wow. this is really long.
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my next blog later tonight (hopefully) will be the picture collage.
but i just wanted to drop in a few thoughts about today.
i went to visit my old elementary school. it was an interesting experience. my little 2nd-grade teacher (she's a full 2 inches shorter than me with 4-inch heels on) is getting married in a few weeks. my 3rd-grade teacher thinks my name is kristina. they were both happy to see me.
then i found mr. potts, the custodian. that man is the most inspirational individual i know. not to mention sehr awesome. we talked for a good half hour, just me and him. i wish i'd talked to him, say, at the beginning of the semester, because he inspired me to do well in school. sounds lame. but he just talked and talked and told me how amazing i am and how amazing i can be, and i saw a little into his life. he must have had such an interesting life. i wish i could know more about it. he loves music. he saw my passion when he used to see me play. and after all these years he still remembered our "kibukiki!". i heart that man so much. i actually can't really type what he told me, cuz i dont really know. its weird. like i know what words he said and i know the message he was conveying, but i can't relay it out here to you guys.
then i went to my middle school. the only person i wanted to see was mr. phillips. it was sort of awkward, long silences. we didn't have much to say to each other. he's retiring. i'll probably never see him again. he was such an amazing teacher. and i know what a life he's led; hard-core marine in the army for vietnam, turned sweet, gentle 6th-grade english teacher. he's also quite an individual. i'll miss him.
i ran into mr. levy as i was leaving mcauliffe. just stiff "hello"s, wasnt ever that close w/him. he reminds me of someone now and i can't think who.
i watched kids interact today and it made me smile. the little kids thinking they were all cool hanging out with their teacher during recess. the friends. the crazy excitement. the middle school romance. the awkward stage of not knowing who you are or how to act. lockers bigger than the user. i remember all of it.
OH MY GOD. i just remembered who mr. levy reminded me of - nathan! that's creepy. but he had the same hair and the same stiff fake-smile and the same eye placement. creepy.
anyway. it was also all a trip down memory lane. snippits of memory clips at certain points on the campuses. thoughts, reflections. for some reason as i was leaving mcA, candide came into my head. "let dreamers dream what worlds they seek. those edens can't be found...we're neither pure nor wise nor good. we'll do the best we know." i'm not entirely sure why that in particular jumped to my mind. perhaps i'll figure out the significance later.
i don't think i'll visit los al high anymore. maybe once or twice before i graduate. but not like ive been dependent on doing every minimum day chance i get. i'm not part of the social scene anymore. it's been a whole year. i'm no longer the girl that just transferred away, i'm just a memory from the past. the friends that actually matter are the ones that i keep in touch with and see/will see outside of school anyway.
i need to go. tomorrow i leave for arrowbear work weekend, SMAS, and arrowbear adv. I. i'll be home in a couple weeks. i still need to finish packing, whoa boy.
my next blog later tonight (hopefully) will be the picture collage.
but i just wanted to drop in a few thoughts about today.
i went to visit my old elementary school. it was an interesting experience. my little 2nd-grade teacher (she's a full 2 inches shorter than me with 4-inch heels on) is getting married in a few weeks. my 3rd-grade teacher thinks my name is kristina. they were both happy to see me.
then i found mr. potts, the custodian. that man is the most inspirational individual i know. not to mention sehr awesome. we talked for a good half hour, just me and him. i wish i'd talked to him, say, at the beginning of the semester, because he inspired me to do well in school. sounds lame. but he just talked and talked and told me how amazing i am and how amazing i can be, and i saw a little into his life. he must have had such an interesting life. i wish i could know more about it. he loves music. he saw my passion when he used to see me play. and after all these years he still remembered our "kibukiki!". i heart that man so much. i actually can't really type what he told me, cuz i dont really know. its weird. like i know what words he said and i know the message he was conveying, but i can't relay it out here to you guys.
then i went to my middle school. the only person i wanted to see was mr. phillips. it was sort of awkward, long silences. we didn't have much to say to each other. he's retiring. i'll probably never see him again. he was such an amazing teacher. and i know what a life he's led; hard-core marine in the army for vietnam, turned sweet, gentle 6th-grade english teacher. he's also quite an individual. i'll miss him.
i ran into mr. levy as i was leaving mcauliffe. just stiff "hello"s, wasnt ever that close w/him. he reminds me of someone now and i can't think who.
i watched kids interact today and it made me smile. the little kids thinking they were all cool hanging out with their teacher during recess. the friends. the crazy excitement. the middle school romance. the awkward stage of not knowing who you are or how to act. lockers bigger than the user. i remember all of it.
OH MY GOD. i just remembered who mr. levy reminded me of - nathan! that's creepy. but he had the same hair and the same stiff fake-smile and the same eye placement. creepy.
anyway. it was also all a trip down memory lane. snippits of memory clips at certain points on the campuses. thoughts, reflections. for some reason as i was leaving mcA, candide came into my head. "let dreamers dream what worlds they seek. those edens can't be found...we're neither pure nor wise nor good. we'll do the best we know." i'm not entirely sure why that in particular jumped to my mind. perhaps i'll figure out the significance later.
i don't think i'll visit los al high anymore. maybe once or twice before i graduate. but not like ive been dependent on doing every minimum day chance i get. i'm not part of the social scene anymore. it's been a whole year. i'm no longer the girl that just transferred away, i'm just a memory from the past. the friends that actually matter are the ones that i keep in touch with and see/will see outside of school anyway.
i need to go. tomorrow i leave for arrowbear work weekend, SMAS, and arrowbear adv. I. i'll be home in a couple weeks. i still need to finish packing, whoa boy.