Wednesday, March 16, 2011

I have this really great teacher for most of my education classes. She's new, but real down to earth. She also has the best sense of humor of any teacher I've ever had, and I think I respect her for that mostly.
She likes me a whole lot, probably because I laugh at her jokes and we seem to get each other. When she assigns us boring blawblaw homework that requires listing bullshit facts, she always gives me an A+ even though I will just turn in a silly sketch. I like this lady. I hope to teach at the college level someday, and she gives me hope that maybe I will be happy about it.
So she is kind of my favorite teacher I guess, and I want to impress her because of that, but she probably thinks I'm just a big ole CRYBABY because I definitely cried for the second time in her class today.  Dangit! I have never cried at school ever (with the exception of 1st grade, when I flipped a ticket for convincing my entire class to hide under our desks and scare the teacher).  But one time the tech police yelled at me before her class and I went in all teary eyed boo hooin'. And today class was nearly over and it just came outta nowhere, ya know? Not really nowhere, I guess. We had to talk about sad students and why they were sad and consequences of them being sad..........and suicide came up.........and it hit a nerve.........because I have a crazy family member............who tried to pull that..........the other day...........wasn't successful..............was scary.............upset us all............feel funny.............miss my gpa...........not ready to lose another person yet...............then again, are we ever ready?
guess not.
2011, i'm not giving up on you yet. but please don't treat me like 2010 did. i can't handle another 2010.

Thursday, March 3, 2011

Wahwahwah

I am doing everything in my power to sandbag my tears and not have a nervous breakdown. I'm such a baby.
Lauren Washy Matlock needs to move back asap, ya hurr?
Speaking of hurr, I need a not-so-stupid haircut. Maybe I will go to a real salon.
Oh great, now I'm that girl. Blogging about being sad and my hair. Never thought I'd see the day!