dorkfysh's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- squint Ahhh...sweet lunchtime. I can rest my weary eyes from the rows of tiny numbers and the adding and subtracting. I hate the math and the numbers, but I'm ok with it all because I am working and soon I will be able to pay bills and buy myself some new underwear and maybe be able to go to the movies at night every so often. I'll be able to pay off my late fees and rent movies again! Wheee! I might even be able to save up enough to move to a new neighborhood. All my friends are doing it. **** I took the kid to check out the crazy charter school last week and witnessed the chaos with my own eyes. The school is set up in what looks like it might have been office space with a warehouse at one point. There were classrooms in the front offices, but when you open the big double doors you can see where the action is. They are building a ginormous Trojan horse and it seems they are also making their own kiln in Pueblo style. The kid's face lit up when she saw all the kids running in the halls with hair in every color of the rainbow. A couple of kids complimented her hair and she said thank you in the most exprssionless and detached way. I could see that she was about to burst on the inside. She is ninth on the waiting list for the insane and not-yet-accredited school and first on the waiting list for the established alternative school. I need to start looking for more options. The last thing I want is for her to have to go back to the same school again. She needs to be surrounded by other freaks and weirdos like herself. I'm tired of worrying about this stuff. I want her to be able to go to school every day and learn all the things she wants to learn without having to constantly defend herself. Ok...back to the numbers. 1:13 p.m. - May 19, 2003 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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