All in a days work....
The first thing I did when I woke up (after making a cup of tea) was commence to partake, unwillingly I might add, in a 2 1/2 hour screaming match with my mum. Since I could remember she and I never got along. We never had that 'mother-daughter' bond that I know so many girls cherish *tear* (haha, sorry couldn't help it). She concentrated on her career and is making a shitload of money now...which is great. I am tempted to say that it was at the expense of her happiness...but I know better, she never was happy. Generally I didn't care...it didn't bother me that my mom was emotionless and detached...because I was too! Besides, I was always a daddy's girl.
Sorry for the trip down memory lane, completely side-tracked...anyway, after a very turbulent morning. I went to go visit my old High School. Well I should say that really...I went to see some of my old teachers, I can't honestly say I missed the school itself. I saw the woman who I (and many other lucky thespians) refer to as Mama Walsh. Superficially, she was my theater teacher...but she also that mother figure I never had. Which some might consider strange considering she is a blonde-haired, blue-eyed Irish American. I remember one time, distinctly when we were down the shore at her house in Manahawkin. We were having a barbeque and had to go food shopping. Ppl at the supermarket thought I was her adopted daughter or something ,lol.....it was hilarious. It was really good to see her, and I'll be seeing more of her cause I'm gonna give her a hand in remodeling her daughter's house! And we're throwing a dinner party....naturally I'll be bringing the wine.
I also saw Mr. Casso...my softball coach for 4 years. The biggest Mets fan I've every come across, with the biggest heart. Technically I could say he was my coach before high school because he scouted me in middle school, but I'm not being technical. He's working at the new Gifted and Talent high school in Elizabeth. Speaking of which....has it changed! (For the better by the looks of it). He is probably the only other male figure whose opinion I respect during high school, besides that of my father.
And of course...Mr.Russo, my Peer Leadership teacher. Peer Leadership was a class that Seniors took to prepare them for ushering in the new freshman class. I was a a cheeky little chit in high school(well I still am)....and Mr.Russo called me on it. He was one of the few who did, and I respected him for that. He came from Italy, and still had his regional accent....which I always thought was quite becoming of him. Everyone loved the class....we basically did ice breakers and chatted about life as adolescents and the experiences of growing into young adulthood. Graduating Juniors were literally begging and crying to get into the class (which I thought was highly amusing at the time).
Highschool.....I had a really good high school experience...unlike a lot of ppl I've spoken to. It was good to see the people that made that possible.
Sorry for the trip down memory lane, completely side-tracked...anyway, after a very turbulent morning. I went to go visit my old High School. Well I should say that really...I went to see some of my old teachers, I can't honestly say I missed the school itself. I saw the woman who I (and many other lucky thespians) refer to as Mama Walsh. Superficially, she was my theater teacher...but she also that mother figure I never had. Which some might consider strange considering she is a blonde-haired, blue-eyed Irish American. I remember one time, distinctly when we were down the shore at her house in Manahawkin. We were having a barbeque and had to go food shopping. Ppl at the supermarket thought I was her adopted daughter or something ,lol.....it was hilarious. It was really good to see her, and I'll be seeing more of her cause I'm gonna give her a hand in remodeling her daughter's house! And we're throwing a dinner party....naturally I'll be bringing the wine.
I also saw Mr. Casso...my softball coach for 4 years. The biggest Mets fan I've every come across, with the biggest heart. Technically I could say he was my coach before high school because he scouted me in middle school, but I'm not being technical. He's working at the new Gifted and Talent high school in Elizabeth. Speaking of which....has it changed! (For the better by the looks of it). He is probably the only other male figure whose opinion I respect during high school, besides that of my father.
And of course...Mr.Russo, my Peer Leadership teacher. Peer Leadership was a class that Seniors took to prepare them for ushering in the new freshman class. I was a a cheeky little chit in high school(well I still am)....and Mr.Russo called me on it. He was one of the few who did, and I respected him for that. He came from Italy, and still had his regional accent....which I always thought was quite becoming of him. Everyone loved the class....we basically did ice breakers and chatted about life as adolescents and the experiences of growing into young adulthood. Graduating Juniors were literally begging and crying to get into the class (which I thought was highly amusing at the time).
Highschool.....I had a really good high school experience...unlike a lot of ppl I've spoken to. It was good to see the people that made that possible.