Good
"I hope this old train breaks down
Then I could take a walk around
And see what there is to see
And time is just a melody
All the people in the street
Walk as fast as their feet can take them
I just roll through town
And though my windows got a view
The frame I'm looking through
Seems to have no concern for now..."
It's so wonderful to do well, to be happy. Before I came back to school, I dreaded it. I felt alone, knowing one of my best friends wouldn't be there to go back to. I felt overworked, and tired, and just plain miserable about the whole idea.
And then I looked around me. On the way up to school, while Jessica and Anthony slept and Willow chatted away on the phone to him, I just watched the wildflowers fly past. I locked my eyes on rolling pavement and brilliant colors and clear skies. And I felt free again for the first time in months. I took my breaths and could feel them permeating deep into my lungs, the oxygen leaking into my veins. I was grateful for every blossom and every heartbeat that allowed me to observe them.
And I smiled.
I just get up now. I don't complain, I don't take the time thinking how to not go to class. I just go. And I'm happy.
The gala went well last night. We nearly destroyed the piano getting it out of the closet, but our mistakes were met with clapping and laughter from the audience and between the four of us. It was fun, although I really wanted to get up there and read my poetry, or dance, or act. One day I'll do it; I promise myself that. Ms. Katy, Erin, JoAnn, and I spent two hours fixing those crappy cardboard cameras today. They actually look really good now, and I'm excited to play paparazzi tonight!
LSU testing next week, so almost no school, and Jon's prom that weekend, then mine the next. Things are moving so fast. Every time they pull another link off the "Days To Graduation 2008" chain in the lobby, I get happier, more excited, and more afraid. I'm on the edge of something great, and now that I'm realizing it, I'm every emotion at once.
This is good.
"Life is a gift, baby. Every day is beautiful. Every day is worth it. Every day is yours, and you're so lucky to breathe."
Thanks, Mama.
Then I could take a walk around
And see what there is to see
And time is just a melody
All the people in the street
Walk as fast as their feet can take them
I just roll through town
And though my windows got a view
The frame I'm looking through
Seems to have no concern for now..."
It's so wonderful to do well, to be happy. Before I came back to school, I dreaded it. I felt alone, knowing one of my best friends wouldn't be there to go back to. I felt overworked, and tired, and just plain miserable about the whole idea.
And then I looked around me. On the way up to school, while Jessica and Anthony slept and Willow chatted away on the phone to him, I just watched the wildflowers fly past. I locked my eyes on rolling pavement and brilliant colors and clear skies. And I felt free again for the first time in months. I took my breaths and could feel them permeating deep into my lungs, the oxygen leaking into my veins. I was grateful for every blossom and every heartbeat that allowed me to observe them.
And I smiled.
I just get up now. I don't complain, I don't take the time thinking how to not go to class. I just go. And I'm happy.
The gala went well last night. We nearly destroyed the piano getting it out of the closet, but our mistakes were met with clapping and laughter from the audience and between the four of us. It was fun, although I really wanted to get up there and read my poetry, or dance, or act. One day I'll do it; I promise myself that. Ms. Katy, Erin, JoAnn, and I spent two hours fixing those crappy cardboard cameras today. They actually look really good now, and I'm excited to play paparazzi tonight!
LSU testing next week, so almost no school, and Jon's prom that weekend, then mine the next. Things are moving so fast. Every time they pull another link off the "Days To Graduation 2008" chain in the lobby, I get happier, more excited, and more afraid. I'm on the edge of something great, and now that I'm realizing it, I'm every emotion at once.
This is good.
"Life is a gift, baby. Every day is beautiful. Every day is worth it. Every day is yours, and you're so lucky to breathe."
Thanks, Mama.