like mother like daughter

the more i grow older the more i hear "You look just like your mom" compared to when i was younger; i couldn't help but to be told non-stop "you are a spitting image of your father!" i hated it, why the the heck would i wanna look like a guy!!??

once i told my mom the disgust i had with everyone telling me i looked like my dad, so she joked around telling me that when anyone said that to me to answer "i may look like my dad but i have a freckle on my butt just like my mom" haha she laughed but little did she know since i was 5 i didn't understand that she was being sarcastic about the whole thing. one day when i was at my mothers work a man who i suppose must have known my dad told me that i looked so much like him. thinking quick i told him "yes but i have a pimple on my butt just like my mom!!" with the biggest smile on my face ever. he looked confused and laughed a little. my mom came running out red in the face. "OH NO sir!!" she told him "she meant freckle! freckle, not pimple!!" and then she told him the whole story. that day i learned to recognize my moms sarcasm.

but anyways... these days I've heard my looks being compared to my mom so much that i question whether or not I AM MY MOM! its not a bad thing to look like my mom but I've started to act like my mom too. i am stuck to my computer i cant get away from it!! i also lack the ability to clean/do laundry. oh my and I've started to watch a couple of "staged" reality shows! its all in good health might i add! but at least i haven't discovered a craving for diet coke 24/7!!

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Witness and Innocent Bystander

This morning was a working morning for me... in other words I got up really REALLY early... like 7 o'clock am! First I needed a lunch, second my mom needed gas, and third I REALLY wanted a morning Sobe! So we stopped by the gas station. I waited in the car and tied my shoes while my mom did all the above. I watched as a boy no older than 17 slowly made his way into the store, he kept looking around like he was really paranoid. My mom was in the store working on #1 and #3 and I was worried about her safety, as maybe this man was coming in to rob and had a gun. Talking my self out of the ridiculous idea I went on with tying my shoes… but kept my eye on the boy. He came up to the register and asked to see one of the scratch off lotto tickets... like any normal human would do... he was searching in this pockets for some cash when he started walking to the door. The man behind the cash register said something and the boy said something back, he looked around the parking lot. Then out of no where he jetted off, made a sharp left and was out of eye range. The cashier "jumped over" the counter and ran after him! I was amazed that I had witnessed the whole thing up front! The cashier came back empty handed... not that a 20$ scratch off lotto ticket really mattered much... then we left .......and ......I went to work... that’s it I guess...

employment of power

I have a job.
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OK sorta, i am working Monday's and Wednesday's at my grandmothers flower shop. It gives me something to do and I'm getting paid! oh la la. today is my first day, it is 12:00pm and i am about to go back to working after taking a little lunch break. so far i have striped roses, trashed boxes, watered plants and shredded a ton of paper. what next? I don't know but i still have 4 hours!

YAY EMPLOYMENT!!

The Long Journey

This school year was my very last at School of Arts and Sciences, (S.A.S.) This school was much like a safe haven to me as it was, let me put it, "Hippie Dippy!"

I was attending Tallahassee Day School, another "Hippie Dippy" school who’s motto was "Peace and Love", but it was time for me to move up in schools. we found a loving school starting at kindergarten threw 8th grade. The school was supposed to open... but due to some delays... it didn’t. a quick alternative plan was put into action and I was placed in Astoria Park Elementary, a public "non-hippie" school. S.A.S. finally opened in fall of 1999 and my mom and dad placed me in the tiny Charter School of about 200 kids. I had about 20 kids in my class and it was better then the previous year at Astoria Park. My class instead of 1st-3rd graders as the school believed kids of all ages should work together. My teachers names where Ms. Mary, a always happy lesbian teacher, and Ms. Carly, the mean very strict teacher. the school year went great! we were glad we had found such a caring school. I met two friends Haven Mills and Blair Crumpler we traveled with each other through out the years.

Then it was time for intermediate! I was a big kid now and I had everything going for me. I entered Ms. Kathy's and Ms. Hook's class with my two best friends. now my class ranged from 3rd-5th graders. Threw out the years we changed teachers and classrooms but no matter what Haven, Blair and I were always together. we had grown together and I didn’t know what life would be like with out them. We considered ourselves a triangle of girls. there was usually some sort of disagreement or fight but it had its way of working its self out. when we were in 5th grade we were at the top of the class, you may even say we were popular. Next we were off to Middle School!!! Then Blair told us of how she was going to attend deer lake for middle school and this was her last year at S.A.S. it was the end of the triangle and even though we stayed in touch at first, now it seems as I hardly know her.

Middle School was the top of the food chain. me and haven entered 6th grade feeling powerful as ever. but to our surprise 8th graders hate little 6th graders who think they're all that. At first I didn’t have so many friends and the year seemed disappointing. but then I made friends with Ariel Ryals-Trammel, I changed myself to fit in with her crowd. I started to lose my tight friendship with Haven and she noticed!! many conflicts came up and it seemed we had completely slipped away from each other. I started dating anyone who at the least bit seemed interested. I became super preppy and Haven stayed herself. at the end of 7th grade things became better and me and Haven we friends again, but it wasn’t the same. but now I was ready for 8th grade! the very last grade till high school.

8th grade started as I expected, I knew all about S.A.S and had all the friends I could ask for. But I started to mature and I wasn’t so preppy. In September I started dating Sebastian Robertson and at first I considered this another guy I would dump in 2 months or so, but to my surprise I stayed with this amazing boy all through out our last year at S.A.S. and we've been dating for 9th months, so far. I kept my Best Friend Ariel but lost all my friends who liked me only for the clothes I wore. i had changed myself for the good and i felt oldder. Soon me and Haven were Best friends agian. Sebastian help me the most that year and I was devastated when I heard we would not be attending the same high school.

graduation arrived and I couldn't believe I had been at S.A.S from the very beginning. I held my own flower and paper and released I had done it. I had survived growing up. Haven (our President for 8th grade) said a speech and made me cry so hard. "we are done with S.A.S" she said as she held tears back. at that line I realized how much S.A.S. had offered me.

it is now currently summer and I am scared of high school. I still cry at the thought that I will not see Haven or Sebastian at the high school I will be attending. (LEON) I will have my best friend Ariel at Leon and I’m glad we are such great friends. My greatest fear of high school is changing, I don’t want to change or any of my friends to change and us not be able to stay together. I cant believe I don’t go to the school of Arts and Sciences anymore.

Thanks S.A.S. for the best education and environment a school could offer!