i now realize….
14 May 2009
…that i talk a whole lot when i am nervous. or don’t exactly know what to do. i babble, on and on and on, and i think i’ve always been that way. i’ve been re-reading my journal from when i was 13 (1995, thankyouverymuch), and it’s just about the funniest thing i’ve ever seen
i find myself remembering a little better what it was like to be 13 and 14. it was hard to be that age, it definitely was.
i used to talk/write a lot to my journal when i was nervous/upset (a few pages later, i asked my diary’s opinion on if i could give best friends necklaces to 2 sets of friends or if that would hurt feelings). now, apparently, i just babble to whoever will listen to me- the journal, the wreck this journal, the kids i work with, the parents i work with, random hospital workers, including social workers AND volunteers, voicemail boxes (many of them), and apparently, now this blog too.
(can you tell i had a rough day with my middle schoolers today?)