Day14 almost halfway
I’m completely empty.
There were so many things going on today that I’m just really drained. I hope this will be a semi interesting post at least.
Fourteen. When I was 14, I exited the last ESL class I had to take. My lovely teacher said I was beyond good to stay in the class. I hadn’t really needed one for the last year or so already. I went from zero English words to fully understanding and grasping the new language at my age level in about 18 months. I was very confident in my abilities and skills, and I was too chatty and distractive for the other students (oops). She said it is for my benefit that I fully immerse in regular classes with my peers.
So off I go into the wilderness of junior high kids and cliques and big hair-sprayed hair.
At 14, I had a boy crush. He was tall and handsome and smart and never wanted to talk to me, never even realize that I existed. But I secretly wrote his name all over my notebooks, doodling what my name would look like with his last name. Haven’t you done that too? Teenage years are so much fun! (that was supposed to be sarcasm, if you hadn’t noticed)
/end of my sucky post.