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surviving Well today went much better than the past few days have. I wish the past few days never happened, but whatever. I can't change that. I didn't write here, because I didn't really want my feelings to be read, and there was no use writing it just to privatize it. I wrote it to myself, and then I just did away with it. As long as I have that outlet, I do better. I've realize that now. I'm going to go to the office tomorrow and snag whatever paperwork I need to become a Teacher's Aide for Mr.History, because, dude. Rock. I have to tell him that he absolutely cannot move for the next two years. Well, I mean, physically, he can move. But he can't up and leave me. Because the Female Coolest Teacher Ever is moving to Georgia at the end of this year, and I'm lucky I'm in her class this semester. It's so depressing. I don't want her to go! I love her! How many other teachers love Monty Python and Dave Barry? How many openly talk about stuff with me? How many went to a Catholic school and listened to the Sex Pistols? Yeah. She RULES. And... sigh. What's really sad is that her husband's going to be moving before she does, so that'll really tear her up. She's stressed out enough as it is. I'll get her something. I'll either go visit her and bring flowers, or something. I just have to do something. I know Coach History doesn't read this, but I have to announce my thanks to him. My last report card, he gave me a citizenship grade of "S", or "Satisfactory." And that was, well, just not satisfactory. So I went and complained (in jest, of course). And now my report card says "E"! Yay! I went to thank him today. He's so funny. I will physically chain him down if I have to. He is NOT LEAVING! I have to have my cool teachers nearby. Cat alert! Run away so she doesn't delete anything! Phew. Back. Sorry. I know it really doesn't seem like it here, but I'm battling a bout of the sighs and the slumps. The depression and the downers. I've got... a bad case of "I just give up"s, and I'm tired of them. But I'm not exactly positive as to what to do about it. I guess I just soldier on. I can do that. I have friends, whether I seem to think I do or not. I talk myself out of the friend-having sometimes. I depress myself. How sad is that? Oh well. I need to go to sleep, but I have a cat asleep in my lap. Alas. <-Ghost-> |
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