So sorry to hear about your professsor. My abnormal psy prof came back for a friend that was sick with cancer who eventually passed away, but he's still teaching there. Good poem. Talk to ya later. ~Theresa
Your words are always so touching no matter what subject you write about. That's a most fabulous tribute to your professor.
You mentioned your journal as your "bastard child" that you don't want to look at. If you've got free time (free time??? Yeah right!) keep on writing in it. I know I appreciate your thoughts, and I'm positive there are a lot of others that appreciate them too.
I know that thinking about it now this is of little comfort, but there's something you have to remember. When that day does come that your grandfather passes, as everyone must, you'll have plenty of shoulders to turn to and cry on including mine of course. No matter what life deals us, we get through. That time will come, God willing years and years from now, but you've got so many people to help you through disheartening, seemingly unbearable times like that. As always, I'm always here if you need me.
OK. . .I guess that's too much mushy talk for one comment. I'll catch you later.
You should continue writing in the journal, because it allows friends such as myself, who rarely get to talk to you, to stay updated on your life and read your poetry. It also provides an entertaining way to put off homework. See you at Christmas time.
Sorry, not a true believer as this is my first time reading your journal ever. But it appreciated it nonetheless. In addition to giving friends from home a way to know what is going on, it give friends who want to get to know you more (and might not have all that much time to talk) an insight into the kind of person you are. Though I believe that anyone who has ever talked to you should have a pretty fair idea. Keep writing. I am sorry about your professor. I don't think he would have wanted you to mourn as you have. Being a pyschology teacher, however, I am sure he understands. Use the things he taught you, by all means, and think of him, but not with regret. A life well lived is not a thing to regret, even when it is gone. But I'm sure you've figured that out already. Take care, Paul.
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You mentioned your journal as your "bastard child" that you don't want to look at. If you've got free time (free time??? Yeah right!) keep on writing in it. I know I appreciate your thoughts, and I'm positive there are a lot of others that appreciate them too.
I know that thinking about it now this is of little comfort, but there's something you have to remember. When that day does come that your grandfather passes, as everyone must, you'll have plenty of shoulders to turn to and cry on including mine of course. No matter what life deals us, we get through. That time will come, God willing years and years from now, but you've got so many people to help you through disheartening, seemingly unbearable times like that. As always, I'm always here if you need me.
OK. . .I guess that's too much mushy talk for one comment. I'll catch you later.
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You should continue writing in the journal, because it allows friends such as myself, who rarely get to talk to you, to stay updated on your life and read your poetry. It also provides an entertaining way to put off homework. See you at Christmas time.
Your true believer,
Rusty
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