ermm... i don't know...my teacher handed back our essays a few days ago and she always add little comments at the end of the paper. well, she wrote that i was an excellent writer, god given gift, send an essay to our school's literary magazine ect. ect. i asked her about her comments today after everyone had slowly dragged themselves out of class and she interrupted me before i could even finished speaking. she went on and on about how have a god given gift and how i should use this skill and how i don't seem to credit myself enough. waaaaay too many things to take down out once, so i kept trying to tell her bye, but some she just kept talking and talking...all i keep thinking about is my future and will i win or lose? sigh...i don't know my mood right now really.
oh, yeah and today, in english, we read henry david thoreau. he was naturalist and loved going off in solitude to find himself...right when we started to read his biography i felt like they were reading about my own experiences. how he didn't give into conformity and found solitude a great thinking space. everyone else in the class thought he was "crazy", "weird", and "boring". well, actually one kid thought he was persistent. anyway, i loved his writing about an ant wars, birds, and stuff.
you know what? now that i look back at the series of events today, i've had an innovative day...i find a book, the only book they had, on the Star Wars plan. then in math class i talked to someone who i haven't really talked to in a while.
i'll take an 8 to go please
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