The fact of the matter is this.
If a girl can't count on her best friends to bail her out, then who can? And how in the WORLD is a girl expected, at the ripe old age of 17, to teach a classroom? AND what kind of superhero powers does someone need to enforce the rules of a fantastic teacher... while the teacher is gone for two weeks?
Sometimes I have sudden relevations that I simply MUST act upon. There can be a time period where I won't have any for 4 days... and then, suddenly, all within 14 hours, I'll have three. Hence the three blog posts within today. However, I feel that if someone has something truly useful to say... then they need to say it, no matter what.
I just received a phone call from a dear friend of mine. She and I are both lucky enough to have been selected out of a large list of applicants to sing in the school talent show next Friday, and we both were incredibly excited...
Now she's thinking about backing out, because some of her so-called "friends" have made fun of her incredible singing voice.
Have you ever thought about the difficulties of getting into the college OF YOUR CHOICE?
It's been a frequent heartache for me.
I'm one of those kids who loves jazz, old-timey standards with an up-to-date flare... the kind you can only find in smokey jazz clubs, on cruise ships, and occasionally in Market Square. I'll admit it... I'm a fanatic. An absolute fanatic. And it absolutely kills me that I'm not eighteen at the present moment, because...
