Has it been two months?
My gosh . . . I guess when you get old, time just flies by much faster. It doesn't seem like 2 months since I wrote last. I had pretty much told myself that I was done writing in my live journal, but I guess that is because for the most part I am over "online".
Surely by this point, most of my readers have forgotten about me. I guess that is a good thing, and, in a sense, what I wanted. The detachment was necessary . . . well, at least it was necessary so that I could heal from what "they" did to me. However, I will not talk about any of those people, because they will one day meet their maker. It is funny that people see their true colors every day. Hold tight too . . . cuz Peggy should be back real soon too. Enough about that BS though . . . I am over it.
You might be asking yourself . . . "Well, how is old Greg? Has he just curled up in a ball and wilted? Is he just sitting in dark alleys drinking 40 oz. beers out of paper bags?" Well, not quite. Actually, I am extremely happy with my life. Things at St. John's High School really are wonderful. It is odd, because I never thought that I could handle teaching the 7th and 8th graders, but it is amazing. I love that part. Here is my theory though . . . if I could handle Tory when she was in the 8th grade . . . I have it made. Don't worry though . . . none are that bad . . . ha ha . . . I love ya, Tory. My 9th and 10th graders aren't that bad either.
For the most part, I didn't think that I would make it back after that last blow. By the grace of God, though, I have come back stronger than ever. It seems that most of the students really like me . . . and I really like them. I stay really busy with teaching and all of the extracirricular activities that I am involved with. It is kind of fun to work with Darlene everyday too. (She might not say the same thing though . . . ha ha! I still give her a hard time.)
You know . . . I know that some people will be really pissed for what I am about to say . . . but it is the God's honest truth. I am thankful for everything that happened at the Church, because it placed me where I am today. I am happier than I have ever been. Teaching fits me well . . . because I am able to be a teacher and a youth minister at the same time. I am able to be with young people 8 hours a day . . . instead of a few hours a couple nights a week. It just works for my life, and I thank God for that.
Let's see . . . some final thoughts. L is doing very well up at State, and she is coming to visit me next weekend. Please say some extra prayers for my mom. She is doing very, very bad right now, and there doesn't seem to be a light at the end of the tunnel this time. Ryan asked me to be his Confirmation sponsor, and I said yes. I am also sponsoring a junior from St. John's who is becoming Catholic. So yeah . . . I am still Catholic too.
Take care of yourselves . . . and maybe I will see you soon . . . God bless!
Surely by this point, most of my readers have forgotten about me. I guess that is a good thing, and, in a sense, what I wanted. The detachment was necessary . . . well, at least it was necessary so that I could heal from what "they" did to me. However, I will not talk about any of those people, because they will one day meet their maker. It is funny that people see their true colors every day. Hold tight too . . . cuz Peggy should be back real soon too. Enough about that BS though . . . I am over it.
You might be asking yourself . . . "Well, how is old Greg? Has he just curled up in a ball and wilted? Is he just sitting in dark alleys drinking 40 oz. beers out of paper bags?" Well, not quite. Actually, I am extremely happy with my life. Things at St. John's High School really are wonderful. It is odd, because I never thought that I could handle teaching the 7th and 8th graders, but it is amazing. I love that part. Here is my theory though . . . if I could handle Tory when she was in the 8th grade . . . I have it made. Don't worry though . . . none are that bad . . . ha ha . . . I love ya, Tory. My 9th and 10th graders aren't that bad either.
For the most part, I didn't think that I would make it back after that last blow. By the grace of God, though, I have come back stronger than ever. It seems that most of the students really like me . . . and I really like them. I stay really busy with teaching and all of the extracirricular activities that I am involved with. It is kind of fun to work with Darlene everyday too. (She might not say the same thing though . . . ha ha! I still give her a hard time.)
You know . . . I know that some people will be really pissed for what I am about to say . . . but it is the God's honest truth. I am thankful for everything that happened at the Church, because it placed me where I am today. I am happier than I have ever been. Teaching fits me well . . . because I am able to be a teacher and a youth minister at the same time. I am able to be with young people 8 hours a day . . . instead of a few hours a couple nights a week. It just works for my life, and I thank God for that.
Let's see . . . some final thoughts. L is doing very well up at State, and she is coming to visit me next weekend. Please say some extra prayers for my mom. She is doing very, very bad right now, and there doesn't seem to be a light at the end of the tunnel this time. Ryan asked me to be his Confirmation sponsor, and I said yes. I am also sponsoring a junior from St. John's who is becoming Catholic. So yeah . . . I am still Catholic too.
Take care of yourselves . . . and maybe I will see you soon . . . God bless!