Do you ever have the dilemma of whether or not you should answer truthfully...
To the question:
How are you?
The typical response is "I'm good, how are you?"
And they usually say "Good" back.
-This is usually a short 'as we pass each other in the halls conversation.' response.
But what about when you have more time to just talk.
I've noticed recently.
-Since I've been basically sleep deprived since school started...
That I tend to falter when considering whether or not I should say something else besides "Good."
I will smile, and then I can feel that smile slip as I halfway consider saying "I'm running around with my head cut off, but loving every moment of it so I'm good how are you?" back at them.
Okay my response is usually "I'm exhausted, but good."
Because this could lead into a conversation going along the lines of "why are you exhausted?"
And then I can say:
"Because I can only sleep in on Saturdays." or something lol.
Who knows.
But it has been my dilemma for the past little while.
Usually I am good, running ragged, being the leader, taking on a lot of responsibilities...sleep deprived...but I'm having fun....so overall I'm good.
There are just moments where my exhaustion is overwhelming....
lol...I just don't want to seem.....idk...anything besides good?
But its good to mix it up.....
So how am I?
Tired. Good. loving this year in college with its ups and downs and "I would really like to strangle you" moments. :)
So. I"m good :) Thanks for asking.
How are you?
Until you next read these words;
I'll be watching the leaves.
Enjoy the day!
-Sarnic Dirchi
Note: Homework distracted me enough that I set the post for 11:58pm for the 12th even though I wrote "post delayed due to homework" at 12:02pm on the 13th. :( Bad distraction. ;) lol The main part of this post was written about 1:30am on the 13th.
Monday, September 12, 2011
Sunday, September 11, 2011
Remembering
Where was I?
I was on my way to school.
Elementary School.
I was in 6th grade and 11 years old
We were walking along the street on the side walk with a vertical red wood fence circling a corner house.
About a block away from the school.
And somebody mentioned that there had been an attack.
I don't exactly remember where, if it was on the way to school, or when we were picking up people to go to school. But somebody mentioned that a building had been attacked in New York.
The World Trade Center.
And I had no idea what that was.
So I dismissed it.
School....I think there was an undercurrent of fear....but it went pretty normally.
I think I saw an image on the tv in the corner of the room near the ceiling, but when class started the tv was turned off. But I think rumors abounded.
Then when I got home.
My family gathered in the 'reading room'
It has been my brother's and my sister's room throughout the years as well as a computer/reading room.
Basically it was the room upstairs where we had the tv.
I remember sitting behind the wooden rocking chair.
Glancing at the images on the screen.
Knowing that people were dying/ had died. But not wanting to be involved in it.
I watched the images and listened with my family to the news for hours it seems like.
Sticking pretty close together.
Watching over and over those towers falling. Hearing voices commenting on it.
I think I was playing with my stuffed animals.
And at some point probably thought to myself "I don't think I should be watching this"
Which is why I was behind the rocker.
Hiding myself.
Perhaps being fearful.
I don't remember.
I've been pretty distant from the 9/11 attack.
I wasn't affected...personally....as in I didn't know any friends or family that had died there.
I knew that a site in New York had been destroyed.
I've seen a couple of shows about it.
But for some reason this year.
Its struck me harder.
Until this year, I'd focused more on the planes that hit the towers.
For that was more real to me.
I'd flown on planes before.
And to know that they could be used as a weapon...
was frightening.
I knew people had died in those planes.
But it never really sunk in.
Just like I knew they were finding pieces of bodies at Ground Zero.
It didn't sink in that they were pieces of actual people.
It was more like a movie to me.
Where I'd seen the images.
But its hard to believe that those people at the end of the day,
Didn't just get up and walk away, and headed home.
That they weren't actors. They were regular people.
Today and Yesterday.
It became more real to me.
Because I heard the stories, saw the images,
and I think the part that was most poignant to me.
Was to actually have specific names and stories mentioned on those shows.
Have images showing where those people were in the tower, their last words, memories of their families and friends who talked to them before the towers collapsed.
Hearing/seeing those names.
Made the whole 9/11 tragedy
Much more real to me.
May we never forget the events of 9/11
The lives saved, the lives lost.
The heroes both living and dead.
To those in the four airplanes.
The two towers.
the Pentagon
Who lost their lives.
May your deaths have meaning.
That we will never forget.
May we keep together
Stay strong.
And remember.
Until you next see these words;
I'll be watching the leaves.
Enjoy the day!
