You walked behind me
My hands were totally full
I still held the door
This haiku post brings me to something else; I will be traveling next Wednesday and Thursday and will be unable to post anything, but I’ve had an idea. I’m going to update my Twitter with my post for that day and I’ll have my dad copy and paste it into an actual blog. They may be a bit dissatisfying, but it’s the best I can do. Plus, 140 characters is tough to confine yourself to.
Ah, sleep. It’s a wonderful thing, but unfortunately it is something that I rarely get to enjoy- or experience at all, in fact. So when the opportunity presents itself to me to get more sleep, I jump at it. Today was one such day. The sophomores had to take a PLAN test, a practice ACT, and so all morning classes were replaced with some sort of ju-jitsu presentation or something. I didn’t know what it was, and I didn’t care. All I knew was that I was gonna sleep in for an extra four hours. Continue reading “[Day 50] End Quote”
I have a morning release, but since my brother and neighbor do not, I always give them a ride. So I spend my release in the library doing homework. Especially now that I bring my laptop to school, I’m productive and perpetually entertained. Continue reading “[Day 49] A Moment”
On my first day of kindergarten, there was only one person I knew, and her name was Olivia. We’d been in the same gymnastics class, which seems to have made a more lasting impression on her, being a dancer now and all. So when I stepped into the room with hundreds of toys lined up on the rows of desks, I noticed her and didn’t leave her side the entire day. I was terrified, so a familiar face was reassuring. Continue reading “[Day 48] What about me, Mr. Coit?”
Dear Natalie Tran,
I don’t remember exactly when I first started watching your videos, but let me tell you, it was a day that changed my life forever. My parents have actually threatened to take my computer away from me because I spent more time watching your videos over and over again than I do anything else. While you were away doing your short film for school (I follow you on Twitter as well) I hid my sadness by watching all of your videos… again. Continue reading “[Day 47] I can do math!”
One of the best things about getting older is being able to talk to your parents as if you’re almost equals. I say almost because if I slip up and swear or say something inappropriate then I can still get grounded. But almost equals is better than them calling each other “mommy” and “daddy” and having to tell me that there comes a point in life where you can’t wear gaudy, flowery, spandex bike shorts out in public anymore. Continue reading “[Day 45] Mrs. Nerimon?”
Unassertive people. We all know them, even if we don’t talk to them. But they’re there. In the corners of the library, in the back of classrooms, or sitting alone in the center of the cafeteria. They pretend not to care, but they do. Continue reading “[Day 44] It’s Cold”
I’m going to prelude this blog with the fact that it will be very vague, because I don’t think I’m legally allowed to give specific details, nor do I want to give specific details because privacy is one of the most important things to have, and I’m not about to take that away from someone. Continue reading “[Day 43] Well that took you long enough”
Speech and debate pretty much consumes my life. Everything is so… empty without it. I love the people, the events, and the overall feeling that comes with it. I am a narcissist, so hearing my own voice is always nice, I am argumentative, which is helpful for debating, and I am dramatic, which is great for my second event, poetry interpretation. Continue reading “[Day 42] The Meaning of Life”