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Tuesday, December 14, 2004
I'm going crazy firstly: I'm reading random words as Leticia.
Ahem. Ignoring that, I dreamt that I slept with someone from class, and she assured me that it was a dream so I was allowed to cheat. Then she disappeared.
Marigold seems to want more LSD and other assorted drugs than sleep or a future... She sounds pretty out of it, and all I can do is crack shit jokes and tell her gently to cut it out.
I want to bake Xmas cookies for the kids at the group tomorrow, and Daphney's coming to help. It would be fun if I knew where the cookie cutters/ food colouring/ silver sugar baubles were. Ah well, it'll be ok anyway.
I think I've found something I want to do in life, even if it is a bit specific. It combines a lot: teaching smart kids; teaching in America; living in a city. I think I'll email the principal and ask what qualifications I would need. Is that crazy? Probably. For one I don't think it would be fair to jet off to America straight away... After all England needs teachers, they're well-paid and the government heavily subsidises their training. And I don't just want to help already priviledged kids. But I don't want to teach to an exam syllabus either.
Oh well, I have a few years to decide.
I want to start writing creatively... I can think of some opening lines... Like: 'My parents realised they didn't love me on...' Or 'London night is a colour I like' (have I mentioned that line before?)
Maybe I should just practise... Oh well. Effort's never been my strong point. I'll try and write something by... Next Wednesday, and then I'll see what you think.
Ahem. Ignoring that, I dreamt that I slept with someone from class, and she assured me that it was a dream so I was allowed to cheat. Then she disappeared.
Marigold seems to want more LSD and other assorted drugs than sleep or a future... She sounds pretty out of it, and all I can do is crack shit jokes and tell her gently to cut it out.
I want to bake Xmas cookies for the kids at the group tomorrow, and Daphney's coming to help. It would be fun if I knew where the cookie cutters/ food colouring/ silver sugar baubles were. Ah well, it'll be ok anyway.
I think I've found something I want to do in life, even if it is a bit specific. It combines a lot: teaching smart kids; teaching in America; living in a city. I think I'll email the principal and ask what qualifications I would need. Is that crazy? Probably. For one I don't think it would be fair to jet off to America straight away... After all England needs teachers, they're well-paid and the government heavily subsidises their training. And I don't just want to help already priviledged kids. But I don't want to teach to an exam syllabus either.
Oh well, I have a few years to decide.
I want to start writing creatively... I can think of some opening lines... Like: 'My parents realised they didn't love me on...' Or 'London night is a colour I like' (have I mentioned that line before?)
Maybe I should just practise... Oh well. Effort's never been my strong point. I'll try and write something by... Next Wednesday, and then I'll see what you think.
