Hello, people. I hope that you are well. I am exhausted today. Physically, mentally, emotionally. I have too much stress, I am sure that you know how it is. Hahaha, adults be like, That's nuthin' babe.
I know. I don't even have to buy my own food. Anyway, today has been very long. It began with a nightmare in which some old guy chased me down as I was on my way to get my camera from my car to take pictures of a pep rally. He caught up to me and took me down. First he grabbed my shirt and then me. We were in the parking lot and I was screaming for help as loud as possible. There was a cop car in the parking lot, I was counting on the assistance of its driver. Before any help arrived though, I had already been beaten and stabbed. I was trying to fight back but to no avail. Blood was pouring from between my lips, it tasted nasty and my whole mouth hurt. I wan't even sure if my teeth were in my mouth anymore. The man had a knife too. He stabbed me. Finally a cop arrived and tried to restrain him, but he fought hard and I had to hold one of his arms so that he didn't stab the cop. It was horrifying. Finally the man was subdued. (Think old man with the strength of a ripped teen. Kind of like a character on Flash.) Bleeding and in pain, I grabbed my camera and went to the pep rally as fast as I could manage. I saw some friends in the hallway and talked a bit on the way, but I was truly in a rush. By the time I got to my destination, the rally was over. I tried to explain to the now angry coach of the soccer team why I'd failed to get the pictures he wanted, but he wouldn't have it. (Yeah, I was covered in blood and maybe missing teeth and he wouldn't take it.)
So that, my dears, was the brilliant way my day began. It went on mostly the same. Clouds gloomy, friend emotionally dying because yesterday was the anniversary of the last thing he did with his dad before his dad died. My journalism teacher's disapproving voice as she scolded us. The look in her eyes. The pressure of a deadline missed by two weeks. Other such pressures. Friends, soon this coal will either burn or become a diamond. Well this class is about to end. (Y'all get a special treat, I wrote this in ROTC.) Have a good rest of the day.
Oh and the cadet that owed me pasta finally brought it to me. It was cold and less than stellar, but I don't care. I am glad that he finally came through. (Took him almost the whole lunch period though. I barely had time to eat it.)
I know. I don't even have to buy my own food. Anyway, today has been very long. It began with a nightmare in which some old guy chased me down as I was on my way to get my camera from my car to take pictures of a pep rally. He caught up to me and took me down. First he grabbed my shirt and then me. We were in the parking lot and I was screaming for help as loud as possible. There was a cop car in the parking lot, I was counting on the assistance of its driver. Before any help arrived though, I had already been beaten and stabbed. I was trying to fight back but to no avail. Blood was pouring from between my lips, it tasted nasty and my whole mouth hurt. I wan't even sure if my teeth were in my mouth anymore. The man had a knife too. He stabbed me. Finally a cop arrived and tried to restrain him, but he fought hard and I had to hold one of his arms so that he didn't stab the cop. It was horrifying. Finally the man was subdued. (Think old man with the strength of a ripped teen. Kind of like a character on Flash.) Bleeding and in pain, I grabbed my camera and went to the pep rally as fast as I could manage. I saw some friends in the hallway and talked a bit on the way, but I was truly in a rush. By the time I got to my destination, the rally was over. I tried to explain to the now angry coach of the soccer team why I'd failed to get the pictures he wanted, but he wouldn't have it. (Yeah, I was covered in blood and maybe missing teeth and he wouldn't take it.)
So that, my dears, was the brilliant way my day began. It went on mostly the same. Clouds gloomy, friend emotionally dying because yesterday was the anniversary of the last thing he did with his dad before his dad died. My journalism teacher's disapproving voice as she scolded us. The look in her eyes. The pressure of a deadline missed by two weeks. Other such pressures. Friends, soon this coal will either burn or become a diamond. Well this class is about to end. (Y'all get a special treat, I wrote this in ROTC.) Have a good rest of the day.
Oh and the cadet that owed me pasta finally brought it to me. It was cold and less than stellar, but I don't care. I am glad that he finally came through. (Took him almost the whole lunch period though. I barely had time to eat it.)
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