-Sarnic Dirchi
The Dream
I had placed Kikay's fish in a shallow bowl. because I didn't like the fishbowl they were in.
But I wondered if the edges were too shallow, not steep enough, so the frog could climb out.
And low and behold...the frog did hope out.
And I ended up chasing the frog all over my backyard and my neighbors backyards
I almost caught it once. But then there were like two other frogs...more creepy looking. one was black with a bulbous green back.
Anyway I finally caught up with the frog.
And I was about to grab it.
When a chinchilla type of creature, but more creepy....
snatched up the frog and disappeared into a mouse type hole.
I think with the intention to eat the frog.
And I was devastated because I couldnt' get the frog, and the people who own the frog were going to be devastated....:(
But then I had a friend volunteer to help.
and suddenly it was a couple of hours later and he came up to me and gave me back the frog.
I asked him what deal he had made.
And he showed me a piece of paper with writing on it.
I got a glimpse of Friday and a bunch of numbers -dollar amounts with the total circled.
Basically it seemed like he'd sacrificed Friday nights...to do a dinner night for the creature.
He brushed it off like it was nothing, but I knew it was a sacrifice.
Then the unholy tones of daylight pulled me away....
and I became myself again.
-S.N.D
I was on my way to school.
Elementary School.
I was in 6th grade and 11 years old
We were walking along the street on the side walk with a vertical red wood fence circling a corner house.
About a block away from the school.
And somebody mentioned that there had been an attack.
I don't exactly remember where, if it was on the way to school, or when we were picking up people to go to school. But somebody mentioned that a building had been attacked in New York.
The World Trade Center.
And I had no idea what that was.
So I dismissed it.
School....I think there was an undercurrent of fear....but it went pretty normally.
I think I saw an image on the tv in the corner of the room near the ceiling, but when class started the tv was turned off. But I think rumors abounded.
Then when I got home.
My family gathered in the 'reading room'
It has been my brother's and my sister's room throughout the years as well as a computer/reading room.
Basically it was the room upstairs where we had the tv.
I remember sitting behind the wooden rocking chair.
Glancing at the images on the screen.
Knowing that people were dying/ had died. But not wanting to be involved in it.
I watched the images and listened with my family to the news for hours it seems like.
Sticking pretty close together.
Watching over and over those towers falling. Hearing voices commenting on it.
I think I was playing with my stuffed animals.
And at some point probably thought to myself "I don't think I should be watching this"
Which is why I was behind the rocker.
Hiding myself.
Perhaps being fearful.
I don't remember.
I've been pretty distant from the 9/11 attack.
I wasn't affected...personally....as in I didn't know any friends or family that had died there.
I knew that a site in New York had been destroyed.
I've seen a couple of shows about it.
But for some reason this year.
Its struck me harder.
Until this year, I'd focused more on the planes that hit the towers.
For that was more real to me.
I'd flown on planes before.
And to know that they could be used as a weapon...
was frightening.
I knew people had died in those planes.
But it never really sunk in.
Just like I knew they were finding pieces of bodies at Ground Zero.
It didn't sink in that they were pieces of actual people.
It was more like a movie to me.
Where I'd seen the images.
But its hard to believe that those people at the end of the day,
Didn't just get up and walk away, and headed home.
That they weren't actors. They were regular people.
Today and Yesterday.
It became more real to me.
Because I heard the stories, saw the images,
and I think the part that was most poignant to me.
Was to actually have specific names and stories mentioned on those shows.
Have images showing where those people were in the tower, their last words, memories of their families and friends who talked to them before the towers collapsed.
Hearing/seeing those names.
Made the whole 9/11 tragedy
Much more real to me.
May we never forget the events of 9/11
The lives saved, the lives lost.
The heroes both living and dead.
To those in the four airplanes.
The two towers.
the Pentagon
Who lost their lives.
May your deaths have meaning.
That we will never forget.
May we keep together
Stay strong.
And remember.
Until you next see these words;
I'll be watching the leaves.
Enjoy the day!
-Sarnic Dirchi
The Dream
I had placed Kikay's fish in a shallow bowl. because I didn't like the fishbowl they were in.
But I wondered if the edges were too shallow, not steep enough, so the frog could climb out.
And low and behold...the frog did hope out.
And I ended up chasing the frog all over my backyard and my neighbors backyards
I almost caught it once. But then there were like two other frogs...more creepy looking. one was black with a bulbous green back.
Anyway I finally caught up with the frog.
