sleep school
As I sit up in my rigid hardwood desk I feel as if I have been swallowed up in a sea of jaded faces. Not surprisingly, this classroom is just like any other; rows of obstinate desks face toward the sullen chalk smeared, everest-green wall that is the front of the room. Why do I feel as if I’m spending the prime of my youth wasting away in a series of monotonous lectures such as this one?
I'm still sick, and I continue to smoke cigarettes even though I know it's doing awful things to my body. It's doing great things to my mind though. ha, if only that were true.
I've decided I'm pretty sure I'm going to stay in St. Augustine. From the moment I got here, I hated it, and since then I've been so obsessed with the idea that I will be leaving, I will be transferring, end of story. I haven't really actually given it a chance, each time I consider it, consider actually liking this place, I stop myself as I have this fear of settling. don't ever settle for anything, but really I'm not settling, I'm living, I'm loving, I'm making an effort.
Last night we had dinner at the boys' house. We sat in the warmth of the house, cross-legged on the checkered floor, our plates resting on our laps. We listened to jazz, talked, laughed, screamed, and ate 'till our bellies were full. After dinner we made coffee and ate tasty treats. Then we all bundled up in fabulous layers and headed outside for an epic game of red rover on the streets of lincolnville. I realized sometime in the course of the evening, that right then, in that moment, I was perfectly happy with my life. And in truth, my life here is full of moments like that. I love my friends here, I love the opportunity there is to create and go on fun adventures.
I have all of a sudden through all of this become so eager and invigorated to learn everything and anything that I possibly can. I don't feel like school is doing it for me, and I guess that is where the idea for The Good Times Club comes from.
This movement is going to skyrocket. it's going to be so amazing. I know it will...
I'm still sick, and I continue to smoke cigarettes even though I know it's doing awful things to my body. It's doing great things to my mind though. ha, if only that were true.
I've decided I'm pretty sure I'm going to stay in St. Augustine. From the moment I got here, I hated it, and since then I've been so obsessed with the idea that I will be leaving, I will be transferring, end of story. I haven't really actually given it a chance, each time I consider it, consider actually liking this place, I stop myself as I have this fear of settling. don't ever settle for anything, but really I'm not settling, I'm living, I'm loving, I'm making an effort.
Last night we had dinner at the boys' house. We sat in the warmth of the house, cross-legged on the checkered floor, our plates resting on our laps. We listened to jazz, talked, laughed, screamed, and ate 'till our bellies were full. After dinner we made coffee and ate tasty treats. Then we all bundled up in fabulous layers and headed outside for an epic game of red rover on the streets of lincolnville. I realized sometime in the course of the evening, that right then, in that moment, I was perfectly happy with my life. And in truth, my life here is full of moments like that. I love my friends here, I love the opportunity there is to create and go on fun adventures.
I have all of a sudden through all of this become so eager and invigorated to learn everything and anything that I possibly can. I don't feel like school is doing it for me, and I guess that is where the idea for The Good Times Club comes from.
This movement is going to skyrocket. it's going to be so amazing. I know it will...