i'll never be anybody's hero now
on thursday rosemary thought her car had been stolen. her husband was getting his sister from the airport, and she was just trying to get somewhere safe. i told her our names and offered to call the police and to wait with her for the cops or for her husband. we did all these, and the husband and sister helped her actually find the car--still in the parking garage. and thank God--she was shocked and scared and probably grieving when i asked her, 'are you okay?'
when i was running around thursday i saw a girl wearing a heart shirt from the concert. it was awesome. and thursday night i finally got on base and was even batted in. this small four-part victory is unfortunately not paralleled the world of attire, although apparently maia would have gone shopping with me if she weren't on an island. i also suspect jordyn might have this rare talent, and the mortal knowledge that i don't is depressing me. but i finally get my giant rhet paper back next week.
i'm sick of fighting, or, i wish i could just fight. at least when my brother lived here if i was irritated i could blow up at somebody. i think what i'm sick of is being irritated. and you know what else? i wish i could be more open with my parents. i wish i could tell them how big a deal for me the meeting this morning was, but i guess it wouldn't exactly be, if i could tell them. ms. krause invited me to teach rhetoric in her ap class, and i stayed calm this morning by planning a lesson, of all things. if it works again i will do it all the time. ms. krause also asked me a question i don't have any good answer for. i came up with feeling beat up, but the answer is more complicated than that. what i want is for complicated to just be okay.
and at last, i downloaded crowley's syllabus and assignment sheets tonight; i also started reading a chapter. i have more books to get, and my scholarship still hasn't disbursed, and none of the profs who classes i asked permission to join have responded yet, and it's still kind of too good to be true. you know what else? it's time again for a flash mob--or will be.
when i was running around thursday i saw a girl wearing a heart shirt from the concert. it was awesome. and thursday night i finally got on base and was even batted in. this small four-part victory is unfortunately not paralleled the world of attire, although apparently maia would have gone shopping with me if she weren't on an island. i also suspect jordyn might have this rare talent, and the mortal knowledge that i don't is depressing me. but i finally get my giant rhet paper back next week.
i'm sick of fighting, or, i wish i could just fight. at least when my brother lived here if i was irritated i could blow up at somebody. i think what i'm sick of is being irritated. and you know what else? i wish i could be more open with my parents. i wish i could tell them how big a deal for me the meeting this morning was, but i guess it wouldn't exactly be, if i could tell them. ms. krause invited me to teach rhetoric in her ap class, and i stayed calm this morning by planning a lesson, of all things. if it works again i will do it all the time. ms. krause also asked me a question i don't have any good answer for. i came up with feeling beat up, but the answer is more complicated than that. what i want is for complicated to just be okay.
and at last, i downloaded crowley's syllabus and assignment sheets tonight; i also started reading a chapter. i have more books to get, and my scholarship still hasn't disbursed, and none of the profs who classes i asked permission to join have responded yet, and it's still kind of too good to be true. you know what else? it's time again for a flash mob--or will be.