Nation of Procrasti
Here I am again! I've noticed I only pop on livejournal when I have a ton of stuff to do that I don't want to be bothered with. GOOD NEWS! I'm actually making some progress on my essay that I promised I would finish last night but didn't. I also took my first final exam tonight for religions and did pretty well on it. This is considering I didn't start craming until a few hours before having to take it. I never thought I would be so happy that my best friend growing up was Jewish, her parents MADE SURE I knew their beliefs and rituals, even though I didn't participate in any of them except for eating kosher.
Oh no, now I'm thinking about Elisheba. That dear girl, things were made rough for her when she tried to grow up really fast. For most of her teen years she grew up in Delta, which is miles and miles and miles away from my doorstep. When she happened to show up on it one day alone I was a bit curious as to what was going on. Apparently she decided to run away from home and accepted rides from perfect strangers all the way to North Pole. Eek. She was partying hard. Double eek. She needed a place to crash for a few days. Gah. I'll never forget that summer (three years ago? four?) when she stayed with me for most of it and I tried desperately to keep her out of trouble. Who was I to be her mother though? Who was I to decide what was right or wrong? I think after a while she didn't like the way I was acting toward her, so she moved in with a girl she knew and tried to establish some kind of life for herself. She started going to school part-time, worked full-time, and made a vow to herself to be safe and clean. It went well but she found she couldn't afford to live on her own, and although she had made up with her parents she couldn't stand the thought of moving back to Delta. She decided to join the army, which is something she was really excited about and was hoping to really establish herself in the so-called Real World. Unfortunately I lost contact with her, but I never forgot about her and have been curious how she has been getting along. A short while ago I called her parents to see if they knew anything about Elisheba and had her contact information. Apparently she has a child now and is living in Texas with her husband who is also in the army. I want to give her a call, but I'm almost afraid to. Maybe I'll call her and wish her a happy Hanukkah, although I'm almost sure she doesn't observe anything that has to do with Judaism anymore. But what do I know? I just need to call and find out.
I miss Elisheba. I miss being a kid. I miss ice skating in our yards together while singing to Ace of Base. I don't miss trying to milk her goats though.
It's time to get back to my paper.
Oh no, now I'm thinking about Elisheba. That dear girl, things were made rough for her when she tried to grow up really fast. For most of her teen years she grew up in Delta, which is miles and miles and miles away from my doorstep. When she happened to show up on it one day alone I was a bit curious as to what was going on. Apparently she decided to run away from home and accepted rides from perfect strangers all the way to North Pole. Eek. She was partying hard. Double eek. She needed a place to crash for a few days. Gah. I'll never forget that summer (three years ago? four?) when she stayed with me for most of it and I tried desperately to keep her out of trouble. Who was I to be her mother though? Who was I to decide what was right or wrong? I think after a while she didn't like the way I was acting toward her, so she moved in with a girl she knew and tried to establish some kind of life for herself. She started going to school part-time, worked full-time, and made a vow to herself to be safe and clean. It went well but she found she couldn't afford to live on her own, and although she had made up with her parents she couldn't stand the thought of moving back to Delta. She decided to join the army, which is something she was really excited about and was hoping to really establish herself in the so-called Real World. Unfortunately I lost contact with her, but I never forgot about her and have been curious how she has been getting along. A short while ago I called her parents to see if they knew anything about Elisheba and had her contact information. Apparently she has a child now and is living in Texas with her husband who is also in the army. I want to give her a call, but I'm almost afraid to. Maybe I'll call her and wish her a happy Hanukkah, although I'm almost sure she doesn't observe anything that has to do with Judaism anymore. But what do I know? I just need to call and find out.
I miss Elisheba. I miss being a kid. I miss ice skating in our yards together while singing to Ace of Base. I don't miss trying to milk her goats though.
It's time to get back to my paper.