dressing up

"Mr. R, can I borrow a tie?"

A boy walks up to the desk and flips the color of his shirt as the other boys in the class saunter over and the girls giggle in the back.

The ties are green, and it is my job as the newly named 'fashion assistant' to pick out which one coordinates the best with the selection of boys and their shirts (most of which are blue).

One boy stays at his desk, denying the offer of his teacher to adorn one of the coveted ties. "Miss DeVries says chicks dig the ties, David." Mr. R says.

The girls in the back giggle even louder. "No we don't." Says one. Oh, but you will.

Once the ties have been knotted and distributed, the class dons their coats and starts the journey from the school building to the bus, about 100 feet in the 10 degree weather.

The girls shiver in their dresses and leggings and hop back and forth from one foot to the other.

The field trip has begun.

why I smile

-because my sister misses my blog

-because books are always wonderful

-because I have candles in my room

-because finding it hard to breathe is joyous and thrilling

-because we brush our teeth together

-because minions are a riot

-because she really believes in mermaids

-because trips around the island take half an hour

-because I feel safe with him

-because reading children's fiction is now a requirement

-because I put Nutella on everything

-because I ran a mile in 8:51

-because missing friends makes you realize how important they are to you

-because he hugged my grandma

-because life is a gift and I shouldn't need more reason than that

qualifying the called

I feel unqualified and spoiled.

A typical American girl who was given everything as a child.

Taking, taking, taking.

Only thinking of myself.

I want it to stop.
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But I am different, am I not?

Showing no disrespect to my parents (most of the time).

And yes I make mistakes, but at least I feel remorse.

Learning to love without wanting anything in return.

Trying to be a better person, but not because I think it will save me.

Or maybe that is just my problem. Just trying.
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I am making something of my life, not just taking.

I am giving as much as I can, and possibly more.

I am completely surrendered, and I have never felt more free.

~Murder on the Orient Express~

-by Agatha Christie

Well, would you look at that! I actually finished a book.

And a great one at that. My motivation for reading more of Christie is now directed toward my fascination of the twists and turns in her stories. When will she run out of tricks? I will continue to read these mysteries until I can detect the killer on my own and not wait until the last two pages of the book to find out. It just dumbfounds me how she does it. Or maybe I am not as bright as I thought I was.

I have this theory

It has to do with the proportion of time you are alive relative to the time in the context of question. As you get older, you have obviously lived longer. Therefore, a year becomes smaller and smaller relative to what you have already lived. A newborn's day consists of half of their life, while a year for me is 1/19 of my life. In short, time only speeds up. It is basically mathematical.