Mr. Homebound

I am beginning to like the morning more and more. Perhaps it has something to do with summer on its way, but I would rather rise with the sun than lie down to it.

I hung a Gryffindor chain in my window yesterday. I saw it this morning when I woke up, illuminated by the sun and excitement for Harry Potter gripped my heart hard. I think that waiting for something is often more fun than the thing itself. I don’t believe I can apply that theory here: the entire package is wonderful. The waiting is full of excitement, reading is full of the unexpected and afterwards there are all the wonderful discussions. I cannot wait for another damn minute. But I will.

Writing has been going well, though I would not blame people who think that I have given up on another story due to lack of momentum and plot. I believe in taking my time with writing. Now that I have an audience I am writing a bit more carefully. The parts that are done I am happy with.

I have decided to dedicate ‘Alice’ to Michael. He was one of the inspirations for it. He is also a big part of my life and I felt that I wanted to write something for him. The book I am now writing I am writing for myself, but it started out for him.

I think I would be right in saying that there is some skepticism among people I know as to whether Michael and I are just friends. I don’t blame them. I talk about Michael an awful lot.
I question myself often. Do I like him as a friend or more? Truthfully, honestly, the answer would be more, but not by much. If we really were to get into a relationship I think there would be problems. First of all, we live on opposite sides of the country. Second of all, I am having a lot of fun just being his friend, without having to worry about a relationship. So really, I just like things the way they are. For the record, if anyone is reading this, that is true.

Later…

Mom often talks dirty about dad. When I say, ‘talks dirty’ I mean that she says bad things about him. She has just done this. Why? Because my dad accidentally left his wedding ring here and now we are sending it back to him. She just went off talking about how careless he is. I didn’t like it so I said, “You know that anything bad you say about dad I am immune to because he’s my dad, right?”

“Yes, but you know he’s scatter-brained. You know he takes off that ring and plays with it.”

Well, sure. I’d play with it, too. And all the insults were making me mad. All I could say was,

“Mom?”

“Yeah?”

“Be quiet.”

Later…

Mr. Homebound

1. “Its not like reading an Encyclopedia”
2. “Doesn’t look like Career, uh, Hel’ is gonna work out”

Listed above are some of the idiotic things said by my homebound teacher. I don’t think I’ve met a homebound teacher in Nebraska who has any brains. Now he his telling my mom the story about the leukemia girl…AGAIN! Hello! We know!

1. Encyclopedias are easy to read. First graders do it.
2. Career hell? Oh yeah. NO! It’s Career ED! Jeez, he has REALLY bad diction and so when he says ‘health’ it comes out ‘hel’.

Time for more idiotic things said by Mr.Homebound (Steve).

“Use an umbrella when you go outside, those are my words of wisdom” Um, yeah. Before he said that he said:

“Any questions? Any words of wisdom you have for me before I leave?”

What I would like to say:
“Yeah, why are you such a moron?”

What I really said:
“Um, yeah. What should I do with my text books?”

You know, I don’t even try to keep the sarcasm out of my voice and I give lots of fake smiles. I am always forced to say "sounds good” or “sounds like a plan” which I would never say in real life.

Nothing! Well, I suppose he got a kick out of getting a test with the answers on it. Idiot. He thought he made some funny jokes…but he didn’t. But that was it.