When I was little, I would spin and spin and spin, watching the blades of the fan until I was going to fast to keep standing. I drop to the wood floor in an ungainly heap of long blonde hair and dresses, limbs akimbo, careful of the sharp corners of the glass coffee table that had a habit of biting. The room would spin, walls turning until I was sure that if I only I could reach it, I could walk upside on the ceiling.
I lay on the floor until my breathing had returned to normal, and then I'd try again.
Today seemed quiet and quick. Margolis breezed by, and she had returned to being not-snitty. I received two A+s on papers, which is nice to see again. We practiced for the AP some more, and for once, I didn't have to worry about chem homework to finish. Chem was frightening, since I don't know how to do polarization and failed the quiz, but it was no big deal.
Went to see Patterson at lunch. I'm terrified of Ms. Patterson every time I go to see her, and she's always SO nice to me. I don't know why, really, I'm so afraid of her. Just am, I guess. She told me I couldn't switch to Addy's french, and since Mlle Carrenard is in France, she can't do anything either, so I have to wait to switch until the beginning of next year. However, she did make me feel good about my french aptitude.
And I got into drama. I guess life is good.
I cried today, because I tried to tell Heather how I felt in school. It didn't work. I gave up.
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Date: 2004-03-22 05:51 pm (UTC)what happened with heather?
YOU ARE A DRAMA QUEEN!!! YAY!
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