Monday, November 17, 2003

School was rather good today. I did well on the things I was worried about not doing well on. I'm going to dancing tonight. :) Hehehe.

I got my English exam back - 92% - I'm really happy about it, because I thought that I would end up doing much worse. Also, we got back a creative writing assignment from a long time ago. I was really worried about this one because I had a lot of trouble writing it and it just didn't feel right, but I ended up getting 100%. On the assignment, my teacher wrote about how she thought that the story was off-topic at first but realized later that It wasn't, and then she thanked me for "challenging her as a teacher and, more importantly, as a reader." It made me so happy to hear those things. This isn't the first time I've recieved such lovely comments from her. This teacher is one that I respect highly - if I ever become a teacher, I want to teach the way that she does. [there really is a point to this entry. I promise.] I guess what I'm trying to say is that I feel like somehow I should thank her. But I don't know if I can or if I should or if maybe I'm really overreacting. This could be explained a whole lot beter than the way I am explaining it now. I can't put it into words very well.

Okay - flashback to the last day of school, Grade Eight - I had handed in a poetry project and went to go and see what mark I had gotten. When I received the project, on the cover were two purple post-it notes. And on the post-it notes were compliments from my English teacher that made me unbelievably happy. Poetry is so important to me...I write about that in this blog a lot....and she liked my poetry. She even went so far as to say that I should write a book of poetry. And her comments meant so much - when I got home I wrote a thank-you letter. And the next day, when I returned to the school to help babysit children of another one of my teachers, I put it in my backpack and thought that I would simply give it to her when I saw her, but I was too scared. I didn't know what I would say or how I would say it or anything and so I didn't do it. But it deserved some thanks, and I knew that. I still know that. I just can't do it. I don't know what I have to be afraid of. I'm not even sure I know exactly what it is I'm talking about.

I'm not sure how much sense this entry makes. I'm trying to explain myself the best I can, but it's not coming out the right way, and I have to stop now because I leave for dancing in an hour and I have to start getting ready.


Hailey spazzed at 4:31:00 p.m.

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