This morning I woke up really late. Class starts at 8:20, and I became conscious at 8:05. My roommate claims my alarm did go off at the usual 7:15, but I don’t believe him. Anyway, I was able to get ready in record time, and headed out the door looking disheveled and having had only a smidgen of orange juice for breakfast (this is grave travesty, for those of you who haven’t heard my tirades on breakfast. To put it in Seinfeld terms, I’m the Breakfast Nazi.). I got to class just barely on time, only to find that class had been canceled.
Today I began a service learning project at a local school. That means I get to do some volunteer stuff. They put me in a kindergarten class. I got to have recess again! Surprisingly, the day was a blast. I had so much fun. I never thought I’d have fun with little kids, but I did. The teacher had me testing the kids individually to see if they could recognize numbers. She had a sheet of paper with the numbers 1-31 in a random order. I had to point at the number and the kid would tell me what number it was. It’s kind of odd, but you never think about having to learn that kind of stuff. Before I started testing the kids it didn’t cross my mind that this would be a hard test. I mean, how logical is our numbering system? Eleven and Twelve? Fifteen and Twenty-five? It is kind of confusing. I gained a lot of respect for teachers. They have a hard job to do. It sounds odd, but I can’t wait to go back.
So did you read my ponderings for yesterday? Wow, that was whacked, wasn’t it? One person commented that it was the most incredible rambling they’ve ever seen. Probably the most random too. I’ll try and make sure it never happens again.
“So what are you thinking about?” she asks. She’s a curious one, isn’t she?
Awkward situations and disillusioned realities. Have you ever made up conversations in your head with someone? You make up something they might say, and then you say something you would probably never have the guts to say to them. The next thing you know, you have an entire conversation in your head that never occurred, yet somehow it seems incredibly real.
Deranged psychosis. Or maybe just sin. The unleashed passion and lust that burns inside, and it will find a way out. You can’t stop it. A battle that has raged for centuries. I have dreams and expectations, but it’s so hard to separate them from the passions and desires. Can I be blamed for the actions of my subconscious mind? Oh Lord please release me.
What would you say if I told you I had a dream about having sex with you?