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Taking it back.
Dealing with gods is a pain in the ass.
Not the actual "God" god...I've definitely never dealt with him directly. But the gods, lowercase, can be petty creatures who make life difficult at times. Too bad for me to have the need to renegotiate my life.
The drive wasn't bad. The usual route, down Highway 90, past downtown, taking the first exit afterwards, Probandt. Turning right, and then a left at the light. Heading down the darkening streets towards the stop sign at Mission street, where i take a right. Follow it down, past Mission Concepcion on the left, and then St. PJ's on the right. My heart always searches at St. PJ's, but none of the kids left there are the ones i once loved.
Past the campus of St. PJ's, I followed the curve around the trailer park. I slowed down, bringing myself into the left turn lane. Then, with no traffic approaching on either side, i turned left, past the nondescript gate, into the hidden Mission Path.
The darkness swallowed my car as i barreled down the road, not bothering to slow down. No one was around at this time of night i was sure of it. I had an appointment to keep. I passed the first stretch of the river road, before coming to the park. Right, then a left, and we were back on track. This stretch is a true Tropinka Sila, a Path of Power, with the darkness of the road flanked by the solitary streetlights that sit as guardians to this portal into the unknown. I followed their lead, heading deeper into the darkness. Finally, i reached the crossroads. Take another left. Plunge into a darkness deeper than sin.
The dips in the road were ominous, the bends chaotic. All around me, i could feel the whispers of the river's tributaries, announcing my approach. They knew i was coming.
I continued, underneath Military Drive, into the River Park. The gate closes at 11; i checked my clock: it was 10. Had to hurry. I cruised down the road, glancing at the wide flow of the river to my left. It was powerful, majestic. I searched for a wisp of La Llorona, wandering the riverbanks in search of the children murdered at her own hands. Senora, ayudame esta noche, I whispered. When i got to the low crossing over the river, her power had subsided. I crossed the dry bridge, to the spiritual cacophony beyond.
Now was the time to go faster, so i picked up speed. I raced past the small clearings. During the day, they were picnic spots, but at night, they were used for the various immoral necessities of the nighttime underworld. I sailed towards my destination, coming to a stop at the end of the road. Right turn, down Ashley Street. Finally, i found the bridge, the Fishing Bridge, where i parked my car. Silence engulfed me.
I steeled myself, drawing what scant power i had around my body, trying to saturate my soul. At last, i knew i was as prepared as i was going to be. Time to make my stand. I got out of the car, quietly locked the door, and walked through the darkness towards the river.
I was heading to the White Bridge, a huge stone structure looming above the Espada Acequia that fed into the river. The bridge was one of my cairns, my places of power. It had once been the site of my death, but I'd conquered it. And when I stupidly lost my faith, it was the tree beside the bridge, with its fire-red leaves, that had restored to me some semblance of normalcy. But to hell with normalcy.
When i saw the bridge my heart sank. Two shadows flitted above it, blocking my advance. The white stone gleamed, beckoning me sarcastically. The wind rustled through the trees. "Our terms, child. You deal on our terms," they told me. Thus I was denied a position of power. No matter. I steeled myself against further onslaught, and simply turned to face the riverbed. I strode down the hill, watching for neither holes or snakes, confident that the powers that be would not be so cruel as to cut me in my efforts. They would wait until they could savor my full defeat, if they could.
As it turns out, they weren't so cruel. The riverbed was dry, and as i reached the ditch that would normally harbor my city's lifeblood, i found a pool of water, with a white stone protruding from the hillside, its face gleaming in the moonlight. It was the perfect seat. I took my place, and the wind soothed my face. I had done was i was supposed to do. It meant giving in, but at least i was starting on good terms.
"I wish to be heard!" i called into the semidarkness. I was blind, but the sense i had left could feel the presences collecting themselves. "God, Satan, Luna...all forces who will attend, i demand that you listen!" The air buzzed with their humor; what was the little whelp of a human going to say to them?
With another burst of wind, i felt the presence of Night, who had been chosen to mediate.
Not the actual "God" god...I've definitely never dealt with him directly. But the gods, lowercase, can be petty creatures who make life difficult at times. Too bad for me to have the need to renegotiate my life.
The drive wasn't bad. The usual route, down Highway 90, past downtown, taking the first exit afterwards, Probandt. Turning right, and then a left at the light. Heading down the darkening streets towards the stop sign at Mission street, where i take a right. Follow it down, past Mission Concepcion on the left, and then St. PJ's on the right. My heart always searches at St. PJ's, but none of the kids left there are the ones i once loved.
