 11.17.02 Today I would like to say good-bye to one of my favorite teachers. He died last Sunday, and I didn't find out until Wednesday. Mr. Paul Hamill was one of the best teachers I have ever had. He made learning fun, as shown by the fact that he had a waiting list of students who wanted him as their teacher.
Anyone who knew him is lucky. I know I am, and I am sorry that I never took the time to go visit him. No matter how many times I�ve told myself to go see all of my old teachers, I have never done it. Now, I won�t have a chance to tell him how much he helped me, which is made worse by the fact that I couldn�t even attend his funeral Friday. Never wait to tell someone how you feel. The chance might not come again� I�ve always been told this but never realized how true it was until now.
However, on lighter note, I got to see ultra-cute Publix guy today. Jo-chan was right, I guess I am kind of interested in him. Now, all I have to do is ask him for his number. Hey, if you�re reading this (not that you ever will) ultra-cute Publix guy, you should give me your digits! Or email me! It�s the chick with the Smaktdown shirt!
11.15.02 At any given time, I have many, many things to say about the world around me and my life. Most of it is bad, and the why is people. As I am constantly surrounded by rejects with their heads up their butts, there will be a lot of b!tching here. Just to warn you...
Maybe's it's just me, but it seemed like everyone was against me today. I try to be a pleasant person, but some days it just doesn't work. Tiredness is a major factor of my mood, and today I thought I'd cry, it was so bad. There was only one thing that stopped me. Weakness. A friend said it was unacceptable to cry; crying shows weakness.
I have to agree; my "image" is at stake. Everyone expects me to be tough, and I live up to that. Somedays it's just so hard I don't want to try. Today was one of those days. Maybe if it weren't for school, it might have been better, but some things can't be changed. I'm under a dead line here with finishing a paper, and sure I'm a bit cranky. It happens to the best of us. I can't been uber-active all time f***ing time. If I keep going on like this, it's just going to make things worse, so this is the cut off point for me... maybe more will come later.
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