hahaist011's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- dumb placeholder entry nate says dave says i will become the person i want to be. that musta been where i heard it because i guess that is why i'm here. i tell the kids i am here because of my mama. because of how she is a racist and believes navajos to be superior to everyone else (and then scramble to define "superior" as quickly as possible). how i tease her that i'm gonna get an apache boyfriend. some time last week, a student--KW--goes, "have you ever been on a date?" of course i pulled the old sad face and shook my head. "no?" she said. "no," i said, "i've just about given up hope." becoming the person i wanna be. have i tried that before? yeah, i guess. this, i think, is more specific. i wanted to be the person who picks up and moves to dinetah. the person who will not be lonely or scared or stupid. so i have tried. i got my church (all saints) in check. i have made pals with two math teachers and two science teachers. the vp is my homey. the kid who called me a bitch last week wants to borrow my copy of The Rose that Grew from Concrete by Tupac Shakur. still stupid, though. today, i just wanna be a teacher who is almost as good as, say, BJ. he has this amazing way of making things look easy, and i want it. like real bad. i know i didn't think that i would like go hiking and shit, you know? so what did i think i would do? anything? learn the language? learn the history? and then what? but i haven't done that (yet) anyhow. i wonder if i thought i'd get a tan and go all turquoise-and-silver. when i ask them to use sensory details to describe what D203 sounds like, LS (he of the secret "white boy middle name") goes, "like a sheep corral!" and during the steelers game, dozens of sheep and at least five goats passed by the window. i am maybe understanding other people better. i want people to see this crazy shit! was i ever that way before. i am tired enough that it's better not to think on it. and anyhow, i gotta go to basha's for a birthday cake and some pop. and cups. don't forget cups because what kind of a homeroom birthday party will it be without cups for drinking the pop. 4:06 p.m. - 2007-09-25 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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