STYLE
Quiet
Loud
Muted
Whisper
Scream


RECENT ENTRIES
Can You Feel A Little Love?
Just Like Every Day
Holes In The Head
He Said She Said
Your My Best Friend


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OTHER VOICES


MISCELLANEOUS
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A Day Like Any Other

Today is Savannah's first day of being legal. No getting up at dawn or walking her to school and feeling my heart drop into my stomach as she disappears into the crowd. No worrying about if she is nervous or sad or feels uncomfortable. No lunch money to lose. No mystery meat. No raising of hands or sitting in alphabetical order all day. No going over material she has known since she was three. No squirming in her seat because the teacher doesn't believe she really has to go to the bathroom for the tenth time today. Art every day whenever we want. Eating when we are hungry. Spontaneous searches on Google to see why things are the way they are, who made them that way and why. Going outside whenever we want. Just life. The same way we live it everyday. Asking lots and lots of questions and finding all the answers. Together. Learning all the time. Yeah, this is what I lived for.

Posted by gwendolyn on August 18, 2003 at 11:46 AM