February 2012
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Today I:
Looked at a ton of my Spanish teacher’s vacation photos .
Did a bunch of APUSH homework.
Read 4 chapters in The Grapes of Wrath.
Didn’t cry (yet).
Gave my friend her late birthday present.
Watched a really depressing film about WWII.
Ate some salad.
Wrote a bunch of poetry.
Went on a walk and finally picked up the spoon that’s been sitting on the sidewalk for...
My uncle’s marriage is falling apart, and as much as that upsets me, it makes it even worse that my parents are trying to hide it from Mich and I. We hear them talking in whispers about it. We aren’t little kids anymore.
There’s a ghost in my sister’s room. I am about to cry.
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I just went to see Chronicle with Michelle and Luke, which was nice, and put me in a better mood for a while, but I can’t keep lying to myself. I have that kind of sadness that makes me cry at lost dog signs and hug my knees in the car and I just don’t know how to fix it.
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You sit down at your desk, and it’s the same desk you sat in on Monday, and the Monday before that, and every Monday ever, as far as you’re concerned. The books you set on the floor are also the same, as is the teacher, squinting at the same laptop with the same tired expression, as if to say ‘I don’t spend enough time with my kids. I should really change that.’ You feel sad for her, just like...
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No one ever told us that they were the caterpillars of moths. We had every reason to believe that the sad, misshapen cocoons behind the glass of our pickle jars would become monarch butterflies one June day, and when that happened, we would have smiles wider than the sky and eyes filled with clouds. Of course it never happened. All of the jars were forgotten, and our smiles became deflated...
Basically, I have to study for an AP Bio death quiz that I just realized got moved to tomorrow. Oh my.
