Le Bebe Oiseau Qui n'a Encore Maitrise l'Art du Vol
I know I said I wouldn't write anymore. Not too concerned about it after recent events.
Feel different since being in the city. Comfortable with professional relationships... not so comfortable stepping into new challenges (well, that isn't really all that different actually). It's amazing how quickly Edmunds and I clicked. I know I SHOULD look for a teaching position, but it really does scare me. Everytime I look at the scar on my thumb from that paper cutter at Wells, the scar on my self esteem makes my heart ache. It's an ugly reminder. And I know that by NOT looking, I'm just letting that witch of a host teacher win, which bugs me even more. Why don't I feel grown up?
Am eagerly anticipating spring, escaping the apartment into the sunshine and grass at the park or waterfront. But I need someone to throw a Frisbee with. I thought I found someone this fall, but it was me illusioning myself again. However, when the snow starts to melt, I'm hoping we shall at least bump into each other on the streets once more, taking friendly strolls in the park and watching Cosby at Mr. Mikes. It felt so genuine...
But with spring comes lifted spirits and fresh hope.
Probably the thing that has me down the most however, is the disapearance of my best friend. I don't know where she is. She moved away and some plastic substitute came over for Thanksgiving, saying things Sue wouldn't say, the laughter all gone. How can somebody so vibrant and mischievious, active, popular and lovable go away so quickly? I miss her more than anything, and hope that she is going to be ok. I've called and written, but haven't heard from her since November. It really feels like my heart is bruised. I love her more than anyone.
Oh man. Listening to the Amelie soundtrack when you're feeling down is NOT a good idea if you don't want to cry.
Am so glad that the boys are coming to get me tonight for some movie fun.
I wish I was in Europe.
I did come home Saturday afternoon to find a note on my door that read "I love Michelle," which really did pick up my spirits. That and the previous weeks contra venture at St. Anthony's. I wore my new wood fairy contra skirt, and laughed harder than in a long time. Met a guy who is looking for a job as a special educator, who was very nice (and a better dancer than me despite not nearly as much experience). I guess I was a bit distracted. Lucas and I participated in the most confusing and disasterously hilarious dance EVER before him, Amanda and I went out for tres expensif desert over candlelight and live music. Despite the snow I wore my sandals, but I haven't had a better time since I've moved North.
I often find myself thinking that my guy friends are more solid than the girls. Especially that one :-) A good friendship is when you can tell anyone anything, despite opposing views, have fun, and can pick up right where you ended without phone calls, letters or expectations of either.
I've been teaching a props class every Friday the last couple of months for the play Annie. The play promises to be amazing, and if anyone is in the area March 11th and 12th, check it out at Edmunds at 7:00. The class is especially proud of their taxi cabs.
Tomorrow I am subbing for my mom in Sharon. I get to be the school secretary. Catherine Patterson (who wrote Bridge to Terribithia) will be speaking there tomorrow, which is kind of cool. Erin Hurley and I created our own secret land after we read the book, in the rollercoaster field my grandfather owned. Such a long time ago. We buried a treasure chest filled with quaters in a small cave of rocks and tree roots.
I better get ready to go out. It's hard to write in a house full of people anyways.
I want to bring a kitty back with me to Burlington. They don't charge you for therapy, and they're so soft.
Feel different since being in the city. Comfortable with professional relationships... not so comfortable stepping into new challenges (well, that isn't really all that different actually). It's amazing how quickly Edmunds and I clicked. I know I SHOULD look for a teaching position, but it really does scare me. Everytime I look at the scar on my thumb from that paper cutter at Wells, the scar on my self esteem makes my heart ache. It's an ugly reminder. And I know that by NOT looking, I'm just letting that witch of a host teacher win, which bugs me even more. Why don't I feel grown up?
Am eagerly anticipating spring, escaping the apartment into the sunshine and grass at the park or waterfront. But I need someone to throw a Frisbee with. I thought I found someone this fall, but it was me illusioning myself again. However, when the snow starts to melt, I'm hoping we shall at least bump into each other on the streets once more, taking friendly strolls in the park and watching Cosby at Mr. Mikes. It felt so genuine...
But with spring comes lifted spirits and fresh hope.
Probably the thing that has me down the most however, is the disapearance of my best friend. I don't know where she is. She moved away and some plastic substitute came over for Thanksgiving, saying things Sue wouldn't say, the laughter all gone. How can somebody so vibrant and mischievious, active, popular and lovable go away so quickly? I miss her more than anything, and hope that she is going to be ok. I've called and written, but haven't heard from her since November. It really feels like my heart is bruised. I love her more than anyone.
Oh man. Listening to the Amelie soundtrack when you're feeling down is NOT a good idea if you don't want to cry.
Am so glad that the boys are coming to get me tonight for some movie fun.
I wish I was in Europe.
I did come home Saturday afternoon to find a note on my door that read "I love Michelle," which really did pick up my spirits. That and the previous weeks contra venture at St. Anthony's. I wore my new wood fairy contra skirt, and laughed harder than in a long time. Met a guy who is looking for a job as a special educator, who was very nice (and a better dancer than me despite not nearly as much experience). I guess I was a bit distracted. Lucas and I participated in the most confusing and disasterously hilarious dance EVER before him, Amanda and I went out for tres expensif desert over candlelight and live music. Despite the snow I wore my sandals, but I haven't had a better time since I've moved North.
I often find myself thinking that my guy friends are more solid than the girls. Especially that one :-) A good friendship is when you can tell anyone anything, despite opposing views, have fun, and can pick up right where you ended without phone calls, letters or expectations of either.
I've been teaching a props class every Friday the last couple of months for the play Annie. The play promises to be amazing, and if anyone is in the area March 11th and 12th, check it out at Edmunds at 7:00. The class is especially proud of their taxi cabs.
Tomorrow I am subbing for my mom in Sharon. I get to be the school secretary. Catherine Patterson (who wrote Bridge to Terribithia) will be speaking there tomorrow, which is kind of cool. Erin Hurley and I created our own secret land after we read the book, in the rollercoaster field my grandfather owned. Such a long time ago. We buried a treasure chest filled with quaters in a small cave of rocks and tree roots.
I better get ready to go out. It's hard to write in a house full of people anyways.
I want to bring a kitty back with me to Burlington. They don't charge you for therapy, and they're so soft.