Past the campus of St. PJ's, I followed the curve around the trailer park. I slowed down, bringing myself into the left turn lane. Then, with no traffic approaching on either side, i turned left, past the nondescript gate, into the hidden Mission Path.
The darkness swallowed my car as i barreled down the road, not bothering to slow down. No one was around at this time of night i was sure of it. I had an appointment to keep. I passed the first stretch of the river road, before coming to the park. Right, then a left, and we were back on track. This stretch is a true Tropinka Sila, a Path of Power, with the darkness of the road flanked by the solitary streetlights that sit as guardians to this portal into the unknown. I followed their lead, heading deeper into the darkness. Finally, i reached the crossroads. Take another left. Plunge into a darkness deeper than sin.
The dips in the road were ominous, the bends chaotic. All around me, i could feel the whispers of the river's tributaries, announcing my approach. They knew i was coming.
I continued, underneath Military Drive, into the River Park. The gate closes at 11; i checked my clock: it was 10. Had to hurry. I cruised down the road, glancing at the wide flow of the river to my left. It was powerful, majestic. I searched for a wisp of La Llorona, wandering the riverbanks in search of the children murdered at her own hands. Senora, ayudame esta noche, I whispered. When i got to the low crossing over the river, her power had subsided. I crossed the dry bridge, to the spiritual cacophony beyond.
Now was the time to go faster, so i picked up speed. I raced past the small clearings. During the day, they were picnic spots, but at night, they were used for the various immoral necessities of the nighttime underworld. I sailed towards my destination, coming to a stop at the end of the road. Right turn, down Ashley Street. Finally, i found the bridge, the Fishing Bridge, where i parked my car. Silence engulfed me.
I steeled myself, drawing what scant power i had around my body, trying to saturate my soul. At last, i knew i was as prepared as i was going to be. Time to make my stand. I got out of the car, quietly locked the door, and walked through the darkness towards the river.
I was heading to the White Bridge, a huge stone structure looming above the Espada Acequia that fed into the river. The bridge was one of my cairns, my places of power. It had once been the site of my death, but I'd conquered it. And when I stupidly lost my faith, it was the tree beside the bridge, with its fire-red leaves, that had restored to me some semblance of normalcy. But to hell with normalcy.
When i saw the bridge my heart sank. Two shadows flitted above it, blocking my advance. The white stone gleamed, beckoning me sarcastically. The wind rustled through the trees. "Our terms, child. You deal on our terms," they told me. Thus I was denied a position of power. No matter. I steeled myself against further onslaught, and simply turned to face the riverbed. I strode down the hill, watching for neither holes or snakes, confident that the powers that be would not be so cruel as to cut me in my efforts. They would wait until they could savor my full defeat, if they could.
As it turns out, they weren't so cruel. The riverbed was dry, and as i reached the ditch that would normally harbor my city's lifeblood, i found a pool of water, with a white stone protruding from the hillside, its face gleaming in the moonlight. It was the perfect seat. I took my place, and the wind soothed my face. I had done was i was supposed to do. It meant giving in, but at least i was starting on good terms.
"I wish to be heard!" i called into the semidarkness. I was blind, but the sense i had left could feel the presences collecting themselves. "God, Satan, Luna...all forces who will attend, i demand that you listen!" The air buzzed with their humor; what was the little whelp of a human going to say to them?
With another burst of wind, i felt the presence of Night, who had been chosen to mediate.
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Dealing with gods is a pain in the ass.
Not the actual "God" god...I've definitely never dealt with him directly. But the gods, lowercase, can be petty creatures who make life difficult at times. Too bad for me to have the need to renegotiate my life.
The drive wasn't bad. The usual route, down Highway 90, past downtown, taking the first exit afterwards, Probandt. Turning right, and then a left at the light. Heading down the darkening streets towards the stop sign at Mission street, where i take a right. Follow it down, past Mission Concepcion on the left, and then St. PJ's on the right. My heart always searches at St. PJ's, but none of the kids left there are the ones i once loved.
Past the campus of St. PJ's, I followed the curve around the trailer park. I slowed down, bringing myself into the left turn lane. Then, with no traffic approaching on either side, i turned left, past the nondescript gate, into the hidden Mission Path.
