ndslotesse's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- My First Day Back and The Meaning of Life Dear Diary, It was the stranges thing today. I had the most bizarre assignment in English class and you'd think we wouldn't have that much work considering the fact that today was the first day back from a very well-deserved SHORT break. I was barely awake and my eyes started to droop because it was only 2nd hour and I was use to waking up everyday for the past two weeks no earlier than twelve, so you can all imagine how tired I was and how much I longed to be in my bed back at home. While my teacher spoke in her monotone voice (probably not wanting to be back either) that we had to answer a question in any way we chose to express ourselves, whether it be a comic, picture, poem, essay...it had no mattered because there were no rules. I was thinkin' well at least I don't have to think hard. "What is the meaning of life?" Boy was I wrong! What the fuck kinda question is that? I just got back from a break and I was hella tired and she had to asked me a question that probably a mentally-handicapped racoon would know better than me. Thinking about it made my head hurt, it was due at the end of the hour. If she so desired this answer then why doesn't she ask herself? I don't need to know the answer...yet. But I suppose she had some life-altering traumatic significance that occured over the break and she had to force us to answer a question that she craved the answer for. What bitch. She should figure it out herself. She's smart. Okay! I guess I am being a little harsh maybe it's because I'm tired but thinkin' about it makes me a little grumpy. We had 40 minutes of class and I spent 15 minutes of it pulling my hair out because I didn't know how to answer this question. When I've longed to know before and she had to remind of how much I want to know but don't! (She is a good teacher though)So there I was angry because I was tired and I helpless thought out loud "Dear God! It's the first day back!" A few turned their head to me and smiled and chuckled. After that I sighed once more and stared at my blank sheet of paper! What the hell was I suppose to do about it?! I started to write something, thinking I had the perfect answer! And just when I put my pencil down to meet my clean sheet of paper...my pencil broke and ran out of lead. What the hell? I searched throughout my pencil box and to my dismay and frustration there was none. I must have clicked 15 pencil ins 10 seconds. It was scary. The last pencil I started smacking against the palm of my hand more of my classmates just laughed. Do we not see a pattern here? Make fun of May! (haha...oh, and just to let you know...I'm not angry.) So finally with 10-15 minutes left I jotted a hurried reply. The outcomem wasn't horrible, actually I was quite satisfied. Just as finished my last sentence the bell rung and it was time for 3rd hour. It wasn't so bad for the rest of the day. Except I think someone (or a few people) made fun of my poncho. Yes, I said poncho. I got it for Christmas. It does look a bit goofy but I like it just the same. I think it was upperclassmen and when I confronted one of them, they said no. Maybe I'm paranoid? Or maybe their lying to me? Oh well, it doesn't matter. It is just a poncho. Life is hard and overbearing sometimes. I'm going through a lot and I don't know where to begin. And I'm not sure with all those words up there that I made it very clear. But still, this is what I am going through. I am happy knowing that Scott loves me. And maybe if you continue to read the real me and if you stay around long enough you might just know what I think the meaning of life is. With care, Mayms 11:36 p.m. - 2003-01-06 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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