January 18 Ten years after the fall of mankind
Hello, Dear Diary,
I miss watching television on Sunday. What a completely boring thing it was to wake up in the morning and watch Kim Possible save the day again. I ate corn flakes from a box with a tiger smiling and giving me the ‘thumbs up’, because I was so great. School…
School was fun; when I think back. The people, the smell, the sounds. I remember my freshman year in high school, I was scared and cocky. Did you remember the sensation you got when the bell just sounded off and you have one moment left to scramble to class; the teacher right outside the door? I was always tardy, it makes me smile now. Oh the teacher hated it; she hated it as though tardiness was sin. I remember her, that teacher, who was older than Earth and bigger than a bus. I can’t help laughing, really I can’t. We hated her; and now I love her.
When the buses arrived I used to sing “Yellow Submarine” by the Beatles all the way home. My best friend, I don’t remember her name… Amy, Amelia, Amanda; it doesn’t matter; she used to sing with me. Can you remember dinner at your house? I do, I really do remember my mother making soup and toasted cheese with cola for a drink in a plastic glass that had the funny smell of air drying. I kind of miss sitting with my family, I really miss sitting with my family. We used to watch the news. You know before the melt down. There used to be heated arguments over political crap.
I don’t know why I ramble on today. I guess seeing the fight break out in the mid-circle today stirred memories. I feel compressed; what am I saying everyone now-a-days feel compressed. Let me tell you what happened in the circle: these two young teenagers were playing futbol. It took me a long time to get used to the word for that game; futbol. Anyway, these boys began to get into the ball game and spoke out loud about the others. Silly, stupid things that could get on any one person’s nerves. They spoke of their parents’, the who was who in this miserable, cold society. It made some mad. In my opinion nobody is a somebody in this world. Not in Circle town; we live to live one day at a time. I just stood there and watched. You know if I had said or done something some rule would have been broken. Rules and laws, you know those things that rule this world.
Another day over. I guess the futbol scene reminded me of the young boys in school or how youth in general used to act; or rather they still act like. Time does not change youth, it would seem that only the youth can change their youth.
School was fun; when I think back. The people, the smell, the sounds. I remember my freshman year in high school, I was scared and cocky. Did you remember the sensation you got when the bell just sounded off and you have one moment left to scramble to class; the teacher right outside the door? I was always tardy, it makes me smile now. Oh the teacher hated it; she hated it as though tardiness was sin. I remember her, that teacher, who was older than Earth and bigger than a bus. I can’t help laughing, really I can’t. We hated her; and now I love her.
When the buses arrived I used to sing “Yellow Submarine” by the Beatles all the way home. My best friend, I don’t remember her name… Amy, Amelia, Amanda; it doesn’t matter; she used to sing with me. Can you remember dinner at your house? I do, I really do remember my mother making soup and toasted cheese with cola for a drink in a plastic glass that had the funny smell of air drying. I kind of miss sitting with my family, I really miss sitting with my family. We used to watch the news. You know before the melt down. There used to be heated arguments over political crap.
I don’t know why I ramble on today. I guess seeing the fight break out in the mid-circle today stirred memories. I feel compressed; what am I saying everyone now-a-days feel compressed. Let me tell you what happened in the circle: these two young teenagers were playing futbol. It took me a long time to get used to the word for that game; futbol. Anyway, these boys began to get into the ball game and spoke out loud about the others. Silly, stupid things that could get on any one person’s nerves. They spoke of their parents’, the who was who in this miserable, cold society. It made some mad. In my opinion nobody is a somebody in this world. Not in Circle town; we live to live one day at a time. I just stood there and watched. You know if I had said or done something some rule would have been broken. Rules and laws, you know those things that rule this world.
Another day over. I guess the futbol scene reminded me of the young boys in school or how youth in general used to act; or rather they still act like. Time does not change youth, it would seem that only the youth can change their youth.
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