posted on February 10, 2003 @ 1:14 am
one more quick rambling before i'm off to read the knight's tale in middle english. i have to add "middle english" because chaucer is a high school author, you know? i'm giving it some merit. when we read it in mrs. william's class, she asked, "would you like a copy of it in verse? i think you'd enjoy it more."
"yeah, sure, why don't you have everyone reading this one?"
she said that not everyone enjoys reading the verse, and that for some it's harder to understand. i didn't get it, but nonetheless i read the verse whilst everyone else read prose. i'm going to say that mrs. william worked hand-in-hand with mr. allen to get me to where i am. mr. allen did the grammar part, the technical side: big "SAT" words and diagramming. mrs. williams got me into the artistic side: literary criticism, but also editing. when we wrote our papers on cat's cradle, she raved about my paper and said very few people even wrote a paper that was coherent. "really? it wasn't hard at all. it's definitely different from what we've read this year, but getting started's the hardest part."
"i know, but for some people it's just too hard. people often have problems with this novel."
yes, i was the teacher's pet who sat with the teacher discussing and giggling over others' inadequacies. i admit it. i remember the conversation holly and i had in our class editing the lupus, how tragic it was that robert frost was dead and we'll never get to talk to him. it actually left me with an empty feeling. mrs. williams had seen him speak.
anyway, that's not even what i was going to write about. when i was at mcdonald's tonight (nana sent $30 in addition to cordial cherries and reese's peanut butter cups), i saw a guy at the counter inside. i noticed him when i was paying, made eye contact with him. he was beautiful, so obviously i looked back down into my car. after a few moments, i looked back, and he was still looking, kind of smiling. i actually got flustered knowing there was an adorable boy looking at me, even though he was so far away inside a building i was outside of. it was completely ridiculous. it reminded me of that time the really pretty girl in the union checked me out: she had short black hair, nose and lip pierced, pretty black dress. she was being really friendly and talking to me while she rang up my poptarts and vanilla frappaccino, and i couldn't even look at her.
i feel so intimidated by attractive people, which is weird considering i think all my friends are dolls. ok, attractive people with whom i am not familiar or comfortable. when they're being amiable or just looking at me, it's as if they're thinking, "poor lass, if only she were as hot as i." i know that's retarded, but it was on my mind. now to finish cleaning and write my paper. <3
p.s. - i cheated with the title. my live journal has an entry with this title, also a part two. but i figured, hey, that was a year ago. it's time to be reborn.
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