This was my first choice college and the only college I even bothered with .. went to the damn orientation session and everything .. ah well .. I'm not going back anyway but that's still disappointing .. my marks were good too .. I guess they didn't like my questionaire or something .. which is funny cuz the letter said "even though you meet all the eligibility requirements we can't offer you a seat" ... rigggghhhtttt ..
Meh .. I've never been rejected from a college before .. I didn't think it was possible for anyone to get rejected from a community college
this kid Yuri was doing an extra credit presentation on meditation. we all sat in a circle on the ground with the lights out and our eyes closed for about fifteen minutes. it was great.
our school isn't normal though. we're the only school on the island that doesn't require hall passes and school id. about ten years ago students used to all hop in the teacher's car and drive to their house for class, or if it was a nice day go have class out on the field or something.
and that french class is an exception too. there are only 8 people in the class, 7 of us are seniors, we're really good friends with the teacher, and it's his last year of teaching. so basically no one gives a crap. we've also done yoga, tai chi, and irish step dancing in that class. and one time we spent a whole week decoupaging boxes.
we are the brand new beatniks. we are the down and outers.
we are the bleeding hearts, beating syncopated, broken rhythm.
our speed is often break neck. we need to slow it down.
tired of being sleepless. tired of being broken.
I can't wait until the day schools are over-funded and the military is forced to hold bake sales to buy planes.
"It's a great thing when you realize you still have the ability to surprise yourself. Makes you wonder what else you can do that you've forgotten about"
And I am lip ring-less. It was fun while it lasted. My mom slapped me in the face and told me either to take the ring out myself or she would take it out herself (rip it off my lip) and kick me out of the house. I guess the slap to the face showed she was serious.
I faced death. I went in with my arms swinging. But I heard my own breath and had to face that I'm still living. I'm still flesh. I hold on to awful feelings. I'm not dead... My chest still draws breath. I hold it. I'm buoyant. There's no end.
ewww, a similar thing happened to someone i knows brother, he had nipple rings and instead of taking them out himself when his mom threatened, she actually yanked them out. ooouch.
Aww .. that's too bad .. parents over react to things way too much .. my mom still hasn't seen the tattoos on my wrists .. and she won't until I'm out of the house
well my mom is weird .. she came with me to get my first tattoo .. she allowed one tattoo .. then I got 2 more and she freaked out .. if she sees these new ones or finds out about the other ones I'm getting then she'll be upset .. but it doesn't work that way .. you can't allow me to get one and then not expect me to get another one
She knows about 3 out of my 5 tattoos .. and she knows about all my piercings. Though I hid my tongue ring from her for a few months.