I only hated school twice in my life: the last year of high school and my last year(s) of college — both being absolute chronic cases of senioritis (self-diagnosed). Other than that, I was the nerd who couldn’t wait to put her new pencil to use. That might explain why I wasn’t appointed the cool girl in town. Past tense, okay? But in the end, it worked out just fine for me.
The race to be the coolest kid is still a thing, I believe, so I have some back-to-school words of advice for those who feel the pressure: School isn’t a kewwl contest but a learning center! Smart is the new cool, anyway. 😎
By the way, congratulations, parents, on getting back your freedom! So I hear…
Any cool school stories?
Mystery creates wonder, and wonder is the basis of humankind’s desire to understand.
I could take a picture of what I’m seeing on this beautiful evening, but I don’t have a NatGeo-type camera (aww). So, as always, I try my best to sketch it 😎 — the mystery that is the sky up above us.
“Are you grieving?”
“No,” I quizzically said.
“You only talk about sad things.”
How to tell her that I’m a requiem; an airless breath, a heartless ribcage, a misunderstood sonnet. I want to tell her about the times I’ve stared blank at the silver clouds up in the sky, never hearing a reply. So unable to express the feeling of not feeling. I felt so much that now I grew immune. Just emotionless.
Am I grieving? Maybe I am. Hands forced up in the air by circumstances, while life points a riffle to my back. I’m detained. Can’t escape. Change your ways, they say, for a tree you ain’t. At least a tree can be uprooted and that’s the end. I’d much prefer a painless death.
Sad things because, it’s all my now heartless ribcage knows since long ago. I know of instances and mental getaways, and thoughts of a time when I’m less insane. We sometimes lack the things we need the most. Like Cowardly Lion’s, my courage is a ghost.
She knew nothing about me, yet she noticed all that there was.
Walls. Sometimes, by locking everyone out, you get locked in. Walls so high it’s hard to breathe. Can’t be brought down that easily. It will require an army — or maybe simply the undoing of the wrong-doing by those who made them go up.
It is not a celebration that inspires me to create anything personally, but that doesn’t mean I can’t create it for someone else. 🙂
Happy Father’s Day to the dads who from day one understood that parenting is a responsibility of two. On behalf of Earth, thanks for not being another disappointing scum. 🙂 Enjoy your day!
“Maybe it’s all part of a plan” … a plan that is also a mystery to all.
Peace and…love, y’all!
When bedtime comes and you’re dead tired,
but you still wish the night was young,
and you sit in bed, like, WTF?
Where did the day go?
Hopefully not too late to say that, your day is every day, but today I hope you remember your unconditional love and hard work is very much appreciated. As a society, we all benefit from well-raised, kind-hearted kids. 🙂
Happy day to you, moms!