Seannie was up until 1 am last night doing homework. My mom was up until 2 am finishing whatever it was Seannie couldn't finished because she was knocked out over her Social Studies book. (Sidenote: She actually has the book Kyle Naes used when we were in 7th grade - weird) The assignment was to create a crossword puzzle for this week's volcabulary list. She used almost all of my graph paper before mom finally decided to do it on the computer. little fucktard, I told her I create it on the computer for her but she didn't want my help or mom's for that matter. Of course it is hard to stop someone from doing anything when you're unconscious. I'm slightly disturbed that the books and the assignments at St. Simon's haven't changed in all the years since I attended that school. But that's the Catholic way isn't it? Routine - Order - Habit I suppose that life would be much safer that way- nothing unexpected or out of the ordinary. I'll admit I do find comfort in routine and in the fact that not much has changed in my absence.

That's not true though. Ms. VanMeter and Ms. Ramasadren are the only teachers I had that are still teaching there. Ms. Johnson is still there too as the Vice Principle. She remembers me and Elaine, Brian and Robert. We were her 8th grade helpers. On Thursday afternoons we would clap erasers and wipe down the desks in the science lab. I'd forgotten about that, how could I have forgotten that? At Christmas she gave us each gift certificates to Wherehouse and at graduation she presented us with white picture frames with a graduation cap on it. I still have that.

Where was I going with this? I was going to bitch about Sean and her problems with every other student in the 7th grade. She is being picked on and she doesn't have any friends. But a lot of that is her own doing. Last week was parent/teacher week. Mom had a conference with the school psychologist, Sean's teacher and Mrs. Johnson. They were all concerned about Seannie's attitude towards the other children and her lack of companions. Mrs. Johnson kept mentioning how I had had lots of friends and that I'm still friends with many of those people I met at St. Simon's. Mom told them that it wasn't about finding friends but building relationships. She said it was like wanting to buy a certain shoe. Seannie is picky about what shoes she likes to wear and she won't buy anything unless it is up to her standards. Joy on the other hand loves all kinds of shoes and will bring almost anything home with her even if it doesn't fit. . . . Thanks mom . . .

There is some truth in that. I don't understand why we can't all be friends. Or at least kind to one another. You may think this is idealistic or naive but why can't it be realistic and practical? It takes much more effort to be hostile towards someone then helpful (unless it is yet another lost and confused international student- god I'm a hypocrite) Fuck it- no more preaching from the peanut gallery


This song has been stuck in my head all week,

Sure i think about you now and then
But it's been a long, long time.
I've got a good life now, i've moved on
So when you cross my mind....

(i, so, and) try not to think about
What might have been
'cause that was then
And we've taken different roads
We can't go back again, there's no use giving in
And there's no way to know
What might have been.

We could sit and talk about this all night long,
And wonder why we didn't last
Yes, they might be the best days we will ever know
But we'll have to leave them in the past.
(Chorus)
That same old look in your eyes
It's a beautiful night
I'm so tempted to stay
But too much time has gone by
We should just say goodbye
And turn and walk away.
(Chorus)
No, we'll never know
What might have been

kyle naes. heh. he has SUCH a porn-star name. wonder if he has a porn-star penis.
—ranor on 2003-11-17 02:43:52

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