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I cried in class today. Not in philo, but ehtnic studies. We were having a discussion on trying to improve the class, as our prof had gotten a nasty e-mail from someone who dropped the class, and had a desire to make things better for his students. I told him I was afraid of talking to him, of speaking in class. I knew I was going to cry, but I said it anyway. After that I couldn't stop. It was quiet, but they were still tears.
I burned my tongue on my one dollar top ramen, then spilled it all over myself.
After I cried some more, I realized it how stupid it was.
LIFE IS GOOD.
I have amazing friends, I work with amazing people, and I'm going to be attending an amazing school. I have so much to be thankful for and I'm crying over ramen spilt on my dress? Fuck that girl, for she isn't me.
Life is blossoming for all of us, in different ways. I'm just trying to catch a few petals of my own while I still can.