dear you know why diary,
i was never the last person to be picked at school when teams were picked for kick ball, or dodge ball, or any team sport. i always dedicated my whole self to whichever team i was on- even if my closest buddies were on the opposing side. i could slam that big red rubber ball- almost into outer space, in fact, there might still be a couple on the roof yet mr. flemming (the janitor) hasn't found. mr flemming was still the custodian when my boys went to the same grade school twenty some years later and he said my kids acted just like me. when i asked if that was good or bad, he told me that it wasn't bad, that it was very, "amusing." i know i was never the cutest kid in the school, but i'll bet you i was one of the ones that got remembered for smiling more than the rest. i was pretty active until i would fall asleep at my desk. the notes went home about how all i wanted to do was 'horseplay,' and how i must not be sleeping at night because i couldn't stay awake all day. well life got easier with each grade and now i am an adult. then i found out my sleeping schedule ain't all my fault. now i know that running around and making sound will keep me awake- but it can drive others around me crazy insane if there is no sense of what i am saying to be made. leaving over the past five years my routines in my behaviors i'd adopted, i wanted to hide my little issue and eagerly tried to be what i thought was normal, i wanted to try and have the chance to have an eight hour day- with the possibility of overtime. i thought i'd have the backup in case something were to go wrong- i thought i had a safety net. but then i kicked the big red ball on the roof and it hasn't come down from there yet.
i was never the last person to be picked at school when teams were picked for kick ball, or dodge ball, or any team sport. i always dedicated my whole self to whichever team i was on- even if my closest buddies were on the opposing side. i could slam that big red rubber ball- almost into outer space, in fact, there might still be a couple on the roof yet mr. flemming (the janitor) hasn't found. mr flemming was still the custodian when my boys went to the same grade school twenty some years later and he said my kids acted just like me. when i asked if that was good or bad, he told me that it wasn't bad, that it was very, "amusing." i know i was never the cutest kid in the school, but i'll bet you i was one of the ones that got remembered for smiling more than the rest. i was pretty active until i would fall asleep at my desk. the notes went home about how all i wanted to do was 'horseplay,' and how i must not be sleeping at night because i couldn't stay awake all day. well life got easier with each grade and now i am an adult. then i found out my sleeping schedule ain't all my fault. now i know that running around and making sound will keep me awake- but it can drive others around me crazy insane if there is no sense of what i am saying to be made. leaving over the past five years my routines in my behaviors i'd adopted, i wanted to hide my little issue and eagerly tried to be what i thought was normal, i wanted to try and have the chance to have an eight hour day- with the possibility of overtime. i thought i'd have the backup in case something were to go wrong- i thought i had a safety net. but then i kicked the big red ball on the roof and it hasn't come down from there yet.
