Musings on Autumn
For some reason, autumn makes me miss people more.
I hate that I live so close to some of my friends and hardly see them.
I hate that it's so taxing to stay in contact with my friends that are far away.
I hate that life changes at the drop of a pin--no warning.
But...despite all those things,
I love the way nature is more beautiful and graceful in transition, unlike most of us.
I love that things slow down during autumn, take their time.
I love football season.
I think the "test" period is over for me at school. I think they've gotten used to me and what I expect; although, one more big assignment will solidify either their approval or hatred of me. Do I care? A little bit. If I know someone doesn't like me, it makes the way I act around them different. So I put on my best face and just act kindly.
We are studying Harry Potter, Romantic poetry (the literary period, not subject), and Antigone-soon-to-be-Night. What I don't know about all this literature is catching up to me, but I'm one step ahead most of the time. My honors kids challenge me, which is good, and my other kids are all over the spectrum of caring and motivation.
Other than school, things are fine. Not good; not bad. Just mediocre. But I suppose I can't complain: my life has been worse.
I want to go see the Monet exhibit.
I want to see Harry Potter at the dollar theater (3rd time is the charm).
I want to move out for free.
I want to read for pleasure.
I want an assistant.
I want to go to an OSU game.
I want more free time.
Zat iz all.
I hate that I live so close to some of my friends and hardly see them.
I hate that it's so taxing to stay in contact with my friends that are far away.
I hate that life changes at the drop of a pin--no warning.
But...despite all those things,
I love the way nature is more beautiful and graceful in transition, unlike most of us.
I love that things slow down during autumn, take their time.
I love football season.
I think the "test" period is over for me at school. I think they've gotten used to me and what I expect; although, one more big assignment will solidify either their approval or hatred of me. Do I care? A little bit. If I know someone doesn't like me, it makes the way I act around them different. So I put on my best face and just act kindly.
We are studying Harry Potter, Romantic poetry (the literary period, not subject), and Antigone-soon-to-be-Night. What I don't know about all this literature is catching up to me, but I'm one step ahead most of the time. My honors kids challenge me, which is good, and my other kids are all over the spectrum of caring and motivation.
Other than school, things are fine. Not good; not bad. Just mediocre. But I suppose I can't complain: my life has been worse.
I want to go see the Monet exhibit.
I want to see Harry Potter at the dollar theater (3rd time is the charm).
I want to move out for free.
I want to read for pleasure.
I want an assistant.
I want to go to an OSU game.
I want more free time.
Zat iz all.