The darkness swallowed my car as i barreled down the road, not bothering to slow down. No one was around at this time of night i was sure of it. I had an appointment to keep. I passed the first stretch of the river road, before coming to the park. Right, then a left, and we were back on track. This stretch is a true Tropinka Sila, a Path of Power, with the darkness of the road flanked by the solitary streetlights that sit as guardians to this portal into the unknown. I followed their lead, heading deeper into the darkness. Finally, i reached the crossroads. Take another left. Plunge into a darkness deeper than sin.
The dips in the road were ominous, the bends chaotic. All around me, i could feel the whispers of the river's tributaries, announcing my approach. They knew i was coming.
I continued, underneath Military Drive, into the River Park. The gate closes at 11; i checked my clock: it was 10. Had to hurry. I cruised down the road, glancing at the wide flow of the river to my left. It was powerful, majestic. I searched for a wisp of La Llorona, wandering the riverbanks in search of the children murdered at her own hands. <i>Senora, ayudame esta noche</i>, I whispered. When i got to the low crossing over the river, her power had subsided. I crossed the dry bridge, to the spiritual cacophony beyond.
Now was the time to go faster, so i picked up speed. I raced past the small clearings. During the day, they were picnic spots, but at night, they were used for the various immoral necessities of the nighttime underworld. I sailed towards my destination, coming to a stop at the end of the road. Right turn, down Ashley Street. Finally, i found the bridge, the Fishing Bridge, where i parked my car. Silence engulfed me.
I steeled myself, drawing what scant power i had around my body, trying to saturate my soul. At last, i knew i was as prepared as i was going to be. Time to make my stand. I got out of the car, quietly locked the door, and walked through the darkness towards the river.
I was heading to the White Bridge, a huge stone structure looming above the Espada Acequia that fed into the river. The bridge was one of my cairns, my places of power. It had once been the site of my death, but I'd conquered it. And when I stupidly lost my faith, it was the tree beside the bridge, with its fire-red leaves, that had restored to me some semblance of normalcy. But to hell with normalcy.
When i saw the bridge my heart sank. Two shadows flitted above it, blocking my advance. The white stone gleamed, beckoning me sarcastically. The wind rustled through the trees. "<i>Our terms, child. You deal on our terms,</i>" they told me. Thus I was denied a position of power. No matter. I steeled myself against further onslaught, and simply turned to face the riverbed. I strode down the hill, watching for neither holes or snakes, confident that the powers that be would not be so cruel as to cut me in my efforts. They would wait until they could savor my full defeat, if they could.
As it turns out, they weren't so cruel. The riverbed was dry, and as i reached the ditch that would normally harbor my city's lifeblood, i found a pool of water, with a white stone protruding from the hillside, its face gleaming in the moonlight. It was the perfect seat. I took my place, and the wind soothed my face. I had done was i was supposed to do. It meant giving in, but at least i was starting on good terms.
"I wish to be heard!" i called into the semidarkness. I was blind, but the sense i had left could feel the presences collecting themselves. "God, Satan, Luna...all forces who will attend, i demand that you listen!" The air buzzed with their humor; what was the little whelp of a human going to say to them?
With another burst of wind, i felt the presence of Night, who had been chosen to mediate. <WHAT IS IT YOU WANT OF US?>, she demanded in the pervasive presence of her voice.
I collected myself, and stated my case. "Years ago, you gave me power. You gave me talents, and ambitions, and knowledge. And i was grateful." The weeds swayed as the gods nodded their approval. They remembered the young boy who they had blessed so graciously. "But as much as I appreciated your gifts, i found love to be the thing that eluded me." Silence. God's don't always understand love. "In my foolishness, i offered a bargain. I asked you to take what you would, if only i could have the opportunity to feel loved."
I bit back the tears, remembering. My bargain had brought me popularity and friendship. For the only time in my life, i felt secure in knowing that i had a safety net of people who cherished me as much as i cherished them. But the gods are tricky, and they love screwing someone over. I continued my accusation.
"You gave me what i asked for, but although you upheld the letter of our agreement, you violated its spirit. My happiness was short-lived, now over, and yet you continue to hold on to those qualities i once held dear." I felt the tickle to my left; I knew that Satan was laughing at me.
"I'm coming to let you know that as of this moment, I release myself from our deal." The wind howled around me: what god would sit quietly while a human made demands of them? <WE UPHELD OUR END OF THE DEAL; YOU DID NOT STIPULATE A LENGTH OF TIME>, said Night.
