I'm in the library at Delta, waiting for Emerson. Every time I glance in the direction of the door, I appear to be staring at the man at the computer diagonally across from mine. I've gotten several looks back, and now he's "ignoring" me. Even though I'm not actually looking at him!
Last night was incredible, but it was way too short. The only purpose it served that I could see was to make me miss Hiawatha even more than I already did. It also made me miss my class, since Robert and I talked about St. Paul and our friends all the way home.
But, I'll be okay. I think disappointments may be God's way of making me rely on Him more.
Edited 3/19: The man got up and left about 2 minutes after I wrote that. It made me laugh. I saw Washy today. Sometimes I just wish we could go back and do 8th grade over and over. It was one of the best years of my life, school-wise, and I miss it like no other.
Today on the way home I listened to "Goodbye" by Audio Adrenaline, and it made me sad all over again.
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