COMMENT YOU BITCHES
Today was a good, interesting day. I had a meeting with Mr. Dummer, another with Mr. Phillips, another with Ms. Keller, and another with Ms. Thomposon. They were all very helpful. Tomorrow I get my 90 days clean. I'm really excited.
I'm working on a paper and this is sort of my opinion on the paper:
"Who am I? Well, what is it that defines who a person is? Is a person defined by his or her physical attributes? Is a person defined by his or her hobbies? Likes? Dislikes? Background? Families? Friends? A mixture of all these? Or is this all the superficial stuff a person puts out ro be accepted? Maybe who I am is defined by what makes me different than others. But how am I different from another caring, energetic, 5' theatre lover? Maybe I'm not. Maybe everyone is the same as everyone else. Is it possible that, perhaps, there is no such thing as a unique individual? Maybe who I am is no one. And maybe if I am some one, it is not important in the scheme of things. And even if I am some one, maybe I'm not supposed to know who I am. I have an entire lifetime to figure it out. Why rush?"
Anyway... Yesterday, I began my swing dancing club. It went fairly well and will hopefully just get better. I went out swing dancing last night after my meeting and I got Henry's card. I think he's going to come in and teach a couple lessons. It'll be awesome! And he wants me to join USO Kids. I want to. Can you imagine getting community service hours while swing dancing? Kick ass, right?!
I'm kind of out of sorts right now. But I think I shall make another attempt at my homework.
I'm working on a paper and this is sort of my opinion on the paper:
"Who am I? Well, what is it that defines who a person is? Is a person defined by his or her physical attributes? Is a person defined by his or her hobbies? Likes? Dislikes? Background? Families? Friends? A mixture of all these? Or is this all the superficial stuff a person puts out ro be accepted? Maybe who I am is defined by what makes me different than others. But how am I different from another caring, energetic, 5' theatre lover? Maybe I'm not. Maybe everyone is the same as everyone else. Is it possible that, perhaps, there is no such thing as a unique individual? Maybe who I am is no one. And maybe if I am some one, it is not important in the scheme of things. And even if I am some one, maybe I'm not supposed to know who I am. I have an entire lifetime to figure it out. Why rush?"
Anyway... Yesterday, I began my swing dancing club. It went fairly well and will hopefully just get better. I went out swing dancing last night after my meeting and I got Henry's card. I think he's going to come in and teach a couple lessons. It'll be awesome! And he wants me to join USO Kids. I want to. Can you imagine getting community service hours while swing dancing? Kick ass, right?!
I'm kind of out of sorts right now. But I think I shall make another attempt at my homework.