They sat together, one resting their head on the others lap. The world around them was darkening, lulling the creatures of the day to halt their mischief. The first looked up at the second.
“You’re always talking about love and all that stuff.”
The second moved from their thoughts. “Yeah, and?”
The first let out a puff of air from within their lungs, “Well, you know me better than anyone. And I know you just as well. And we make each other laugh. And we’ve seen each other cry. So, do you think you could love me?”
So the second sat there in silence. Contemplating the great question, Can I open up my heart to them? And, if I’d didn’t work out? Then its the greater question to answer; would it hurt more to break a heart, or to be broken hearted?
School is for learning
Or at least that’s what I’ve been taught
You go there to Learn about math
So why when I have look for colleges
And further my schooling
Do I have to search
With a career base in mind?
We’ve forgotten that school
Is a place to excite our minds
And not just get that degree
That gives us a possibility
Of a good paying job.
I want to go to college.
But not just because I’m more likely to be hired
If I have a high flyer degree.
I want to go to school to learn.
That’s what its for right?
Story time! I haven’t written on of these in a while but since school has started back up I think its the best time to get this started again. In school, I have an algebra 2/trig class. The room we are stuck in is about 15 feet by 15 feet, with blinds that don’t close and windows that barely open. Its the 8th day of classes and our teacher makes an offhand comment about herself. She said, and I quote, “I’m really excited about the next subject in your books. I had to look over it last night because I haven’t taught this class in over 6 years, but it seems really fun.” Six Years.
Those two words rattled inside my brain for a few moments. How is she going to teach us if she’s relearning the topic herself? *deep sigh* wish me luck.
I love rereading all the words that I’ve placed, either here or on my tumblr, or even in paper. Waves of coolness play over my heart while I read what I’ve thought. Even from the words that came from hard lessons and deep dark emotions, that I still feel the edges of, I can appreciate that they are there. Little markings from my happiest and most heart broken times. Its both warming and heartbreaking. I just want to thank anyone who’s taken the time to read my words, because its like you’re reading my mind. The writer/reader relationship is a deep and special one.