I shook my head. "I'm done." I reached to my heart, grabbing my chest. When i pulled my fist away, it held a flap of shimmering energy. "You can have my fears." I pulled off another flap. "You can have the terms of your stupid agreement." I pulled them off, flap after flap, feeling my soul delight in its newfound freedom. "You can take the hurts, the martyrdom, the stupid and incessant and mundane normalcy that i've used to bind myself all these years, all in pursuit of something that you never meant to let me have to begin with!"
I threw the flaps into the river. "Spirits of the water, take this iniquity. Cleanse it, purify it, or leave it to rot. But never let it touch me again."
<THERE ARE CONSEQUENCES TO RENEGING ON A DEAL>
Again, i shook my head. "No, there aren't. I had the power to make my own rules, and in my foolishness i gave it up. I convinced myself to play by your rules, but i've never had the need to. And now, i take control. I take back my power. I take back my knowledge. I take back my talents. I take back my faith. I take back my control!"
The air grew still and silent. I could feel them planning their attack, planning how they would take their revenge on the arrogant mortal who'd dared to look them in the face and challenge them. I wasn't going to wait for them.
I threw my hands into the sky, calling the wind to bring me the energy that i'd forsaken for years. "I call into being my angel, Evali!" The energy poured into my hands, funneling through my mind, as i willed it to take form.
"Tse kevrati," i chanted, as i formed him through my mind. <i>I create you</i>. I made him tall, thin, and powerful. "Tse kevrati, Evali." His shoulders widened, his hips narrowed. "Tse kevrati, Evali." His head developed an angular face, and his blond hair sprouted in long shocks. "Tse Kevrati, Evali." I poured into him his purpose, to protect and serve me. "Tse kevrati, Evali." I made him the instrument of my will, the messenger of my desires. "Tse kevrati, Evali." His back sprouted white wings, which he spread to hover above me. I threw a final burst of energy, calling him into life. My eyes opened, and i scanned the shimmering shapes collected around me, which i was finally able to see.
<WE HAVE NOT DECIDED YET> said Night. <YOUR POWERS ARE NOT YET RETURNED TO YOU>
I shrugged. There wasn't much they could hold back from me, if I really wanted to take it.
"You will decide in my favor, of that i'm sure. I WILL have myself back, and i WILL seek my own happiness. I have learned, and improved, and there is no reason not to have anything i desire. So i dare you to see if you can make me satisfied."
The gods were puzzled, they buzzed around me uneasily.
"I said i fucking DARE you to make me satisfied. Try your best. Continue to bless me. Continue to throw peace and prosperity my way. Send me success, send me happiness, send me opportunity, send me love, send me every fucking blessing you can think to bestow upon a person, and HOPE that you can one day give me enough. Because i promise you...your graciousness is slight compared to my ambition. So do your best, because i'm only getting started."
I nodded my respects to Night, and offered a silent prayer to those gods who had been favorable to me. I didn't know if they would resist me, or if they would decide to bless my efforts, but it didn't matter. I'd said and done what i had come for, and all i could do now was work to my continued betterment.
I climbed up the hill, on the other side of the river (because in matters of magic and power, one never goes back the way they've come), walked back to my car, and drove off.
Not the actual "God" god...I've definitely never dealt with him directly. But the gods, lowercase, can be petty creatures who make life difficult at times. Too bad for me to have the need to renegotiate my life.
The drive wasn't bad. The usual route, down Highway 90, past downtown, taking the first exit afterwards, Probandt. Turning right, and then a left at the light. Heading down the darkening streets towards the stop sign at Mission street, where i take a right. Follow it down, past Mission Concepcion on the left, and then St. PJ's on the right. My heart always searches at St. PJ's, but none of the kids left there are the ones i once loved.
Past the campus of St. PJ's, I followed the curve around the trailer park. I slowed down, bringing myself into the left turn lane. Then, with no traffic approaching on either side, i turned left, past the nondescript gate, into the hidden Mission Path.
The darkness swallowed my car as i barreled down the road, not bothering to slow down. No one was around at this time of night i was sure of it. I had an appointment to keep. I passed the first stretch of the river road, before coming to the park. Right, then a left, and we were back on track. This stretch is a true Tropinka Sila, a Path of Power, with the darkness of the road flanked by the solitary streetlights that sit as guardians to this portal into the unknown. I followed their lead, heading deeper into the darkness. Finally, i reached the crossroads. Take another left. Plunge into a darkness deeper than sin.
