Vida
Okay, so an update on what has been going on lately in mi vida. Spanish has been picking up lately with new grammar exercises and more stories that we have to read. It really seems that the better I get in Spanish grammer or speaking, the worse I get in English. Snr. V is having the AP class take the National Spanish Test to see if we can get any awards, I'm going to have to crack down and start studying my vocabulary and grammer. There are a lot of Spanish phrases (equivalent to English phrases like "its raining cats and dogs") that I just don't know. And I need to know them because even if I can translate them, I still won't know what they mean.
In other news I checked out UNCC and they said that they wanted a final answer to if I was going there sometime in April, so I'm still waiting to do that, but I think SCAD wants an answer now. Or at least they want me to fill out a bunch of financial aid paperwork now.
Earlier today I worked for Habitat for Hummanity, I dug holes and leveled out ground, it was fun. And then afterwards ROTC ate pizza. Um, I'm really questioning if maybe I would want to do ROTC in college. Not by scholarship or anything so that I'm not made to go into the military, but maybe for a year? And then tonight was the heart banquet. I think that went really well. It was fun to be with everyone and it was just really nice. I actually looked forward to the dinner.
I'm really happy with life right now. Or at least I'm in a stabled position that I would like to keep but know that it will not be like this for long or forever. Or at least I have a fear of it. I have this fear in the back of my mind that my love ones will be taken away, probably because I've death happens, and now I'm weary of it all. I want to just spend time together. Zafer came in one morning and told me of a dream he had. He was looking down on me sitting on a bed crying in a white house. There were two young children in the other room sleeping in their beds and I was crying over how to tell them the news. He said the little girl had his hair but my features and the boy had my hair but his features, or something like that. And he felt himself being taken away and he could only think no God, don't take me away. But he added that in the dream he knew that he would see me in Heaven. The dream bothers me greatly. I know its just a dream but it still brings tears to my eyes. When I look in his face I can only think that I adore him. I know that sounds stupid but its complicated. Ever since I first met him there has been something about him. I would watch movies and just be reminded of him in a moving way that would make me miss him even if we weren't talking at the time. Even last year I asked Jon about him. Just everytime it seems like my roads would come back to him and now I feel like I'm travelling on the right road. The only problem with this secure secureness of finding the one that you want to spend your life with is the paranoid feeling that he will be taken away. I'm just scared because Scott was taken away and that didn't seem likely. I mean the person is right there. They are right there. Then they are not. Mr. Johnson taught me. He graded my tests and punished my friends with life learning lessons but he's gone. Vanessa ran track with me and was in most of my classes but she's gone. Gone is not a word I want to associate with Zafer. Or anyone else for that matter. I love my mother. I love my sister. I love my brother. I love my father. I love my grandmother. I love my friends. Don't leave me anyone. Its hard to breath just thinking about it.
Its a hard step leaving high school. I know its not time yet. I might look put together but I'm really held up with paperclips, plasma, and gum on the inside.
Yon ho bag I miss talking with you. I think Acid had a good Governors School Audition today.
In other news I checked out UNCC and they said that they wanted a final answer to if I was going there sometime in April, so I'm still waiting to do that, but I think SCAD wants an answer now. Or at least they want me to fill out a bunch of financial aid paperwork now.
Earlier today I worked for Habitat for Hummanity, I dug holes and leveled out ground, it was fun. And then afterwards ROTC ate pizza. Um, I'm really questioning if maybe I would want to do ROTC in college. Not by scholarship or anything so that I'm not made to go into the military, but maybe for a year? And then tonight was the heart banquet. I think that went really well. It was fun to be with everyone and it was just really nice. I actually looked forward to the dinner.
I'm really happy with life right now. Or at least I'm in a stabled position that I would like to keep but know that it will not be like this for long or forever. Or at least I have a fear of it. I have this fear in the back of my mind that my love ones will be taken away, probably because I've death happens, and now I'm weary of it all. I want to just spend time together. Zafer came in one morning and told me of a dream he had. He was looking down on me sitting on a bed crying in a white house. There were two young children in the other room sleeping in their beds and I was crying over how to tell them the news. He said the little girl had his hair but my features and the boy had my hair but his features, or something like that. And he felt himself being taken away and he could only think no God, don't take me away. But he added that in the dream he knew that he would see me in Heaven. The dream bothers me greatly. I know its just a dream but it still brings tears to my eyes. When I look in his face I can only think that I adore him. I know that sounds stupid but its complicated. Ever since I first met him there has been something about him. I would watch movies and just be reminded of him in a moving way that would make me miss him even if we weren't talking at the time. Even last year I asked Jon about him. Just everytime it seems like my roads would come back to him and now I feel like I'm travelling on the right road. The only problem with this secure secureness of finding the one that you want to spend your life with is the paranoid feeling that he will be taken away. I'm just scared because Scott was taken away and that didn't seem likely. I mean the person is right there. They are right there. Then they are not. Mr. Johnson taught me. He graded my tests and punished my friends with life learning lessons but he's gone. Vanessa ran track with me and was in most of my classes but she's gone. Gone is not a word I want to associate with Zafer. Or anyone else for that matter. I love my mother. I love my sister. I love my brother. I love my father. I love my grandmother. I love my friends. Don't leave me anyone. Its hard to breath just thinking about it.
Its a hard step leaving high school. I know its not time yet. I might look put together but I'm really held up with paperclips, plasma, and gum on the inside.
Yon ho bag I miss talking with you. I think Acid had a good Governors School Audition today.