Wow, just too much to write about and some of it's too just out there personal.
But the
huge thing is that one of my dearesssssssssssssst friends, Shameka has left our class. She's moved on to Nottingham and has left Ludden behind. Our class just seems to keep shrinking. We've gone from like 130 to like 115 then 100 then about 85, 90 now down to I think it's 76, 77, 78 kids. At this rate we'll probably have 55, 60 or maybe even the infamous 69 kids in our graduating class. Today I saw one of my old classmates from St. Ann's and she was also part of our huge 7th grade class. She seemed to be doing well, she's @ West Genee now and she says she having a great time there. Her brother was pretty chatty too, he gave me some pretty helpful advice, I'll deffinetely try to work harder at preparing for the near future. And then some odd, awkward, not-my-way-of-thinking advice but let's not get into that. They're a great family, I've known them for years. Ha, he even told me some secrets about some Ludden teachers and past teachers but should I believe them? Probably.
So yes,
ANYwaysss. Shameka has left the building. Our class has just kept losing and losing members. Our alphabet has shrunk. From 7th grade until now I've had 3 different alphabet members, Mike Lee, Lindsay Longo and now Stacey (Lawerence). Then of course there's Colin but he's been there from Day 1. I also love the fact that I am always a cut-off point or a starting point, because my name starts with an 'L'. In 7th grade I was the last in my homeroom, then I was 2nd to last the next year and the Lynch twins were in different homeroom how weird is that? Then in 9th I was in the middle of the homeroom then in 10th I was the last one in my homeroom and this year I am actually on the flip side of the alphabet and am the first one in my Homeroom, 204 w/ Ms. Dordal. She's pretty nice, and she likes me. Just sometimes she tells you to get out of the hallway and stuff like that. I actually saw her old boyfriend today in Sam's Club, he's a friend of my parents. It'd be cool if they were still together now that she's my homeroom teacher but I don't know their standing. He's actually gone downhill since last time I saw him. He's going through a rough patch in his life and I like to think that he'll make it out smelling like a rose, one can only hope. He's got most of his priorities straight so I think he'll be fine.
Wow I've changed subject like 5 times in that last paragraph. But this is the stuff that is stored in the files of my memory. This is how I work. The fact that I sat next to Mike Lee in homeroom for 2 years of my life probably means nothing to you, but this is the stuff that has shaped me into my current being. He could be a totally odd, pesky, stangely outgoing and different kind of human being btw, but those are memories for another time.
While I'm on the subject of my memories, I'll take the time to tell you the story of Labor Day storm 1998, yes, I believe it was '98. My dad brought up this story today and as he told it I recalled the memories of that fateful night. Well earlier in the day I was at my grandma's and it seemed like a pretty normal day. Then later that night whilst I was asleep it began to storm. I woke up to the sound of lightning,...well no thinder duh, and tried to go back to sleep. But as I was trying to go to sleep I hear this EXTREMELY loud crackkkkkkk, and it practically shook the house. I just assumed it was thunder but later I saw that is was an entire
tree limb that crashed through my window. After the crash I was screaming for my parents, who were...and this still amazes me to this day..., downstairs shutting windows instead of checking on their 7-year-old child in the midst of what seemed to me like a frickin' hurricane. I don't mean to go all Ignatius Reilly on them but it was quite tramautizing to have to scream and scream for your parents at 7-years-old in the midst of a wind storm. Despite their rebuttle of "we had to close the windows", I guess they're not to blame though, the whole window shutting tree limb incident was a matter of maybe 3 minutes. Then whent they finally bust in my room they drag me away to the kitchen because we have no windows. Then I slept downstairs with my little toy ducks and little kid comfort toys as we waited for the next day to role in. Then with time the tree branch was moved, the window was fixed and the power was restored.
I suspect all these years later that the tree branch was that of a tree that stood across the street on Robineau Rd., right now I look at the empty spot in between the telephone pole and the sidewalk where that tree used to stand. I loved that God-blessed tree and you can judge me as a hippie tree hugger but I miss it so. Because you see, after that Labor Day storm, they cut it down several months later.
Well there's my account on some life memories, I don't know how a conversation about Shameka leaving turned into an all out memory search about some things but so be it.
Bye
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nostalgic
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relaxed
Wow that just took 10 minutes to post.