I decided to come home after all...
Dec. 20th, 2005 11:50 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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Because I didn't bring enough books to Jenn's. Or my gloves. Because I was so busy this morning grabbing books.
On the way home, a guy stops to ask if I need a ride. And I smile and say no, I'm close to home (really, it's only a little more than a mile from Jenn's house to mine) and I like to walk - which is true. I really don't like the bus. And he jokes that "I'm sure you were saying that way back there when you left!" but the truth is... it's the truth.
He doesn't know.
I recently had an opportunity to take the bus down Castleton, around to where IS 61 is, where I used to go to school. And I'd walk there, every day, in rain, sleet, snow.... In skirts. And, often, no socks, because I was so sick of people asking why mine didn't match.
I didn't realize until I took the bus just how *long* the trip was. And I was so scared. That road curves so much, that even if the bus had ambled along, I would've been going "SLOW DOWN!" in my mind. Gah.
I was in Chorus. And on the nights of our concerts, I'd wash my hair, mostly because I'm really bad at remembering to do that, and it was a guarantee that my hair was dirty. (Yeah, personal hygeiene, especially then, not my strong suit. So sorry.)
And then, because it hadn't dried properly, every Christmas, three Christmases running, my hair would freeze on the way to school. That? Was cold.
Today was nice. Balmy. Just below freezing. There wasn't any wind, even!
That walk was like a walk in the park.
And he's offering me a ride. Pshaw.
On the rest of my day, we invited Ana's friend Meghan over. Ana was very upset when Meghan got a time out for pushing her. And the rest of the day, she's been playing that I, or her doll, or "BabySister" (not her actual baby sister, but her imaginary friend she carries in her hands) needed a time out. I suppose it's a step up from "Time to change the diaper!", anyway....
On the way home, a guy stops to ask if I need a ride. And I smile and say no, I'm close to home (really, it's only a little more than a mile from Jenn's house to mine) and I like to walk - which is true. I really don't like the bus. And he jokes that "I'm sure you were saying that way back there when you left!" but the truth is... it's the truth.
He doesn't know.
I recently had an opportunity to take the bus down Castleton, around to where IS 61 is, where I used to go to school. And I'd walk there, every day, in rain, sleet, snow.... In skirts. And, often, no socks, because I was so sick of people asking why mine didn't match.
I didn't realize until I took the bus just how *long* the trip was. And I was so scared. That road curves so much, that even if the bus had ambled along, I would've been going "SLOW DOWN!" in my mind. Gah.
I was in Chorus. And on the nights of our concerts, I'd wash my hair, mostly because I'm really bad at remembering to do that, and it was a guarantee that my hair was dirty. (Yeah, personal hygeiene, especially then, not my strong suit. So sorry.)
And then, because it hadn't dried properly, every Christmas, three Christmases running, my hair would freeze on the way to school. That? Was cold.
Today was nice. Balmy. Just below freezing. There wasn't any wind, even!
That walk was like a walk in the park.
And he's offering me a ride. Pshaw.
On the rest of my day, we invited Ana's friend Meghan over. Ana was very upset when Meghan got a time out for pushing her. And the rest of the day, she's been playing that I, or her doll, or "BabySister" (not her actual baby sister, but her imaginary friend she carries in her hands) needed a time out. I suppose it's a step up from "Time to change the diaper!", anyway....