And I was about to grab it.
When a chinchilla type of creature, but more creepy....
snatched up the frog and disappeared into a mouse type hole.
I think with the intention to eat the frog.
And I was devastated because I couldnt' get the frog, and the people who own the frog were going to be devastated....:(
But then I had a friend volunteer to help.
and suddenly it was a couple of hours later and he came up to me and gave me back the frog.
I asked him what deal he had made.
And he showed me a piece of paper with writing on it.
I got a glimpse of Friday and a bunch of numbers -dollar amounts with the total circled.
Basically it seemed like he'd sacrificed Friday nights...to do a dinner night for the creature.
He brushed it off like it was nothing, but I knew it was a sacrifice.
Then the unholy tones of daylight pulled me away....
and I became myself again.
-S.N.D
Saturday, September 10, 2011
A Heartbreaking Moment
Loss.
Heartbreak.
Terror.
Yet in the midst of it all.
Heroes emerge.
Those willing to sacrifice their lives.
To try and help others to escape.
Others comforting those who know their end is coming.
Who have no hope of getting out alive.
Will be a voice of hope and comfort.
Giving cheer, even when they are dying.
Tonight I watched a series of 9/11 videos
and it was heartbreaking.
I related it to the sinking of the Titanic.
Where you already know that people are going to die.
Yet I still hope that in the end, that everyone will make it out alive.
But even in the face of death.
Heroes emerged.
Like the musicians on the Titanic who played until they couldn't any more.
There were people in the twin towers, who comforted those trapped.
Either in person.
Or through phone.
Until the end.
Here is to those brave souls.
Who gave their lives.
To try and rescue who they could.
Here is to those innocent souls
Who went to work on a normal sunny day.
And ended up never coming home again.
Here is to the families and friends
Who have an empty space in their hearts,
because of those attacks.
May they find moments of comfort as they go about their daily lives.
Until you next read these words;
I'll be watching the leaves.
Enjoy the day!
-Sarnic Dirchi
Heartbreak.
Terror.
Yet in the midst of it all.
Heroes emerge.
Those willing to sacrifice their lives.
To try and help others to escape.
Others comforting those who know their end is coming.
Who have no hope of getting out alive.
Will be a voice of hope and comfort.
Giving cheer, even when they are dying.
Tonight I watched a series of 9/11 videos
and it was heartbreaking.
I related it to the sinking of the Titanic.
Where you already know that people are going to die.
Yet I still hope that in the end, that everyone will make it out alive.
But even in the face of death.
Heroes emerged.
Like the musicians on the Titanic who played until they couldn't any more.
There were people in the twin towers, who comforted those trapped.
Either in person.
Or through phone.
Until the end.
Here is to those brave souls.
Who gave their lives.
To try and rescue who they could.
Here is to those innocent souls
Who went to work on a normal sunny day.
And ended up never coming home again.
Here is to the families and friends
Who have an empty space in their hearts,
because of those attacks.
May they find moments of comfort as they go about their daily lives.
Until you next read these words;
I'll be watching the leaves.
Enjoy the day!
-Sarnic Dirchi
Friday, September 9, 2011
One Year Later
September 9th 2011
One year ago, on September 9th 2010;
I typed out on my blog....
That today seemed like a good day to start a blog.
And one year later....
I'm still blogging!
Woot!!
How do I feel about this anniversary of blogging? Having blogged constantly (except for when I took vacations) for like 365 days.
Frankly....
I almost forgot it....
^^:; heh.
My life has been very...exhaustive the past couple of weeks. -Due to my last year of college starting then. :)
I feel like I've been sleep deprived since school started,
And I'm frankly amazed I've had time to do everything I have done. :)
Like blogging.
On September 9th I made a goal.
To keep blogging.
To not stop.
And I've done it for a year!
And I will continue doing it for years to come hopefully. :)
I don't know what the future holds for GuratensharArcisAnkel
But I plan for it to continue :)
Now....to be random
And because I've wanted to do this for a while now.
Maybe I'll make it an anniversarl thing.
Is to just post some facts/stats about GuratensharArcisAnkel.
That way I can track....how my blog is doing....I don't know. It made sense before I started typing out this sentence :)
Number of posts (counting this one.): 346
Number of page views I've had: 2,490
Most Viewed (page viewed) Posts of Mine:
1. 181st Saturday Conference Highlights -96
2. Gratitude, Nothing to Gobble at- 17
3. Road Rovers- 15
4. 181st Sunday Conference Highlights- 13
5 The Island Dream- 12
What Browsers and Operating Systems are used to view my blog:
And finally!
