Debbie
I went up to Parkview today for my "date" with Mr. Crane. (ooh la la!) And he made me go into the auditorium to perform my monologues for him. Little did I know that I would see the devil in there. Now, for those of you who have never met the devil, her name is Debbie Howell. And she is the devil because (to briefly sum up) during the fall show this year, the zipper on my dress broke, and she told me (and I QUOTE!) "Dori, you can't expect to gain 10 pounds on your hips and still expect your dress to fit over them." Now, to get back to today, I saw her and began thinking about that experience. At the time, I was completely mortified. I cried. Hard. I don't think I have EVER cried that hard in my entire life. You know, to the point where you can hardly breathe for fear of throwing up. Anyhow, I began to think about that, and I now kind of realize that of COURSE, she was being sarcastic. I mean, a)I'm not fat, and had definitely not gained ten pounds on my hips within a weeks time. and b)who could actually say that to a person and be serious (well, the devil, but that's beside the point)? So, it kind of makes me mad that I took it that seriously and let it affect me that much. I mean, yeah, a teacher should NEVER speak like that to a student, but why did it bother me so much? I'm just glad that now I can look back on it, and realize than no, I'm not fat. She's just a bitch.
Yeah, that was really long and drawn out, but I'm very passionate about my hatred.
I guess seeing everyone for the last time before I leave just kind of got me thinking about the past. I talked to Heather for an hour tonight. It was really nice. It's wonderful to me that we are so entirely different, but we get along so well. I love that bitch. :-)
Oh, and just to let you know... I don't think I'm going to be able to say goodbye to you. In fact, I know I won't. You should come to Chicago instead. I love you.
Yeah, that was really long and drawn out, but I'm very passionate about my hatred.
I guess seeing everyone for the last time before I leave just kind of got me thinking about the past. I talked to Heather for an hour tonight. It was really nice. It's wonderful to me that we are so entirely different, but we get along so well. I love that bitch. :-)
Oh, and just to let you know... I don't think I'm going to be able to say goodbye to you. In fact, I know I won't. You should come to Chicago instead. I love you.