Just so my head won’t explode.

Okay guys. Don’t mind this. It’s just all my to-do’s, upcoming events, and general reminders for the next couple weeks. Not much, now that I think of it. Not true. Fuck, I have a shitload to do.

Nov 12
Dame Open House: stay in school until 8:30PM. Decorate G9G bulletin board.
Drama: put all the articles and images up on bulletin board. Coleen-ify it.
Math: test on sequences and series. Let’s hope you don’t fail this one.
Religion: do research on Voodoo religion. Apparently it’s similar to Catholicism?

Nov 13
Leadership: paper due on first six tutoring sessions.
Tutoring: during lunch, tutor Megan.

Nov 17
Grade 9 Getaway: stay after school, list creation for the reunion.

Nov 18
Religion: retreat. Notify all teachers. Cancelled!
Tutoring: Reschedule with Diane, Eloise, and Megan.
Grade 9 Getaway: Cut session.

Nov 23
Grade 9 Getaway: touch base with CORE.
Leadership: tutor Eloise and Diane during lunch.
Tutoring: tutor Megan after school.

Nov 25
Grade 9 Getaway: test run with all leaders for reunion.
Leadership: tutor Eloise and Diane during lunch.
Tutoring: tutor Megan before school.

Nov 26
School Play: Bite of The Mango meeting with Ms. Jack & Ms. Paniccia.

Reminders: you have to tutor on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays. Keep working on Religion ISU, it’s due on December 7th, and worth 30% of your mark. That’s all.

I feel love.

I have 15 minutes to write down a night’s worth of feelings. School does that to you. Last night was my school’s Open House, and as much as I dreaded it, I actually was looking forward to it. Don’t even ask. It’s unexplainable.

So a few hours later, after cutting out letters, posting up pictures, and running a damn marathon running errands for all the teachers (I’m glad my head wasn’t ripped off ♥), Open House was set to begin.

Of course, nothing is ever on time. Open House began at 6:30PM, and ended at around 9PM. So we were in the classroom (for Grade 9 Getaway) lounging around. The only socializing I could do? 4 other students, whom I love to the death, and 1 teacher. Oh fuck it. I went over to Ms. Paniccia and just started talking to her.

I can officially say I love her with all my heart. That red haired, French, English, and Drama teacher. Oh yes, screw it if she’s a teacher and you think I’m a kiss ass. She’s just amazing. We’re quite alike, to be honest.

At one point, I was just rambling to her and she responded with: “Oh, Coleen. You’re so beautiful.” My mind was about to explode from confusion. Coleen Guyo? Beautiful? Couldn’t be. “It’s this thing you have,” she continued, “this aura you show. You’re so inspiring.” HAHAHAHAHA. Very funny.

But she wasn’t kidding. And you know how I said the harder it is to describe to someone how you felt at a certain time, the more special it is, and the more it is only meant for you to feel? Yes, I cannot explain it, because I have no words for it. It just makes me happy because what I’ve been aspiring to be in the future is slowly shining through now, and it’s being noticed.

Alright. You don’t really want to know the negative part of that day. As Miss said, “You have to pick and choose your battles; see what’s worth holding onto, and see what’s worth letting go.” I’m late for school now. Bye, lovelies. ♥

“Have I ever told you that you smelled like Catalina?”

Today was a waste. It was a day to relax, and attempt to stay home and do my project. I just got home from the doctor’s and it’s 2PM. There’s no point. It’s like I went to school.

Turns out, the doctor thinks something is wrong with me and now I have to go take a blood test. My brother has to carry around this little machine with him that monitors his heart. He’s been sick. Not the: “Cough cold flu” kind of sick. It’s the: “Woah.. are you alright, man?” kind of sick. And my mom is just hysterical about all of this. Not helping. Everyday I have to take two pills the size of my thumbnail and drink this fluid that’ll knock me into sleep. I don’t like these changes.

The only highlight of my doctor’s visit was meeting this woman named Catalina. She sat next to me, and was probably the only non-asian there. She had this french accent, but she spoke German so fluently on the phone. She’s pretty much the bomb. By the way, she was extremely beautiful. Exotic, almost, and I was jealous. Some people are way too pretty for their own good.

“Please know that you are still very dear to me and that NOTHING has changed in my regard for you.” How sweet of you. This is what I needed to title my morning something useful.

Now, it’s time for me to go and do this project that has been consuming so much of my thoughts.

In all honesty, this is how it went.

Coleen: Miss?
Ms. Jack: What?
Coleen: Miss, I don't want to seem cocky or full of myself or anything, but when I grow up.. I think I'll be quite fabulous.
Ms. Jack: Oh, my God.
Coleen: What?
Ms. Jack: I love you.
Only Ms. Jack will understand my endless, pointless rambles. I'm not being cocky. Not fabulous as in fashion mogul. But fabulous as in I-have-something-intangible-that-people-would-die-to-have; a quality about myself that just emits the most joyful energy. And what's the best thing about it? She understands.
Coleen: Not fabulous in the sense of like.. oh let's say, Miranda Priestly. But -
Ms. Jack: No no no no, I know what you meant. I get you.

Come and go.

Yesterday I found out that Breanna was transffering to Fraser. So? You’re probably thinking. It’s a big so. As unalike her and I are, we are alike in so many ways. Our discussions philsophically just come out of nowhere, and we reach this level of understanding without even telling each other everything. But I can’t be selfish. Whenever we hang out, it doesn’t even feel like time flew by. It’s all right; I have her writings, and she has mine. Wish her all the best in her new school.