Countries that have viewed my blog
-This is the most annoying thing, because it doesn't show ALL the countries that have viewed my blog :( Which makes me sad :( I want to see them ALL!! Not just like the top 10.
One year ago, on September 9th 2010;
I typed out on my blog....
That today seemed like a good day to start a blog.
And one year later....
I'm still blogging!
Woot!!
How do I feel about this anniversary of blogging? Having blogged constantly (except for when I took vacations) for like 365 days.
Frankly....
I almost forgot it....
^^:; heh.
My life has been very...exhaustive the past couple of weeks. -Due to my last year of college starting then. :)
I feel like I've been sleep deprived since school started,
And I'm frankly amazed I've had time to do everything I have done. :)
Like blogging.
On September 9th I made a goal.
To keep blogging.
To not stop.
And I've done it for a year!
And I will continue doing it for years to come hopefully. :)
I don't know what the future holds for GuratensharArcisAnkel
But I plan for it to continue :)
Now....to be random
And because I've wanted to do this for a while now.
Maybe I'll make it an anniversarl thing.
Is to just post some facts/stats about GuratensharArcisAnkel.
That way I can track....how my blog is doing....I don't know. It made sense before I started typing out this sentence :)
Number of posts (counting this one.): 346
Number of page views I've had: 2,490
Most Viewed (page viewed) Posts of Mine:
1. 181st Saturday Conference Highlights -96
2. Gratitude, Nothing to Gobble at- 17
3. Road Rovers- 15
4. 181st Sunday Conference Highlights- 13
5 The Island Dream- 12
What Browsers and Operating Systems are used to view my blog:
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Thursday, September 8, 2011
Why Dost Thou Honk?
There is one thing here that I don't think I'll understand the reasoning behind.
Why when cars drive past my apartment, do they feel the need to honk? ALOT?
It happens at least twice everyday it seems like.
And its not like its the "beep beep" of "Hi, I'm here" its more of the "BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP"
of "You just cut me off you jerk!"
I think its more like cars are honking at other cars or people they see waiting for the bus at the bus stop, or someone generally cut them off...or stopped suddenly, or drove too slowly..idk there isnt' really a passing lane on my street. So who knows.
Maybe there is some hidden tradition that only a few know about, where they need to honk when they drive down our street.
I don't know. Its annoying.
Mostly because my immediate reaction is to react defensively "What did I do to make you honk at me?!"
Even though I'm like 4 stories up, that's still my immediate reaction.
Sometimes I wonder if people are honking up at me.
Just because our window has light in it, while others may not.
I don't know.
One of these days I'll have to just car watch and see what might cause these honking things to happen.
Until you next read these words;
I'll be watching the leaves.
Enjoy the day!
-Sarnic Dirchi
Why when cars drive past my apartment, do they feel the need to honk? ALOT?
It happens at least twice everyday it seems like.
And its not like its the "beep beep" of "Hi, I'm here" its more of the "BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP"
of "You just cut me off you jerk!"
I think its more like cars are honking at other cars or people they see waiting for the bus at the bus stop, or someone generally cut them off...or stopped suddenly, or drove too slowly..idk there isnt' really a passing lane on my street. So who knows.
Maybe there is some hidden tradition that only a few know about, where they need to honk when they drive down our street.
I don't know. Its annoying.
Mostly because my immediate reaction is to react defensively "What did I do to make you honk at me?!"
Even though I'm like 4 stories up, that's still my immediate reaction.
Sometimes I wonder if people are honking up at me.
Just because our window has light in it, while others may not.
I don't know.
One of these days I'll have to just car watch and see what might cause these honking things to happen.
Until you next read these words;
I'll be watching the leaves.
Enjoy the day!
-Sarnic Dirchi
Wednesday, September 7, 2011
Longer then Expected
Institute.
Institute.
Institute.
It seems like my life revolves around Institute.
I don't mind it actually. :) lol
Institute oddly enough is my home away from home away from home.
But I sometimes feel like I spend waaaay too much time there.
Not class wise.
But council wise. It seems like whenever I plan to go to the institute to do something council related....it always takes twice as long as I thought it would to do whatever I came to institute to do.
I often think "Oh this will only take like 15 mins at the most....and then 2 hours later....I finally get done."
-That isn't that big of an exaggeration, it happened today. :)
Most of the time, the original institute business I have, actually does take the amount of time that I think it will take.
