I'm cleaning out my closet...

[lonewallflower]

I bet you're expecting me to go off about that stupid Eminem song, aren't you? Well, sorry, I was literally cleaning out my closet a few minutes ago. Not only did I clean out my closet, but I cleaned under my bed, too. I don't want an award or anything, but the relevance of me telling you this is that while I was cleaning under my bed I found all my old notebooks from last year. I looked through all of them and it made me miss "the ol' days." I miss making random accessories in Mrs. Harris' class. I miss failing Mr. Antone's tests and having to go in early to take the re-test. I miss writing current events and skits for Ms. Feins. I miss doing Caught Ya's and SMARTs for Mrs. Richardson. I really want to go and visit them soon. As for Mrs. Richardson, I'm looking forward to her next e-mail. I wish she were still teaching at Fletcher. Even if I wasn't there everyday, I would still visit. I would talk to her about the latest novels I've read or the latest papers I've written for English. We'd be even better friends than we were last year. The last visual memory I have of her is on the last day of school. I was bawling in her classroom after everyone had left and she gave me a hug and told me to e-mail her. Then I gave her my little Harry Potter action figure and she started crying. We hugged again and then I left. To this day I feel aweful for having made her cry. Then she moved and my chances of seeing her again deminished. We e-mail each other about once a month but that's usually it. Well, why is it that my entries always end up being depressing? Maybe next time I'll just write about by day, class-by-class, like so many people do.

P.S The first part of the title of this song by Brand New, is part of the first line of an Emily Dickinson poem. Cool, huh?