I think I worried a few people last night. I didint mean to, now I remember why I keep to myslef when I'm in certain headspaces. Now I just feel silly, I shall have to make apologies. I want to get off this roller coaster.
I was reading an column in "Canvas". It was about the effects good teachers can have on our lives. I remember the first teacher who told me I could write poetry. They were too silly little things, about how I found solace in books, she made a ridiculously big deal out of them. I wonder what happened to Mrs. Charteris, maybe she felt sorry for the lonely indian girl stuck in the waikato, I think I loved her.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment