Show us a picture of where you used to be.
I used to go to Texas Tech, but decided that I would be doing myself a disservice by staying there. The party atmosphere on that campus is overwhelming, and like a fool, I got caught up in it. I transferred to a quieter university in Oklahoma two years ago. I semi-hate it here and REALLY miss Texas Tech, but, I'm better off where I am now. I mean, graduating and getting into law school is a lot better than having highly defined social skills but no degree, right? :D
Who was your best (or worst) elementary school teacher?
Submitted by Minnow.
Best: Mr. Anderson. Very cool for a Christian school teacher, and very adept at making us understand the material we covered in class. I miss him.
Worst: I wouldn't call Mrs. Bolt the worst teacher I ever had, because she was quite good at teaching, but the fact that she farted willy nilly is what puts her in this category. The woman must have suffered from sort of disease for which the primary symptom is excessive flatulence. She'd fart during English in the morning. She'd fart during Greek Mythology (why the fuck we were learning Greek Mythology in a conservative Christian school is beyond me) after lunch, and she once farted during a student-teacher conference I had with her and another one of my teachers. All the classrooms had desks with wooden chairs, and Mrs. Bolt happened to be sitting in one, lecturing me about not paying attention in class when...well, you get the idea. The wooden seat amplified the sound. The other teacher kind of looked at her, but didn't acknowledge it. Mrs. Bolt didn't miss a beat, she kept on lecturing me and only slightly paused to say "excuse me". o_O
The funniest farting incident involved her farting in my arch nemesis' face. The moment was completely priceless. We were sitting in the back of the classroom, where the storage/supply cabinets were. Mrs. Bolt was bent over, looking through one of the cabinets when she farted without warning, as usual. The girl I hated (Ashley), had just gotten done saying something stupid to Mrs. Bolt and was turned towards her when Mrs. Bolt farted.
Classic, I tells ya.
Don't read this if you don't want me to kill your good mood.
Life is kind of shitty for me at the moment, and I'm pretty depressed as a result. Things just aren't going my way at the moment, and I'm just about ready to give up on everything. I'm too much of a punk to commit suicide (well, not a punk, too intelligent and stubborn for that shit), but not enough of a punk not to beg God to let me die in my sleep last night. That way my suffering would be over and I would have died of natural causes, and not by my own hand. As evidenced by this post, God didn't grant my request. I'm thankful for that.
However, I'm still stressed and depressed and find it hard to be optimistic about much of anything. Things have just been insane for me in the past three months, and I can't hide or ignore my frustration anymore. I don't have the energy/desire to put up a charade for people, or myself. I think the most irritating thing about what I'm going through right now is that I've had to be my own cheerleader/counselor/best friend while at the same, I'm my own worst critic/worst enemy/naysayer. Quite the paradox, isn't it? It's hard to continually be optimistic about the way my life is going when I have nagging thoughts of inadequacy, negativity, and general self-doubt. There are things I want in life, and on some level, I honestly believe I'm capable of obtaining them, but on the other hand, I see the obstacles standing in the way and think I'm not strong enough to overcome them.
There are a few bright spots for me, but very few, and if I keep wallowing in self-pity, I'll screw myself out of everything I've been working for in the past year.
I told you not to read it.
Canada Geese!
