It’s finally Friday! That means I don’t have to go into the school until Monday. And Tuesday is my last day. So that’s reassuring. I currently have ten hours of fifteen. Monday will put me at thirteen, so I need to go in on Tuesday. I need to get a sweater because I’m cold again! (deep breath) I have arts of my homework finished though and I am so ( Read more... )

I’ll be setting up a lesson plan for history review for tomorrow. I’m still not sure what I am doing. But I figure any attempt is better than none. Even if it is ineffective, I’m still moving forward! It’s just a little frustrating for me because I have not found a single teacher that agrees on how lesson plans should be done! HAH. Well, it’s funny ( Read more... )

Too busy, writing some tragedy. Not really, nothing's tragic about what I'm doing or even why. except for maybe having to switch to plan "b" that doesn't involve fire. Instead, it involves being, which might be the end of me.

The mind drags, unprepared. Still aching, breaking, turning around, looking for more. More, more more, seeking, searching, losing, learning, looking for more. Over my shoulder, count the words, the times, all of the lessons that need to be made, follow through for the day. See where it'll lead, keep going, going looking for more.

Unspectacular, the need for vernacular. Really just looking for rhyme! Wasting all of my time, doing whatever it takes. Seeing what words pop out to make, something more glorious than before. Wondering if it came down to it, where would I get more? And if it would matter if it came in bits, or flooded like water, or watched like some spotter, until ( Read more... )

It's not just about the writing. Small letters forming larger words on otherwise blank canvases. The escape to new worlds entrances me. Captures me, takes me away from my preconceived responsibility. Lets me pretend for once, I know what I am doing and how to do it. Without worry, or care, or any stupid thing. And when I need to slay a dragon, it's ( Read more... )

My dreams fall flat on the floor. Silent as insecurity tried to pry its way into the otherwise dull room. Those dreams flip and flop, like fish out of water, removed only to put more into the container. They roll around with the others until the merge into one and stand up, returning to their rightful place by my side as they take my shivering ( Read more... )

My alarm goes off at six, the last week, trying to adjust to the time for practicum. Always goes off in the middle of a dream. Alarm's supposed to help me wake up, keep me from geting disoriented. In the middle of a dream, just makes it worse. Writig might help. Usually does, but can't get there until I do all that other little stuff. Reading ( Read more... )

I will warm up ( Read more... )

Writing Updates: Dry Curry - Flare ( Read more... )