Ugh.
It's almost three in the morning.. I'm sitting here working on the newspaper from my house because I'm a geek and a procrastinator... I should probably have been doing this on Monday afternoon.. but I'd much rather sleep. Anyway.. I'm in a fading good mood because Cole just left.. he came by after work and spent some time with me. It was nice.. I really wanted to see him. It's apparently starting to get around how he and I are dating.. not a big deal but we both seem to get something of a kick out of certain responses. I wonder if he's painting.. nerf... he should be.
Seeing Mrs. Bryant yesterday about broke my heart. I had gone into first period that morning and saw the wretched condition stress had left Liz in. I'd have taken her home right then and there but I had promised several individuals that I'd do that stupid testing thing today so I told her we'd leave at lunch. Knowing that I had English, I went and saw Mrs. Bryant to let her know that I wouldn't be in class and I'd be unable to get a permit. When she found out why, she told me I should go and take care of Liz. In our conversation, she confessed a fear that caused her stress at work when it came to the students. She said she couldn't describe it but I knew what she was talking about. It's that sick, sad sensation that twists in my gut because I look at some of these people and there's nothing looking back. No opinion, no conviction, no soul. When I told her that, she looked at me like she did that day we discussed our philosophies of perception. I adore her and I can't stand to see someone with so much compassion and love get so disillusioned about children.
..for someone who babbles... A LOT... I don't have much to say right now.. oh well.
Seeing Mrs. Bryant yesterday about broke my heart. I had gone into first period that morning and saw the wretched condition stress had left Liz in. I'd have taken her home right then and there but I had promised several individuals that I'd do that stupid testing thing today so I told her we'd leave at lunch. Knowing that I had English, I went and saw Mrs. Bryant to let her know that I wouldn't be in class and I'd be unable to get a permit. When she found out why, she told me I should go and take care of Liz. In our conversation, she confessed a fear that caused her stress at work when it came to the students. She said she couldn't describe it but I knew what she was talking about. It's that sick, sad sensation that twists in my gut because I look at some of these people and there's nothing looking back. No opinion, no conviction, no soul. When I told her that, she looked at me like she did that day we discussed our philosophies of perception. I adore her and I can't stand to see someone with so much compassion and love get so disillusioned about children.
..for someone who babbles... A LOT... I don't have much to say right now.. oh well.