I always want to nap. 
My body just never tells me when it's been rested enough.
I just want to take a day long nap.
Why can't I? 

Letter from phoenix makes me mad
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My friends sent me a web comic in which a girl discussed how she views Twilight in the real world.

You never really expect your life to go down hill. You think you have it all figured then your side swiped.

I have been wondering what is left to look for
I seem to be messing up in life
I'm not doing good in school
I seem to love to draw instead of listen to the teachers in school
I hardly eat breakfast
And just a bit for lunch
I don't know how to be respectful
And it seems to like I don't deserve any respect either
I keep messing up
And my grades aren't getting any better
So tell me everyone
What's left to life?

This morning, as I lazily ate my breakfast, my dad asked me what time I needed to leave in order to catch my bus.

"15 minuets before 9:50," I said. "So 9:35."

"9:50? I thought you said 9:15. I have a meeting at 10:00.  We're going to have to leave a lot sooner."

I headed upstairs, with a little more pep than I had before.  While I was brushing my teeth, I realized I hadn't printed out my ticket conformation.  With my toothbrush still in my mouth, I rushed downstairs and began loading Gmail on my dad's decade-old computer.  Once I pulled up the email, I asked my dad to print it; I haven't used Windows in four years.  He said he would, and I ran back up the stairs, doing my best to not make him late to his meeting. 

At 8:55, I returned, ready to get in the car.  There was only one problem: the computer had frozen and had to be restarted.  When it finally powered back up and printed the document at 9:10, I realized we were out of ink.  

"Let's just go, Dad.  It's fine. I don't really have anymore time to spend. "

He didn't reply and I sat in silence for another five minutes. When we pulled up to 30th St. Station, without a printed confirmation, I was able to show the attendant my handwritten number.  

Long story short: don't waste time fussing with an old computer; Megabus doesn't need printed confirmations anyway.    

I'm a student teacher for freshman drama and I find it really rewarding. Being in the audience and watching magic happen on stage is just priceless to me. But when Mr. Kay actually asked me to grade there scenes it became slightly less fun. It was still fun and completely enjoyable but it's still hard to type in that 7 or 8 in the grade book for a kid you just adore. But you know deep down they didn't do their best or just completely half assed their scene. But I guess I have to put my personal feelings aside and think "It's just business" because I can't live with myself giving them the same grade as someone who worked hard for it vs. you who just went through the motions. It's a very fine line that seems hard not to cross sometimes. I'm very happy and willing to teach them what I know and help them grow; that's what I love about teaching. But the grading aspect I don't envy at all. 

PSSA's are a stressful test that I am glad I dont need to take anymore. Waste of everyones time since it doesnt even benefit the student at all but just make them stressed for no reason.