I was finishing up a BS in Ed, doing my semester of student teaching at a parochial residential high school in Missouri.
Pretty rough stuff, as the kids really needed to bounce things off of adults that cared about them at a time like that, and those were pretty few and far between.
so embarrassed! i don't really read about music, just listen (like radio, tv, n stuff)
mea culpa!
and what is even more sad about this, is that i *knew* that, back in the day....when I was a teen...
i hate it how memories fade...as you get older...and things hurt less...
i mean...i am afraid that one day my dad is going to fade from my memory too. (sorry to be so morose..) i already forget how he smelled, and six years ago, I was SURE i would never forget. now i wish i still hurt as badly, so i'd remember as well.
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Pretty rough stuff, as the kids really needed to bounce things off of adults that cared about them at a time like that, and those were pretty few and far between.
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It's not you, it's me.
I was riding home from the bus stop with my mom. I recall being unshocked. Actually, I'm sadder about it now, as an adult, than I ever was as a teen.
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so embarrassed! i don't really read about music, just listen (like radio, tv, n stuff)
mea culpa!
and what is even more sad about this, is that i *knew* that, back in the day....when I was a teen...
i hate it how memories fade...as you get older...and things hurt less...
i mean...i am afraid that one day my dad is going to fade from my memory too. (sorry to be so morose..) i already forget how he smelled, and six years ago, I was SURE i would never forget. now i wish i still hurt as badly, so i'd remember as well.
um, i digressed.
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