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"So Adios To Foolish Pride / I've Got Nothing Left To Hide"
March 23, 2006

I woke up this morning with an agenda this morning. I was going to be a 12-year-old today. I wore a shirt like one I would have worn at that age. I listened to upbeat music as I walked today. I smiled like the 12-year-old that loved Jonathan Knight like I once was. I figured that I have the right to be who I am, and who I am wants to be happy. I even wore earrings that would be better on a 12-year-old than me. Except for the Gulf War and having my aunt stay with us, it was great for me to be 12.

School was fine today. Looks like I won't have a Zabar's moment on Saturday. No, I had it today. Thankfully, it was short and polite. Classes were fine. I think I did okay on today's Oceanography class. Data class was 20 minutes long. We worked on networking computers. First, the professor set up a computer on a network. Then, the two of us closest to the computers did it. I sped through mine because I've done this particular exercise multiple times at home. After that, she let us come home.

Health wise, I walked to the beat of my iPod for about 40 minutes before networking. I did this the other day, and it killed my calves, which I didn't feel until yesterday. It's very important to wear well fitting shoes. The shoes I wore Tuesday were just shoes I bought because I needed shoes, and my shoes weren't dry from washing them. The shoes are canvas, and they got wet Tuesday due to rain. They ended up expanding, thus not fitting. That cause my calves to hurt. I had trouble walking up and down stairs yesterday and today. I wore my regular shoes today. Oh, they felt wonderful on my feet. And my calves! It took the strain off of them.

That's about it for today.

[♪ Listening to: "My Heart Can't Tell You No" - Rod Stewart]

Posted by Shawn at March 23, 2006 5:52 PM in General, Schooling.

Comments

I'm not sure I'd want to be a 12-year-old--back then, I wasn't quite sure of myself and I was always second guessing everything. If I had to go back, I'd rather have the world view of a 4-year-old (where everything was new and interesting) or a 17-year-old (when I stopped caring about what other people thought about me and for some reason, I felt on top of the world).

Posted by: sya at March 24, 2006 11:00 PM