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So we're trying to figure out a way for me to come home next weekend, but not really home. More like helping out Shivaun then leaving Sunday late at night. That's ok cuz I don't even have class till 8pm as it is. And I'm coming home the weekend of the 3rd. We're not as sure about the 17th, but the next week I'll have days off for Thanksgiving anyway. I'm pretty happy. Though I'm still disappointed about Halloween. I feel like it's been ruined for me. Probably will be every year from here on out. Gah. So much for my favorite holiday. But oh well, I'm going home!
I'm hoping this term will be as fun/easy as last term. I should be able to get my test scores Tuesday. I'm pretty sure I passed everything. It seems like I passed recording too. Jordan looked it over and said I only missed one, and he's brilliant. He's gotten 90-100 on most every test. My high scores only started recently. The studying thing seems to have kicked in. It's awesome! It's such a great feeling to sit down and take a test and know I'm getting all the answers right.
I let my mom read some of my lyrics today. She made me print out one I wrote last night because she wanted to show it off. It's about all the people I pass on the street who ask for money. I have conflicting views on it. Usually, if I have a dollar or some loose change I'll give it to them if they ask. But I hate it when someone's aggressive and won't leave me alone. Plus the money's really my parents' money which they gave to me for things like food and whatever else I need. So it's hard. I hate passing by people knowing I have more than they'll ever hope to have, and knowing that it still isn't much. So anyway, my mom loved that one and made me print it out.
She read a few that I wrote about Brooke. One of them really upset her. The one about my fist going through the wall. She said it made her really sad to know how much I was hurting over what happened. I've made no secret of it. But no one really wants to let me talk about it. It's frustrating. I feel like there's so much I need to say, even if I've said it all before. I guess everyone's figured that it's best not to let me talk about.
Doesn't mean I don't think about it though.
I'm hoping this term will be as fun/easy as last term. I should be able to get my test scores Tuesday. I'm pretty sure I passed everything. It seems like I passed recording too. Jordan looked it over and said I only missed one, and he's brilliant. He's gotten 90-100 on most every test. My high scores only started recently. The studying thing seems to have kicked in. It's awesome! It's such a great feeling to sit down and take a test and know I'm getting all the answers right.
I let my mom read some of my lyrics today. She made me print out one I wrote last night because she wanted to show it off. It's about all the people I pass on the street who ask for money. I have conflicting views on it. Usually, if I have a dollar or some loose change I'll give it to them if they ask. But I hate it when someone's aggressive and won't leave me alone. Plus the money's really my parents' money which they gave to me for things like food and whatever else I need. So it's hard. I hate passing by people knowing I have more than they'll ever hope to have, and knowing that it still isn't much. So anyway, my mom loved that one and made me print it out.
She read a few that I wrote about Brooke. One of them really upset her. The one about my fist going through the wall. She said it made her really sad to know how much I was hurting over what happened. I've made no secret of it. But no one really wants to let me talk about it. It's frustrating. I feel like there's so much I need to say, even if I've said it all before. I guess everyone's figured that it's best not to let me talk about.
Doesn't mean I don't think about it though.