goodTA'ing is still boring. The happy news is that after school today I'm going to help Mrs. Wheeler set up her livejournal account! ^.^ She will finallly join us.... Join us... Join us...
In math, we did math. Math is boring. (If A = B and B = C, A = C, right? Well, math class = math and math = boring, so... This is my practical application of math.)
I love fourth period. Here I am, updating my journal and checking my mail during school! It's so beautiful!
Last night I went to "babysit" for my neighbor, she wanted to go visit her husband in the hospital, he had a heart attack. I feel sorry for her, it's really hard to have someone you care for injured in any way.
Anyway, I wrote a poem and started a story, and
Untitled (not angsty) poem
A cresent moon hangs in the sky
Bringing on a primal high
The wind moves leaves in rustling rhythym
The time to move is now beginning
Bare feet fly across the pavement
Nothing now can stop this movement
A racing dance,
A game of chance
Both the hunter and the prey
Will live to see another day
The object of the hunt tonight
Will bring no fear nor cause a fight
Two lovers traverse concrete dunes
In the dance of the demon's moon
Can I get some feedback on this? Anybody? C'mon, you know you want to tell me it really sucks and you hate it and then tell me what I can improve!
