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I feel like I need an update, for two reasons.
First of all, Mr. Orlowski, one of the nicest teachers I've ever encountered, died this weekend. I never had him for a class, but I did go to him for midterm reviews a year ago. I honestly feel like I learned more from him in those two hours than I did from my teacher in the first four months. But I think the real reason it hit me so hard is because of how died: diabetic shock. It's really scary for me, since my mom has been living with diabetes for about thirty years now. What happened to him could easily happen to her as well. And he was 49 when he died... my mom will be 50 on Sunday.
It was incredibly sad, shocking, and frightening.
And second of all... it's been exactly one year to the day that I've been out of the closet. Go me. I wouldn't even have remembered if Erik didn't show up at play rehearsal tonight. I don't even know how it came up, but someone asked if I was going out with Milly and I just laughed and said "I like boys." Then Erik asked if everyone knew now, and I said yeah. Then I recalled how close it was to my birthday and realized that I wrote my "coming out" journal entry exactly one year ago today. Two days before my sixteenth birthday. Now it's two days before my seventeenth birthday and I can't believe how much happier I am. If you read that entry (www.crazylife.org/~confusedyouth), I was so depressed the entire month of January last year. I figured it was time to do myself the favor. This year's been such an improvement, and I think that that's had a lot to do with it.
Now I have midterms this week and next: AP European History tomorrow, NOTHING ON THURSDAY BECAUSE I'M TAKING MY DRIVER'S TEST!, Marine Bio and Honors Precalc on Friday, Choir and AP English on Monday, and Physics and French 4 on Tuesday.
Color me excited.
First of all, Mr. Orlowski, one of the nicest teachers I've ever encountered, died this weekend. I never had him for a class, but I did go to him for midterm reviews a year ago. I honestly feel like I learned more from him in those two hours than I did from my teacher in the first four months. But I think the real reason it hit me so hard is because of how died: diabetic shock. It's really scary for me, since my mom has been living with diabetes for about thirty years now. What happened to him could easily happen to her as well. And he was 49 when he died... my mom will be 50 on Sunday.
It was incredibly sad, shocking, and frightening.
And second of all... it's been exactly one year to the day that I've been out of the closet. Go me. I wouldn't even have remembered if Erik didn't show up at play rehearsal tonight. I don't even know how it came up, but someone asked if I was going out with Milly and I just laughed and said "I like boys." Then Erik asked if everyone knew now, and I said yeah. Then I recalled how close it was to my birthday and realized that I wrote my "coming out" journal entry exactly one year ago today. Two days before my sixteenth birthday. Now it's two days before my seventeenth birthday and I can't believe how much happier I am. If you read that entry (www.crazylife.org/~confusedyouth), I was so depressed the entire month of January last year. I figured it was time to do myself the favor. This year's been such an improvement, and I think that that's had a lot to do with it.
Now I have midterms this week and next: AP European History tomorrow, NOTHING ON THURSDAY BECAUSE I'M TAKING MY DRIVER'S TEST!, Marine Bio and Honors Precalc on Friday, Choir and AP English on Monday, and Physics and French 4 on Tuesday.
Color me excited.