Hogwarts gave us girls a much-needed day off today. Most of my fellow sophomores probably used it to get our many-faceted Renaissance Project finished. That class is a menace, but I'm sure that I've already blogged about that...somewhere...I wish I could spend a day off doing things that other people (as in those who don't take home backpacks the size of small elephants every weekend) spend their days off. When that happens, I will probably cry. But I cry a lot, so that doesn't mean much, I guess.
I was extremely and stupendously excited to find a letter from Trish waiting for me when I came home today. She is in Minnesota now- her current plan is to be a Crazy Drama Teacher. Maybe she will have Father Steinbecker's job when he retires. I know that Trish has to go out into The World and do all those things that one is supposed to do in Life.
Side note: why do people tell us "these are the things you must do"? I didn't think there was a perfect plan for all life forms. If there is, let me know. I'll try and avoid it.
But good gracious, do I miss my Trish. I had to read the first letter I got from her twice- when I opened it I cried so much that I couldn't read. It's so good to hear from her. One day, when I don't have three million things going at once, I am going to finish that scarf I've been knitting her.
What is it in the world that makes someone pop up just when you are thinking about them?
Alrighty, dears. I am going to go worry about more things. I know I should stop that, but I really do like to worry. Especially about other people. It makes me worry about myself less.
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