It’s very strange to think that I can easily make people laugh. I’ve never considered myself as a comedian. When I’m writing, humor is the hardest part. Yet, there are things that I say that have everyone laughing. I am reminded of an end of shift conversation. Jose was trying to start a play fight and I said, “Bring it on. I’ve been learning how ( Read more... )

You know how I said that I wanted to experience that feeling that says “This is the one; the search is over!”? I didn’t even get to experience the depression that resulted from the lack of it. For the second time in my life, I was stood up. The first time was Freshman Homecoming, by a boy named Sullivan. I had gotten all gusty up. I had a beautiful ( Read more... )

I hate this. My cold has elevate to the next notch. My voice is miserable and I have a headache again. I woke up with a headache, and now before I go to sleep, it returns. I'm not complaining. I'm reading a book for my juvenile justice class that focuses on a child's experience in California's juvenile justice system in the 1960s and 1970s. A minor ( Read more... )

I am back to the joint school and work days. These days are sort of fun. They make life go by quicker and I don't really look at the time as much as usual when I am at one institution then the next in forty-five minutes. Of course, I think that one a week is all that I really need. Especially since I think I am not immune to *this* cold that is ( Read more... )