A Circle of Friends...

My teacher sits in front of the room, saying things I won't understand until long after I've left this class. Or maybe I will understand what she says today, but the thing is I might not want to understand it. She tells me that I will go through friends and a few years down the road their will be a new group of friends. I don't want to believe this because I have finally found a group of friends who accept me, who make me feel whole, the friends I believe I should be with for the rest of my life. One of them is Logan, he's a great person, his parents defiantly did a wonderful job in raising him. He doesn't ever expect anything more from me than what I give. He is always there for me, and our other friends, even though hes got this way of not being there. It's hard to explain how he is such a great friend, but he is a truly wonderful friend. I really respect him for the way he is, he doesn't use curse words, he doesn't associate himself with things that he doesn't see as respectable. I try really hard to be like him, to respect myself even if it doesn't seem "cool", I just wish I did a better job of it.

Thinking about Life...

So, yesterday I was talking with some of the Ladies we play bingo with and our Bus Driver for the night, about College, and what I wanted to do with my life. I told them I was pretty sure that my calling in life was to be an adoption counselor, that is what I had a passion for. But I never really thought anymore into that until last night. So I think I might have a good idea now, I think I wanna travel for a while visiting the countries that have the most orphaned children, visiting the orphanages and the people there to figure out what country calls to me most, which one I'm meant to help. I really want to do this, so I really hope I can. I also think I might want to travel the untied states helping out at local orphanages just so I can get to know some of the kids.

My Father's Recognition

An avalanche of words rested on the tip of my tongue, eager to spill out just waiting for the slightest of sounds to slip out from his mouth. The constant arguing has nearly driven me insane by this point. Why is everything I do wrong? Has he not realized the mistakes that he himself has made over the years we have spent together. I understand that he is my father and that all things he say should be right, but he's never right, and I am always wrong. So where does this leave us, when we're both wrong. How can I try so hard to impress him with my every action, and every time I still fail to achieve the slightest recognition for it. Though my younger sister can do so many wrongs, and still can be the one he puts on the pedestal. I try not to be filled with such anger toward my sister, it's not really her fault that she is his favorite, but she does try so hard to rub it in my face. I just wish he could see how bad it hurts me to know that I can never do anything to achieve any recognition from him.

Logan and His Element...

So, I was sitting on one end of Kyle's Garage watching the boys play thought their set list, trying to perfect it before the gig. They finally had a microphone set up so you could hear Logan's voice over the sounds of the Guitars. Now, I've heard Logan sing when we're riding together in the car, like on prom night when I rode around town with him. And I've always liked to hear him sing, but when the boys all started to play to Monster by Skillet, and Logan's voice poured through the Speakers, it was like he was a totally different person. He's the kind of guy who's real quite, sits around staring into space, but when he started signing he transformed into this confident performer. How did he instantly change, like he finally arrived into his element.