Yup, I'm Home.

And I think I'm going to start blogging...either here on facebook or through a wordpress or something along those lines. I just need a place to express myself--I think some last vestiges of that Gov School narcissism are still with me. Apologies.

As the title states...yup, I'm home. And somewhat happy. I missed my momma, my bed, and my hair dryer...my boy, my friends, my books...wawa...the smell of rain, the sound of thunder, sleep. My closet. My shoes. Lots of things.

But I miss Gov School a lot more. Forbes avenue, 5th avenue, Craig street. Schenley. Soldiers and Sailors. David Lawrence. Posvar, for christ's sake. Reed. Corbesero. Shallenberger. Glasgow. Even...Kabala? what the hell?! Every single RTA. Every single student--but especially team Kenya, and above all, my Wing girls. The things I can't say here--fuck me sideways. Bitches and Hoes. Fuck my life. Or even the short and sweet "Yo, Bitch." And of course, TGIF, Motherfuckers.

I'm disgusted to report that I've been...reflecting. Damn it. Old habits die hard, I suppose. And I realized that I've learned a a lot about the world, and myself. And despite all of the work, I'd rather be across the state LEARNING. I wonder how my curiosity will ever be satisfied back in a school full of kids that don't care, teachers that try their damnedest to share their knowledge, and administrators that block them in every way they can. And how will I get used to being 'that kid' again? The only one with opinions, the only one willing to raise her hand, the only girl willing to rub elbows with the guys and prove herself to her peers, her teachers, etc...

Alright, maybe being that angsty isn't justified. I have to turn this around, manipulate the anger until it turns into something else. Inspiration? Drive? Yeah, that sounds good. They were always there, always a part of me, they've just been inflated by the experience. And at Souderton that might make me a Clinton wannabe, or a bitch,or a dyke, any number of things, but I don't care. One day people around here will start to learn what success is--they'll be surprised to find it's not money, not brand names, not beauty.

it's happiness, and confidence...