Sushi (sushimustwrite) wrote,
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Something I can't believe I forgot to mention in the last post: I spoke to a group of middle schoolers on the sixth. My sixth grade language arts teacher invited me to speak to her eighth grade creative writing class, and another of my middle school teachers held her class (which was really the academic bowl during first period--yeah, I'm jealous too) with that group so they could hear me. I mostly talked about what I had been doing since middle school and answered their questions about high school, college, writing, and everything else they had.

It was really strange seeing all those tiny middle schoolers. It was even stranger knowing that when I was where they sitting ten years ago, one or two of them, if any of them, were reading. How crazy is that?

This was at the new middle school in my county that opened the year after after I graduated from high school. It and the high school are really fancy, both in curriculum and design. There's a lot of school pride at that school, understandably. There's also some bitterness from those who graduated from the other schools recently because the folks at the new school got the new and fancy school. Me? I don't care, though after looking at the curriculum at the new high school, I am a teensy bit jealous. Just a little bit. Yes, leave it to me to geek out over course offerings.

I finished Dr. Nbook 80 and started #81. Woo! Speaking of which, it's time for another picture of all of them. They took up my bed last time. What space should I make them take up this time?

I've already outlined my general writing plan for next year. At some point in the next couple of weeks I need to make a list of goals for next year. Among them are getting a job, moving out, and writing at least one more draft of each of my babies.

You'd think that I'd have plenty of time to do everything I want and need to do. No, that is apparently not the case. Unfortunately with a lot of spare time on my hands I find myself overwhelmed with all sorts of projects. I need to get back to a comfortable level of busy. That or figure out how to live on less sleep. Seriously, my body sleeps about ten hours a night without an alarm. Isn't that a bit much?

Cue "oh Baty, Chrismas is in ten days" mania. I did Grandmother's grocery shopping on Saturday, and it was a zoo. I braved the post office yesterday. I don't want to think of the madness as we get closer.
Tags: dr.nbook, life, writing
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