Almost two. Almost two years since he sent me a snap chat. Almost two years since he grabbed my hand in class, it was only for a second…it seemed like forever though. It’s been almost two years since he leaned against the hall lockers and said, “so…um… do you wanna be my girlfriend?” Two years since he kissed me and I ran to my best friend jumping. It’s been two years full of laughs, cries, kisses, late night phone calls, petty fights, drive-in dates, and a lot of love. Through everything he’s always here at the end of the night. He’s been with me through every cold, kidney stone, and bad test grade. I couldn’t imaging my life being as good as it is without him by my side. I love you, Trev. Almost two years later and you’re my best friend. From the kid who waved at me while eating chicken wings while I got my first kiss, to now being the one I kiss every day. We’ve really grown up a lot. I’m happy we were stuck in art together.
I have become very disappointed as I continue my schooling and watch others continue theirs. I see many teachers becoming lazy. I do not mean all teachers, because I am well aware that there are hard working teachers making a difference every day. I’m disappointed in those teachers that are using the advancements in technology to become lazy. The ones that no longer teach, but send their students to a website and expect all learning to be done over the website. I am annoyed with teachers who wash their hands with students that struggle. I feel like I am being pushed off onto the next teacher because nobody wants to work to teach, they are working for paychecks…
I have a brother who has some difficult learning disabilities. He has always had a lot of trouble speaking in front of others and doing his school work. These past couple of school years bullies have cruelly affected his life. He began just ignoring them, but then crying because he is depressed he has “no friends”. He told the teachers about a particular student who bullies his daily for many years. The teachers just tell the student to “play nice”. THIS IS NOT HOW TO HANDLE THIS! I didn’t want the child to be suspended.. well maybe I did, but I would have settled for that student at least having a recess taken away. MY brother became so upset. My brother stopped eating lunch because he had nobody to sit with. He stopped doing his work and would sit inside during recess so he had a reason not to go outside. He wouldn’t do anything fun in fear of that one particular kid would torment him. My parents had contacted the school many times and nothing to this day has been done. Ironically that child’s Mother is one of the teachers that have become lazy at my high school. Aside from the bullying he had a teacher that has given us a lot of problems. Because of his disability he no cannot stand in front of the class and read. The teacher is failing him. We asked her if she would give him the credit for reading in front of just her after class… So far we have no answer.
Schooling has become a joke. From the bullying to the lazy teachers. Teachers that push the struggling students to the next teacher so they no longer have to deal with them. As a teacher I believe that you should be willing to work with not only students who excel, but those who struggle. You should want to help. You should set up tutors and call parents as necessary. You should do everything in your power to help, and when that fails… get the principal involved. Especially as students are young. Every child wants to feel smart. I just wish teachers would realize that these students are our future and by showing laziness, it will eventually rub off and be passed down and our country will never grow.
It’s weird to say “when I grow up”, but it’s something I think of often. I don’t want anything fancy when I get married. I want a small little house, maybe even a one bedroom to start. Just a twin bed in the room so late at night my husband and I can sleep close and appreciate eachother. A dog running around and sleeping on the floor at night next to us would make things perfect. I want have picnics in the yard, and make homeade lemonade on hot summer days. Basically what I’m saying is I want to get married in 1955. Just starting out small in a
neighborhood where everyone and their kids are comfortable knocking on my door. This is all I want when I get older. Just a little starter and close companionship.
Recently I changed my mind of what occupation I would like to pursue. I decided on mortuary sciences. I have always liked the medical field, but I don’t think I could watch some die. The thought of me not being able to cure someone is a guilt I couldn’t bare. That’s why I decided on mortuary sciences, and why I want to be a mortician. I would be helping families that lost a loved one and making their lives easier. Still dealing with the anatomy of a human is a bonus and I feel I will enjoy making the grieving process easier on people. My choice is definitely huge, but worth it.
He gives me the fuzzy feeling you only read about in story books. You know the ones where they start out as best friends and then they fall madly in love? That’s become my life. The feeling of being apart is agonizing, but the feeling that it could have never happened is dreadful. We took the risk and left being friends for one of the most amazing experiences in my life. If you’re wondering if it’s worth risking a friendship for a romance, this is an example of why it is. You may just happen to find everything you’ve been looking for and fall in love. Or, you may not.
He always seemed like just a friend to me. I have written about him before, but that was when I was angry and I’m sorry about what I had said in My First Kiss. As long as I can remember this guy has been around. He always made me laugh. When the guy I had my first kiss with happened to want to go to the fair, the movies, hang out at recess, go bowling: his best was always there. We had always gotten along and I never minded him being with us because I was comfortable with him. As years went on we both kind of drifted apart. That is until High School started. My “just a friend” just happened to be super attractive and still an amazing wrestler (which I happen to fall even harder for). We ended up taking drivers training together and getting a picture together which I just discovered. Even after freshman and sophomore year I still saw him as only a friend, probably because he only saw me as one too. When junior year started we happened to have art class together. We sat at the same table and talked all the time and I grew feelings. We began snap chatting (the gateway to all relationships in this era) and at first they were just random conversations and then it grew into more. We both fell for each other and before I knew it I was head over heels with the guy that had always been my friend. He had grew into this amazing sweetheart that I talk to all day every day. Although I have always given him a hard time with trying to get him to date my best friend, and talking badly about him in my other story he still puts up with me, and for that I’m very grateful. I know it’s still early, but I am so glad I have you in my life and realized how truly amazing you are. Thanks for putting up with me. I love you. I hope you enjoy reading this more than the first one.