To Who I Am Becoming...

So one of my dad's favorite songs is I Can Change by John Legend featuring Snoop Dogg. Well for some reason he wanted the lyrics to it and so I told him how he could get them off the internet. I almost wish that I had not done this because he then read them to me. With the music this song is amazing but with my dad's matter of fact tone the lyrics almost sounded perverce. He asked me what "Tripping off" and "Hizzle" ment. If you want an out of body experiance all you have to do is try to explain those words to your parents. ACK!!! Since then he will send me e-mails and things using those words. He has even gone as far as found an online slang dictionary that he uses. When he hears one of his students use a word that is hip then the will find out what it means and then try and use it. I don't know whether to laugh or cry. (Most of the time I do both) Here is the song that started it all

I knew that this facade was too much to be true. This was that time when she would ask for my qualifications and tell me that she would be watching me (no doubt waiting to pull her son out of my class for my incompetence). “I assure you that your son will receive the best education in my class.” “Oh yes, I am not worried about that at all.” She saw the brief flash of incredulity. “Can I ask how much you know about my family?” “I’m sorry but I know very little about your family. I don’t pay much attention to what happens out side of my classroom and my students.” Now she had to change the look of wonder. I was surprised when that look turned into one of almost glee. “I’m sorry. I …” “No, No. Please don’t apologize. It is so nice to finally meet someone who has not heard about every little detail of my life whether true or not.” She suppressed a little chuckle. I sat in silence waiting for her to continue. “I actually came to talk to you about my son. His father, my husband, died one yea...

The rest of the afternoon had a strange ominous feel about it. I had never had a parent come to talk to me the day before their child come into my class. I usually contacted them as soon as I found out about an addition to my roster. Despite all of my assertions that this family was no different then any other I knew that this mother would expect me to act differently around her and her son. Not that I was about to do that. I was working on preparing for the next days activities when I heard a faint knock on my door. I knew it was Gillian Bren only because I did not hear a child yell my name immediately after the knock. I turned to look at the woman that I was sure would make my teaching more difficult. Mothers like her often wanted teachers to go through ever educational distinction with them so that they could tear down your strategies and make suggestions that they were sure that would be so much better. I had pictured as having big blond hare and every part of her appearance carefu...

I have been trying to come to terms with what my life is now. I hasn't changed much but it feels like it has. For as long as I can remember I have been working for this goal of getting through school. I have been taking classes and having to answer to someone. Now all of the sudden it has stoped. This last week I took my last final at Dixie. To make up for all of the free time I have taken naps, cleaned my room, and watched as my appartment building has gone to peices. I like it but I know that now is when I will truly have to grow up and we all know how well I have been able to do that so far.

Adam was changed to Wyatt and Eliza was changed to Anne. Everyone at school could not believe that I was not totally in love with him because he was so good looking. Wyatt had been a basketball player in high school and had managed to keep that figure. I on the other hand had never played a sport and it showed. I was slender but not to the point of emaciation. It was clear that my priorities were more for what made me happy instead of what size my waist was. “Anne!” “Hi Wyatt.” By his tone I could tell that he was excited about something but I didn’t know how much of that excitement was about me, about something he wanted me to do, or about something that I no longer had to do and that made me a little nervous. “Did you hear yet?” “Hear what?” I said in a suspicious tone. It was early November and I knew that his family was coming into town. I was afraid that he would want me to spend the whole time with his mother so that she wouldn’t ask about his love life. I had done that once befo...

I went to school this morning and thought that today was going to be an okay day. Once I got about half way through and I knew that today was going to be a pain. I had no hopes that things were going to go my way or any good natured persons way untill I got to my computer. The internet at my apartment has been down for six days now. I have not been happy about it. When I got home and turned on my computer the internet was in full force. As if that were not enough to make me the happiest person on the planet, when I went around to tell everyone in my building a girl in one of the apartments said that she had something for me. To my surprise she pulled out my DRIVERS LICENCE. I had lost it two weeks ago at Shell Gas Station. She had found it in our parking lot. I have never been so convinced that the Lord is looking out for me because I am just not that lucky. Even if the world were to destroy me right now I would still be happy.