freshman year of high school i had english first period. for the first ten minutes of class, we'd write in our "journal" anything we wanted. we are moving and i am home for the weekend, cleaning out and packing up my room, and i found the journal and started reading through it. half of the entries are me exclaiming how scared i am for my bio tests, how hard bio is, and how much i hate waiting in the cold at the bus stop. then i got to one that was a little different.
"Hold fast to dreams, for if dreams die, life is a broken winged bird that cannot fly. -Langston Hughes. We are having a wierd conversation about sauce and gravy right now, but i'm lost."
(december 16, 2003)