Heals The Original Dryness

Heals The Original Dryness

i am no longer a faerie





it was not vanity that drew her to the mirror;
it was the amazement at seeing her own "I."
-the unbearable lightness of being

10.20.2001

 
damn it, i had song lyrics i was going to post. ah well. myself and my cousin ari are hiding out here in the study while the adults trade stories about uncle david (ari's dad) and the kids play around and the adults yell at them for fooling around at the table. it's exausting after a time. i never realized how incredibly sacred eating and the whole sit down family dinner thing was to me, and to have kids that don't understand it just tests my patience. a lot. *sigh* they are such interesting case studies on parenting and the effects it has. anita and gary (these names will have no relivance for you people, i'm really doing this for me) are just amazing parents, i need to go visit them sometime and just take mental notes for later use. david and sharon's kids are really interesting in comparison. david, according to ari and i remember my mom saying this as well, is fairly aloof and really has no here-say in the raising of their kids. he leaves it all to sharon, who is a total pushover with them, and their kids are very loud and abnoxious most of the time. they'll make great leaders someday, simply for their tenacity to have their way. at the dinner table, tema had her goodie bag stuff spread out over the table and i asked her to put the stuff back in the bag and put it o the side. "so you won't get mine and yours mixed up?"... yeah sure whatever, but a couple seconds later i realized, "dude. no. because it's commen table manners!" *sigh* and she kept standing up and bouncing around and reaching over to play with her other cousins, and i had to tell her once or twice "tema, please sit in your chair and eat your dinner" and the second time i asked her to tuck in her chair so she wouldn't have to stand up to reach her plate and she kinda meekly whines "you're bossy..." well, yes i am hun. i had to help keep 40 kindergarten and 1st grades in line earlier this year, and it's dinner time right now, and no you don't get to do whatever you want whenever you feel like it when other people are around. *sigh* i would be such a bitchy teacher if i ever was one. i would totally give parents smack about how they're raising they're child. this is why i'm not going to go into teaching right now. college student. college stuff. figure that stuff out first. then save children of america..
Quoth the Raven  # 8:23 PM
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