Sitting in my desk writing down notes I start to dream of what that must have been like for my mom & dad. Writing down notes that don't make any sense, trying to figure out a way to wrap your head around the idea of even doing note, when you finally snap out of your day dream and go on with your life, as if nothing is happening and the results are so pleasant, you realize the teacher is yelling your name and telling you to answer the question on the board. Your class starts to laugh at you and the only one who doesn't is your best friend, but inside they are laughing the hardest. I've have always wanted to know what that would be like, but I think I'm living that right now.
The Notes we take
February 4, 2011