Well, my second round of tests has begun. I have my Calculus test to take Monday, my Paleontology test Tuesday, and my Chemistry test Wednesday. It has to work that way, so I hope it does. I'm stressing a little less this time. *shrug* Just do what you can do, you know?
I was on campus until after 6 yesterday and today. So, getting a letter from Johnny was a huge boost for me today. He wrote me poetry. I don't deserve him. (We always have a little fake fight about who doesn't deserve who.)
I always think that I've changed, but really I'm just the same as the little girl obsessed with kittens and the color pink. I still love cats (and cats love me) and pink resides in the favorite color category (with several other colors). My rock collections, my untidiness, my need to have music playing as much as possible, the way I like to sit on my bed or on the floor to do my homework. I still love video games and reading mysteries and fantasy and stories about love. I still read poetry. I still daydream (until the professor asks me a question, anyway). I still feel so small when I look at the stars at night. I stopped wetting the bed, though. (God is merciful.) I still start out shy and then bloom over time. I still feel very nervous in crowds of people. I love playing in the rain and getting dirty outside. I aspire to smile as much as I did then. I was a happy child, though there were plenty of unhappy things in that place I can't reach called childhood. I loved having my picture taken. I had quite a variety of ... interesting poses. I still try my very best. I've continued to be more capable at making friends with my teachers than my peers. And, of course, I've stayed the girly tomboy playing sports and videogames with my brothers and the other boys while wearing pink with my hair all cute. I have changed a lot, but in a lot of ways, I'm still just the same smiling little girl inside. Good thing I married the cutest, most fun little boy on the block.
I was on campus until after 6 yesterday and today. So, getting a letter from Johnny was a huge boost for me today. He wrote me poetry. I don't deserve him. (We always have a little fake fight about who doesn't deserve who.)
I always think that I've changed, but really I'm just the same as the little girl obsessed with kittens and the color pink. I still love cats (and cats love me) and pink resides in the favorite color category (with several other colors). My rock collections, my untidiness, my need to have music playing as much as possible, the way I like to sit on my bed or on the floor to do my homework. I still love video games and reading mysteries and fantasy and stories about love. I still read poetry. I still daydream (until the professor asks me a question, anyway). I still feel so small when I look at the stars at night. I stopped wetting the bed, though. (God is merciful.) I still start out shy and then bloom over time. I still feel very nervous in crowds of people. I love playing in the rain and getting dirty outside. I aspire to smile as much as I did then. I was a happy child, though there were plenty of unhappy things in that place I can't reach called childhood. I loved having my picture taken. I had quite a variety of ... interesting poses. I still try my very best. I've continued to be more capable at making friends with my teachers than my peers. And, of course, I've stayed the girly tomboy playing sports and videogames with my brothers and the other boys while wearing pink with my hair all cute. I have changed a lot, but in a lot of ways, I'm still just the same smiling little girl inside. Good thing I married the cutest, most fun little boy on the block.
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