A post from school
I should be working on a rough draft of an essay that I didn't do last night, and maybe I will actually get it done before I have class, but somehow I doubt it. This is the first time I have been at school for the morning announcements since the first week of this year, but there's no TV in the writing center, so I can't watch them anyway. They still don't seem to be saying anything important. They never did.
My car is having a frozen brake caliber replaced, and hence, I am at school at 8:00, even though I have no class until 10:55. It ought to be an interesting 2-and-some hours from now till then. I find it curious that nobody feels the need to check on students in the writing center. We could all be in here skipping class the entire day, and nobody would so much as bat an eyelash about it.
My mom and my stepdad were fighting this morning. Openly, which is more than they usually do. Usually they do it in their bathroom at night, when they know my door is closed and locked, even though I have told them on numerous occasions that I can hear them through the walls. This morning, it was still in their bathroom, but they made no effort to disguise the yelling when I came up the stairs to get dressed. Then my mom decided she needed to leave ten minutes before she had told me to be ready.. and once she decided she needed to leave, she wanted to be gone right that second. The time it took me to put my shoes on (without socks) was too long for her to wait. Being in the car with her and my stepbrother (I don't know why he was there or where he was going) was incredibly awkward. Few words were said, and they all came from Jack commenting on the weather, as he constantly feels obligated to do.
I just read all of this poetry that was submitted to lit mag by a girl in poetry club.. Odd how I have such a high hand in both organizations... And it made me feel completely sapped for creativity. It made me feel as though every bit of poetry I have ever written is just junk. Not the addictive, pain-killing kind of junk, either. People tell me otherwise, but.. this girl is pretty amazing.. and young. Perhaps it's her youth that gives her the unique perspective she's got. It's refreshing to read this instead of some incredibly angsty breakup poetry.. but I suppose I am envious.. and envy of somebody's intellect is not something I feel very often. Envy of people's physical attributes, I feel quite often...Dot, dot, dot.