hahaist011's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- i have begun to keep a diary today i was sleeping soundly right after school. (yo i was beat) there was another frantic-sounding summons from the door. ding dong ding dong ding dong and i'm all "what!" and then i hear "ms. dwyer, ms. dwyer!" so i go to the door, and these four girls LAUGH at me because i look so funny from sleeping and trying to put on a track jacket upside down (yo i was beat) one of my students needed a curling iron and figured i had one. she had to wash her hair before the evening's homecoming business because she got it all gross by participating in the eating contests today. banana split in a bowl on the floor. i saw her during lunch duty; there was ice cream all over her face and in her hair. so yeah, it was ok with me. homecoming here is like a weeklong extravaganza. tomorrow there's a bonfire. is this normal? what's not normal-seeming: the dance isn't even semi-formal. just a regular dance, except that--dag--it goes until one a.m. and i am chaperoning. also, they know where i live. there is no getting away from here, you know? school is right fucking there, and even window rock (34 miles) and gallup (60) are "close." i see students everywhere i go. which is, mostly, cute. i mean, to be in public all derelict-looking and then for some kid in an icp t shirt to be all shyly, "hi ms. dwyer." on monday, kids were doing the normal loitering in the halls around the rooms. small groups of twos and threes, you know. just regular, until i realize that they're having conversations that i'm supposed to overhear. "So yeah what was the score again?" "Yeah Steelers suck!" et cetera. pretty fucking funny. they had put trash-talking signs all over my door and barch's door on friday, talking as though the cardinals could actually beat us. which somehow happened. from 7:50 on, they were running up to gloat. kinda made the loss feel a bit better, i guess. at least i knew some cute people were thinking about me on sunday. even if it was just to be like, "awwww ima torture dwyer." 9:30 p.m. - 2007-10-03 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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