nookncranny's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- awkward at any age i wrote an essay about a stranger i met on a plane on the way to my mother's death. in class, my teacher asks me if i am able to read it aloud. yes. so i'm about six sentences in when breathing air becomes much like swallowing doughnuts whole. "okay, maybe i can't." i pass it to the teacher who finishes for me. i sneak a peek at the class, in tears and applauding. striking, isn't it, to be simultaneously proud and embarrassed? if there isn't, there should be a unique word to describe these feelings co-existing. -------------- in other news, do you remember that when you are in first grade, the saddest story ever is when no one will play with you? - ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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