But...then I end up....I guess "asking for trouble?" by going to others, or volunteering for things....that makes it take longer.
Most of the time I don't mind. I really actually love being of use in the institute.
But there are some days when I get home...and I think to myself "Why?!?!?! Why did I do that?! I have this that and the other I need to do today!"
This is especially true when I have like 6 other things that need to be done *coughhomeworkcough* before I head for that really inviting soft comfortable bed of mine.
Perhaps I should start planning for things to take more time when it involves institute, instead of less time. Then I'll get done earlier then expected and feel like I have more time!!
Note to self: Institute related things = twice as long as thought.
At least I'm having a blast doing it though ^^
Until you next see these words;
I'll be watching the leaves.
Enjoy the day!
-Sarnic Dirchi
Institute.
Institute.
It seems like my life revolves around Institute.
I don't mind it actually. :) lol
Institute oddly enough is my home away from home away from home.
But I sometimes feel like I spend waaaay too much time there.
Not class wise.
But council wise. It seems like whenever I plan to go to the institute to do something council related....it always takes twice as long as I thought it would to do whatever I came to institute to do.
I often think "Oh this will only take like 15 mins at the most....and then 2 hours later....I finally get done."
-That isn't that big of an exaggeration, it happened today. :)
Most of the time, the original institute business I have, actually does take the amount of time that I think it will take.
But...then I end up....I guess "asking for trouble?" by going to others, or volunteering for things....that makes it take longer.
Most of the time I don't mind. I really actually love being of use in the institute.
But there are some days when I get home...and I think to myself "Why?!?!?! Why did I do that?! I have this that and the other I need to do today!"
This is especially true when I have like 6 other things that need to be done *coughhomeworkcough* before I head for that really inviting soft comfortable bed of mine.
Perhaps I should start planning for things to take more time when it involves institute, instead of less time. Then I'll get done earlier then expected and feel like I have more time!!
Note to self: Institute related things = twice as long as thought.
At least I'm having a blast doing it though ^^
Until you next see these words;
I'll be watching the leaves.
Enjoy the day!
-Sarnic Dirchi
Tuesday, September 6, 2011
Speech Therapy
Today in a Special Education class the question was asked
"What do you think off first when you think of special education?"
Or something like that....
My first thought was "A picture of a kid in a wheel chair"
But as we went around the room saying what we thought.
One girl mentioned a therapy area in school she went to for speech therapy because she had a stutter.
and it brought back memories.
When I was in Elementary School.
I went to a speech therapy class.
It was in a little room nearby/within the 'special education' room with the kids with more severe problems in the bigger room.
I didn't really notice more then that. Since I was focused on improving my speech.
Because I wasn't...clear in my speech.
I had trouble making the right sounds for words.
L, S, C, K, R, and perhaps some other letters I had trouble making the sounds right.
I remember L - I couldn't say Light. I would say Yight w/ a Y sound.
And Kikay I would say TiTay.
I never really viewed it as a.....hassle.
I remember fondly speech therapy.
We would play games and work on me making the right sounds and I could read out loud when I was older. And I halfway viewed it as a...treat...because I could get out of class and the others couldn't.
My studies didn't suffer either. I got A's in my classes.
So I viewed it as a treat.
At first.
But I was in speech therapy for a looooonnnggg Time.
From First Grade up to...5th grade..maybe even 6th grade.
I would spend an hour or so at the speech therapy place.
Working on Ls, and Ks and all the other letters.
Rs....took forever. I couldn't get the sound right, it took a couple of grades at least.
And it was as I was forever working on those R's...that it began to become tiresome.
I think its because I wanted to hang with my friends, maybe be more like them, I don't know.
But I was tired of being in speech therapy.
Especially since I was in there the longest out of any of the kids. Most of the kids who entered only stayed for a little bit to work on a couple letter sounds at the most.
Anyway. It was just a thought that passed my mind.
i never really felt different. I would be sad if I had to leave class to go to therapy when a fun activity was happening, but most of the time I was able to avoid the more 'boring' things.
So I think my experience in Speech Therapy was a rather positive one.
I never felt different. :) I halfway viewed it as a "I'm more special/smarter then you" experience. lol. Because I got to leave class and the others didn't. :)
Until you next read these words;
I'll be watching the leaves.
Enjoy the day!
-Sarnic Dirchi
The Dream
I was looking for a house to buy so that Kikay and I could move in.
