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We've been working on a unit in school about influential people. I asked the kids to study a certain list and then choose one they are interested in. I then asked them to pretend their person was still alive. They were to think of different things they would like to say or ask that person. To get them started, we had just finished an interested discussion over Helen Keller. So, I probed them by asking, "What kinds of things would you like to ask Helen Keller?" The first blurted out question came from an innocent girl. "What's her favorite color?" Priceless.
Today the air was crisp and sunny. Inside, I wished it would be stormy. I longed for wind and rain... danger that would make my heart pound. Darkness. I miss the storms of the panhandle. I loved watching a beautiful day like today begin to develop. First, small puffy clouds would float about bathing in the sun. Soon they would clump together, exploding into enormous towers of cotton. I could spend an entire afternoon watching the cells build. Living somewhere flat allowed one to view this process from miles away. Slowly, the towers would begin to darken and join each other. Thunder would roll from a distance like giants jumping around in excitement. The wind would blow softly, waiting for it to happen. Eventually, the storms would arrive and the sky would darken. Rain would pour and wind would howl. I loved when these storms were capable of producing tornadoes. Maybe it was the thrill of the hunt, I'm not sure. I loved being there-- immersed in such power. I am in awe of these storms. Terrified of them. Storms like these scream and yell causing destruction. The kind that are so intriguing and threatening, only an insane person would be watching.
Waiting.
When the rain stops, and the wind is gone, the birds start to fly, the squirrels crawl out of their shelters... the sun comes back out. The grass gets greener. And in the background lies my favorite part. I love the back of the storm. The dark, deep blue that broods in the distance. The worst is over... and everything glows as the sun shines in comparison. I think, life is much this way. My excitement for life storms dims as I endure the destruction. But in the end, I guess I only have to wait for the sun.
Well, it seems that I took up blogging and then quite suddenly abrupted. Oh well.
I, like many other suckered readers, obsessively read the Twilight series. I will agree that it is a very good read. I felt like the characters were my friends, that my desire in life was to become a vampire, and finally-- that I too was in love with Edward. My my, am I now 15? I had similar problems with the show "Friends"... still to this day I play a season in the background when I'm feeling lonely. I have all 10 seasons.. and have seen them so much that I don't need to view the screen to know what their faces look like. They ARE my friends. :)
Anyway, all of this vampire nonsense got me thinking. I simply MUST be part vampire. Or maybe, another theory could be that teachers are part vampire. If you think about it, we do have superhuman skill when it comes to certain things. I am keenly aware of exactly who is whispering in the corner before I ever look up. Without a glance, I can calmly but quite scarily remind them to keep their voice down. It is quite humorous to catch them when they feel they are very good at getting away with things. I also can move as fast as needed in order to snatch up a note or break up a fight on the playground. And lastly, how easy is it to scare these little munchkins into thinking I'M intimidating? Although, if I'm thinking into fantasy, I suppose I wish I could manifest into a teacher at Hogwarts. How exciting would that be? I could turn them all into pencils! I guess, as exhausted as I am at the end of every day, I can only hope to be something of the super natural- to survive and triumph over 8 year olds.