The dips in the road were ominous, the bends chaotic. All around me, i could feel the whispers of the river's tributaries, announcing my approach. They knew i was coming.
I continued, underneath Military Drive, into the River Park. The gate closes at 11; i checked my clock: it was 10. Had to hurry. I cruised down the road, glancing at the wide flow of the river to my left. It was powerful, majestic. I searched for a wisp of La Llorona, wandering the riverbanks in search of the children murdered at her own hands. <i>Senora, ayudame esta noche</i>, I whispered. When i got to the low crossing over the river, her power had subsided. I crossed the dry bridge, to the spiritual cacophony beyond.
Now was the time to go faster, so i picked up speed. I raced past the small clearings. During the day, they were picnic spots, but at night, they were used for the various immoral necessities of the nighttime underworld. I sailed towards my destination, coming to a stop at the end of the road. Right turn, down Ashley Street. Finally, i found the bridge, the Fishing Bridge, where i parked my car. Silence engulfed me.
I steeled myself, drawing what scant power i had around my body, trying to saturate my soul. At last, i knew i was as prepared as i was going to be. Time to make my stand. I got out of the car, quietly locked the door, and walked through the darkness towards the river.
I was heading to the White Bridge, a huge stone structure looming above the Espada Acequia that fed into the river. The bridge was one of my cairns, my places of power. It had once been the site of my death, but I'd conquered it. And when I stupidly lost my faith, it was the tree beside the bridge, with its fire-red leaves, that had restored to me some semblance of normalcy. But to hell with normalcy.
When i saw the bridge my heart sank. Two shadows flitted above it, blocking my advance. The white stone gleamed, beckoning me sarcastically. The wind rustled through the trees. "<i>Our terms, child. You deal on our terms,</i>" they told me. Thus I was denied a position of power. No matter. I steeled myself against further onslaught, and simply turned to face the riverbed. I strode down the hill, watching for neither holes or snakes, confident that the powers that be would not be so cruel as to cut me in my efforts. They would wait until they could savor my full defeat, if they could.
As it turns out, they weren't so cruel. The riverbed was dry, and as i reached the ditch that would normally harbor my city's lifeblood, i found a pool of water, with a white stone protruding from the hillside, its face gleaming in the moonlight. It was the perfect seat. I took my place, and the wind soothed my face. I had done was i was supposed to do. It meant giving in, but at least i was starting on good terms.
"I wish to be heard!" i called into the semidarkness. I was blind, but the sense i had left could feel the presences collecting themselves. "God, Satan, Luna...all forces who will attend, i demand that you listen!" The air buzzed with their humor; what was the little whelp of a human going to say to them?
With another burst of wind, i felt the presence of Night, who had been chosen to mediate. <WHAT IS IT YOU WANT OF US?>, she demanded in the pervasive presence of her voice.
I collected myself, and stated my case. "Years ago, you gave me power. You gave me talents, and ambitions, and knowledge. And i was grateful." The weeds swayed as the gods nodded their approval. They remembered the young boy who they had blessed so graciously. "But as much as I appreciated your gifts, i found love to be the thing that eluded me." Silence. God's don't always understand love. "In my foolishness, i offered a bargain. I asked you to take what you would, if only i could have the opportunity to feel loved."
I bit back the tears, remembering. My bargain had brought me popularity and friendship. For the only time in my life, i felt secure in knowing that i had a safety net of people who cherished me as much as i cherished them. But the gods are tricky, and they love screwing someone over. I continued my accusation.
"You gave me what i asked for, but although you upheld the letter of our agreement, you violated its spirit. My happiness was short-lived, now over, and yet you continue to hold on to those qualities i once held dear." I felt the tickle to my left; I knew that Satan was laughing at me.
"I'm coming to let you know that as of this moment, I release myself from our deal." The wind howled around me: what god would sit quietly while a human made demands of them? <WE UPHELD OUR END OF THE DEAL; YOU DID NOT STIPULATE A LENGTH OF TIME>, said Night.
I shook my head. "I'm done." I reached to my heart, grabbing my chest. When i pulled my fist away, it held a flap of shimmering energy. "You can have my fears." I pulled off another flap. "You can have the terms of your stupid agreement." I pulled them off, flap after flap, feeling my soul delight in its newfound freedom. "You can take the hurts, the martyrdom, the stupid and incessant and mundane normalcy that i've used to bind myself all these years, all in pursuit of something that you never meant to let me have to begin with!"
