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As i rushed to get ready for school today, I hoped and prayed to the gods that dad wouldn't take his time getting to the school. Calls started in ten minutes and we hadn't even left the house yet. The only reason I was running late is that I spent a good 30 minutes getting myself off, showered and THEN got dressed.
Hey..
I'm just being honest. Who's journal is this? Yeah..that's right.
Anywho...We were both ready at the door, I unlocked it and walked out with my messenger bag, paints and work out clothes for my classes. I was about to step off the porch when I heard dad call out to me.
"Where's your windbreaker?"
I had grown so used to walking and being in the rain that I didn't realize all the mist gathering around me. Falling lightly. I even had a heavy drop on my head from the water falling off the roof.
"It's in my room" I stated with impatience. I felt bad for being short with him, because I'm usually not. Dad and I are the most patient people in the family.
"Go get it"
Being a wholesome 20 years old, not only did I believe in making my health and wardrobe decisions, but I also tend to talk back to dad a lot more. Under my breath this time though, "It's not like I have a class outside, I'll be inside the whole time."
Well, he kind of heard and asked to repeat as I began up the stairs two at a time. I ignored, grabbed the jacket and we were off. We arrived at the school a few minutes later and I bid him a see-ya-later, as well as a thank you. Needless to say, I was about 10 minutes late, but my teacher, Mr. Acosta didn't mind at all.
What was intriguing to me is that even as I stepped off the car and walked off into the school, I didn't put the jacket on. I kept walking, half expecting dad to yell out at me through the window. Nothing happened. I looked up at the sky though, as the drizzle was still coming down. It seemed a bit heavier here at the school. Maybe it was. I looked up, and opened my mouth.
MY QUESTION TO YOU ALL IS: How long has it been since you've caught rain drops in your mouth?
I'll answer first: 9 years ago, age 11.
SO...That is my thought for the day. Enjoy it or not. Respond or not. So long as you've read it, I know I've changed a bit something in someone's life, whether it be something as big or small as a thought. Depending on who you're asking.
The other thing I wanted to say is this: http://www.delawareonline.com/article/20100111/NEWS/100111030/1006/N.J.%20nuke%20plant%20told%20to%20build%20new%20tower/Fatal-crash-on-U.S.-40-in-Glasgow
R.I.P.
.....My heart aches for you.
Hey..
I'm just being honest. Who's journal is this? Yeah..that's right.
Anywho...We were both ready at the door, I unlocked it and walked out with my messenger bag, paints and work out clothes for my classes. I was about to step off the porch when I heard dad call out to me.
"Where's your windbreaker?"
I had grown so used to walking and being in the rain that I didn't realize all the mist gathering around me. Falling lightly. I even had a heavy drop on my head from the water falling off the roof.
"It's in my room" I stated with impatience. I felt bad for being short with him, because I'm usually not. Dad and I are the most patient people in the family.
"Go get it"
Being a wholesome 20 years old, not only did I believe in making my health and wardrobe decisions, but I also tend to talk back to dad a lot more. Under my breath this time though, "It's not like I have a class outside, I'll be inside the whole time."
Well, he kind of heard and asked to repeat as I began up the stairs two at a time. I ignored, grabbed the jacket and we were off. We arrived at the school a few minutes later and I bid him a see-ya-later, as well as a thank you. Needless to say, I was about 10 minutes late, but my teacher, Mr. Acosta didn't mind at all.
What was intriguing to me is that even as I stepped off the car and walked off into the school, I didn't put the jacket on. I kept walking, half expecting dad to yell out at me through the window. Nothing happened. I looked up at the sky though, as the drizzle was still coming down. It seemed a bit heavier here at the school. Maybe it was. I looked up, and opened my mouth.
MY QUESTION TO YOU ALL IS: How long has it been since you've caught rain drops in your mouth?
I'll answer first: 9 years ago, age 11.
SO...That is my thought for the day. Enjoy it or not. Respond or not. So long as you've read it, I know I've changed a bit something in someone's life, whether it be something as big or small as a thought. Depending on who you're asking.
The other thing I wanted to say is this: http://www.delawareonline.com/article/20100111/NEWS/100111030/1006/N.J.%20nuke%20plant%20told%20to%20build%20new%20tower/Fatal-crash-on-U.S.-40-in-Glasgow
R.I.P.
.....My heart aches for you.