the tumult
In front of the entire class, Mrs. Ruff told me that my paper was excellent, thorough, and enjoyable to read.
It made my day. This proves that I am unable to judge my writing at all. I thought I had worked fairly hard on it, but also that half of it was crap, didn't transition well, and veered off topic. My mind gets fuzzy after working on one project for very long, I guess.
May has been a really bad month. Besides school stress, my car was backed into, Nick hit someone's car, and a car filled with my friends was rear ended. More importantly, a senior's brother just died and Mrs. Taylor's husband died on Saturday in South Africa. He wasn't old, and from what I can tell, he was a great guy. I feel so bad for Mrs. Taylor and her children. How does someone get over that? Sometimes I feel like adulthood will be nothing but tragedy. But unspeakably great things will happen too...if I give birth and who knows what else.
Edit: I forgot to include the guy (Tyler?) who died in a motorcycle accident the night befor DHS prom and the other guy (Teddy) who went to Valley for a bit who is paralyzed because of a car accident this past weekend.