"Hahaha, you're under amnesia."
"I love how you scream and you knew I was going to do that."
"It scares me!"
"It's anesthesia, honey."
"Where were you?"
"We were tie-dying my t-shirt."
"She took a long time to finish...tie-dying."
"Yeah, you know. Tie-dying."
"Ah. I love tie-dying. Can't get enough of it, actually."
"I know you can't! Slave driver!"
"You know you like it."
Mr. Davis told this story about his friend Andy today. I'm not sure how long ago it was, but Andy died from a rare form of cancer that attacks muscles. The story was so incredibly moving for a reason I cannot put my finger on. It isn't because someone died. Usually, death does not affect me emotionally. I'll be sad if the person is close to me, but I'm not wrecked over it. I think it's because the man obviously did what Mark Twain said, "Let us endeavor to live that when we die even the undertaker will be sorry." Plus, I like hearing teacher's stories.
Everyone thought something was wrong with me at lunch today. It was so sweet, though. Rach and Meliss are so sweet and compassionate. I appreciated it. Sometimes I feel like people just don't notice or care how I feel, but today showed me that things are different now.
I got signed up for Edline, this thing at school where you can sign in and see your grades. I'm doing pretty well in every class except math. I need to raise my grade in there, and I'd like to raise my grade in spanish. Maybe I won't get a progress report. Either way, I have to come here tomorrow and attempt to intercept the mail. The strange thing is that by the time you get interims, you have about a week to attempt to change your grade. I feel bad for the kids who are failing: "Hi, you're going to flunk, but you can't do anything about it because we sent you this 3 weeks too late. Ha ha. Love, CGHS."