There weren't that many options and I finally found a house right next to an elementary school.
The grass was rather dead looking, but the house was nice enough, though I don't remember going inside it. Instead I went and grabbed Kikay to show her the house.
she wasn't that impressed.
I went into the backyard, which was greener, and there were a bunch of little kids playing on our play set.
The school apparently couldn't afford a playground, and my house I just got had a play ground in it. It was all colorful and looked really cool. The school land and my land was divided by a chain linked fence, but during recess the gates would open and the children could come play. It actually looked like a lot of fun. I moved forward and suddenly I was in an office type area, where it was basically my first day of being a teacher at school...i was at school for teacher like business though I wasn't sure if I was actually a teacher. But one of the guys at there liked me alot, and left a long paper poster against the wall with a bunch of 'get to know you' questions and ABC choices listed. I grabbed a pen to fill out the answers correctly -others tried to fill them out for me. But people kept sitting on the couches in front of the poster, making it hard for me to reach the paper, it was a little awkward, as they kept talking to me and I kept flirting back.
Then the unholy tones of daylight pulled me away....
and I became myself again.
-S.N.D
"What do you think off first when you think of special education?"
Or something like that....
My first thought was "A picture of a kid in a wheel chair"
But as we went around the room saying what we thought.
One girl mentioned a therapy area in school she went to for speech therapy because she had a stutter.
and it brought back memories.
When I was in Elementary School.
I went to a speech therapy class.
It was in a little room nearby/within the 'special education' room with the kids with more severe problems in the bigger room.
I didn't really notice more then that. Since I was focused on improving my speech.
Because I wasn't...clear in my speech.
I had trouble making the right sounds for words.
L, S, C, K, R, and perhaps some other letters I had trouble making the sounds right.
I remember L - I couldn't say Light. I would say Yight w/ a Y sound.
And Kikay I would say TiTay.
I never really viewed it as a.....hassle.
I remember fondly speech therapy.
We would play games and work on me making the right sounds and I could read out loud when I was older. And I halfway viewed it as a...treat...because I could get out of class and the others couldn't.
My studies didn't suffer either. I got A's in my classes.
So I viewed it as a treat.
At first.
But I was in speech therapy for a looooonnnggg Time.
From First Grade up to...5th grade..maybe even 6th grade.
I would spend an hour or so at the speech therapy place.
Working on Ls, and Ks and all the other letters.
Rs....took forever. I couldn't get the sound right, it took a couple of grades at least.
And it was as I was forever working on those R's...that it began to become tiresome.
I think its because I wanted to hang with my friends, maybe be more like them, I don't know.
But I was tired of being in speech therapy.
Especially since I was in there the longest out of any of the kids. Most of the kids who entered only stayed for a little bit to work on a couple letter sounds at the most.
Anyway. It was just a thought that passed my mind.
i never really felt different. I would be sad if I had to leave class to go to therapy when a fun activity was happening, but most of the time I was able to avoid the more 'boring' things.
So I think my experience in Speech Therapy was a rather positive one.
I never felt different. :) I halfway viewed it as a "I'm more special/smarter then you" experience. lol. Because I got to leave class and the others didn't. :)
Until you next read these words;
I'll be watching the leaves.
Enjoy the day!
-Sarnic Dirchi
The Dream
I was looking for a house to buy so that Kikay and I could move in.
There weren't that many options and I finally found a house right next to an elementary school.
The grass was rather dead looking, but the house was nice enough, though I don't remember going inside it. Instead I went and grabbed Kikay to show her the house.
she wasn't that impressed.
I went into the backyard, which was greener, and there were a bunch of little kids playing on our play set.
The school apparently couldn't afford a playground, and my house I just got had a play ground in it. It was all colorful and looked really cool. The school land and my land was divided by a chain linked fence, but during recess the gates would open and the children could come play. It actually looked like a lot of fun. I moved forward and suddenly I was in an office type area, where it was basically my first day of being a teacher at school...i was at school for teacher like business though I wasn't sure if I was actually a teacher. But one of the guys at there liked me alot, and left a long paper poster against the wall with a bunch of 'get to know you' questions and ABC choices listed. I grabbed a pen to fill out the answers correctly -others tried to fill them out for me. But people kept sitting on the couches in front of the poster, making it hard for me to reach the paper, it was a little awkward, as they kept talking to me and I kept flirting back.
Then the unholy tones of daylight pulled me away....
and I became myself again.
-S.N.D
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