I threw the flaps into the river. "Spirits of the water, take this iniquity. Cleanse it, purify it, or leave it to rot. But never let it touch me again."
<THERE ARE CONSEQUENCES TO RENEGING ON A DEAL>
Again, i shook my head. "No, there aren't. I had the power to make my own rules, and in my foolishness i gave it up. I convinced myself to play by your rules, but i've never had the need to. And now, i take control. I take back my power. I take back my knowledge. I take back my talents. I take back my faith. I take back my control!"
The air grew still and silent. I could feel them planning their attack, planning how they would take their revenge on the arrogant mortal who'd dared to look them in the face and challenge them. I wasn't going to wait for them.
I threw my hands into the sky, calling the wind to bring me the energy that i'd forsaken for years. "I call into being my angel, Evali!" The energy poured into my hands, funneling through my mind, as i willed it to take form.
"Tse kevrati," i chanted, as i formed him through my mind. <i>I create you</i>. I made him tall, thin, and powerful. "Tse kevrati, Evali." His shoulders widened, his hips narrowed. "Tse kevrati, Evali." His head developed an angular face, and his blond hair sprouted in long shocks. "Tse Kevrati, Evali." I poured into him his purpose, to protect and serve me. "Tse kevrati, Evali." I made him the instrument of my will, the messenger of my desires. "Tse kevrati, Evali." His back sprouted white wings, which he spread to hover above me. I threw a final burst of energy, calling him into life. My eyes opened, and i scanned the shimmering shapes collected around me, which i was finally able to see.
<WE HAVE NOT DECIDED YET> said Night. <YOUR POWERS ARE NOT YET RETURNED TO YOU>
I shrugged. There wasn't much they could hold back from me, if I really wanted to take it.
"You will decide in my favor, of that i'm sure. I WILL have myself back, and i WILL seek my own happiness. I have learned, and improved, and there is no reason not to have anything i desire. So i dare you to see if you can make me satisfied."
The gods were puzzled, they buzzed around me uneasily.
"I said i fucking DARE you to make me satisfied. Try your best. Continue to bless me. Continue to throw peace and prosperity my way. Send me success, send me happiness, send me opportunity, send me love, send me every fucking blessing you can think to bestow upon a person, and HOPE that you can one day give me enough. Because i promise you...your graciousness is slight compared to my ambition. So do your best, because i'm only getting started."
I nodded my respects to Night, and offered a silent prayer to those gods who had been favorable to me. I didn't know if they would resist me, or if they would decide to bless my efforts, but it didn't matter. I'd said and done what i had come for, and all i could do now was work to my continued betterment.
I climbed up the hill, on the other side of the river (because in matters of magic and power, one never goes back the way they've come), walked back to my car, and drove off.
this week is almost over.
Sam comes in on Saturday night and leaves Sunday morning.
In the course of his conversation, he offered to bring me One Fresh Stir Fry.
This is officially the best day i've had all week. Despite all the bullshit from earlier.
Let me recap:
The return of the morning stomachaches of death.
Disorder in my room. But i was okay with that.
Lunch becoming awkward when someone took something way too personally.
Science fair projects from HELL.
Science fair co-sponsor from HELL.
No recess. Therefore, no punishing students by not allowing them to have recess.
Not trusting my gut and giving advice i shouldn't have broached.
Yet again doing the runaround dance in my head.
On the plus side:
Pizza for lunch.
Parfait breakfast.
Teacher appreciation gifts.
DVDs arrived.
Winding down early enough to watch movies.
ONE FRESH STIR FRY!
In the course of his conversation, he offered to bring me One Fresh Stir Fry.
This is officially the best day i've had all week. Despite all the bullshit from earlier.
Let me recap:
The return of the morning stomachaches of death.
Disorder in my room. But i was okay with that.
Lunch becoming awkward when someone took something way too personally.
Science fair projects from HELL.
Science fair co-sponsor from HELL.
No recess. Therefore, no punishing students by not allowing them to have recess.
Not trusting my gut and giving advice i shouldn't have broached.
Yet again doing the runaround dance in my head.
On the plus side:
Pizza for lunch.
Parfait breakfast.
Teacher appreciation gifts.
DVDs arrived.
Winding down early enough to watch movies.
ONE FRESH STIR FRY!