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So basically, I want to write more, partly because of this weird obession I've seem to have found about memories. We can't possibly remember everything that has ever happened to us. It's not possible. I mean, you can't possibly remember every time you've ever hung out with your best friend or gone to a party, can you? When I try, I have a hard time thinking back to everything I did just a few days ago. It just bothers me that maybe I'm forgetting some really wonderful moment. Maybe the best thing that has ever happened to me hasn't stuck with me. That memory is stuck, floating somewhere between existance and obilvion. If I don't remember it, did it never really happen? It's the same thing, isn't it? If I don't remember, it may as well have never happened. I know, the big stuff sticks, that's what I keep trying to tell myself, but I'm scared it doesn't. Somehow, I don't ever remember playing as a child. I remember a few play dates I had, but not actually playing, except for maybe a recess here or there. Does that mean I never played? And what makes us remember the things we remember? What makes a whole second grade class remember a tack on someone's chair or a daydream you had about a boy when you were 12, but not the first song you slow-danced to? It just upsets me and creeps me out and makes me paranoid that there is this whole wonderful life that I never actually had because I don't remember it. Thus, I want to write more.
Today, was officially the worst day at Emily Oaks I have ever had. 3 kids cried, one almost cried, and one fell in the pond. One of the children cried so hard the Ronit could hear here from a good 30 feet away, and I thought she was going to fall over. It was the most violent, passionate sobbing I have ever heard. This girl should have gotten an Emmy or at least a nomination. The kid that fell in the pond had already cried that day because someone called him dumb. Then he tripped, fell into the pond up to his waiste, and was soaked from his belly-button down. He cried again. Hands down, the worst day at Emily Oaks, and it was supposed to be a good day. It was supposed to be a field trip, but it got cancelled because it was supposed to rain. It didn't even rain! I wanted it to rain. I would have been a much better day if it had rained.
Today, was officially the worst day at Emily Oaks I have ever had. 3 kids cried, one almost cried, and one fell in the pond. One of the children cried so hard the Ronit could hear here from a good 30 feet away, and I thought she was going to fall over. It was the most violent, passionate sobbing I have ever heard. This girl should have gotten an Emmy or at least a nomination. The kid that fell in the pond had already cried that day because someone called him dumb. Then he tripped, fell into the pond up to his waiste, and was soaked from his belly-button down. He cried again. Hands down, the worst day at Emily Oaks, and it was supposed to be a good day. It was supposed to be a field trip, but it got cancelled because it was supposed to rain. It didn't even rain! I wanted it to rain. I would have been a much better day if it had rained.