Sitting in English class I wait ...for the next instructions on what I need to do. I say, if you say Blog enough it sounds like BLOB...after a couple of ackward stares I lean back in my chair and wonder what I said. Waking up with a horrendous headache this morning I am very unmotivated to do anything or be really funny. I want to play with my children when they get home and remembering I have to make dinner...I claim it a Mac n Cheese night, while I snack on my carrots and ranch dressing...yum.
Later on tonight I need to attempt to lift weights..to get in shape for the summer. This summer is going to be so weird with nothing to do but play outside. Usually I drowned in History homework or some biblical text that I need to do for school. When the kids nap or when I am not getting chased around by yellow jackets, I will be reading... to become a better "historian in the making." I get so irritated when people think they know what they are talking about. I have been called a history snob which is right, I am. I look at everything from 1,000 years before...or more like 200 (like a boss). People are amazed by the things that are going on now...oh gosh a war here and there etc, but it doesn't shock me. After five years of history classes I have a huge library in my head of events that seem to be repeating themselves (which I think that anyone who says History Repeats Itself, somewhere in the world a historian dies ...) A couple of weeks back I was sitting in class and my english teacher gave us all some "easy ready" over the summer. He looks right at me and says "mothers should probably not read this because of the content." Apocolyptic literature...the END TIMES...I guess the book discusses how Satan and his minions get off on killing people...especially children. I laugh to myself not because of the topic but I say to him in class, have you ever heard of the Holocaust and what they used for firewood? This week in English class we learn how to place the proper commons in their proper places...I hate english. I am terrible at it. I am the person that puts they're where their should be. You're, your you are etc..gah. After being taken out of my proper classes when I was younger because I had some trouble I guess "learning" I was thrown into these Special Ed (I am not retarded...most of the time) and they followed me up all the way to the 11th grade when I put a stop to it. In 8th grade, my Sped teacher, who was a flaming crack head, use to take her class of 8 and walk around school. When we would have class in the tecahers lounge when we could not find a classroom, we would eat all the donuts pissing off the the staff of Lakes High School. That was the year I did not learn proper placement of commons, fractions, pre-algebra, etc.I ended up telling the school their specialized tests didn't prove a damn thing (right in front of my mother no less) and took charge of my own destiny.
I don't look into the future I look into the past. I fear the past more than the future and maybe this is why I can't move on. Here is alittle about me.
