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I rode the red line about 7500 times last year. Everyone told me how dangerous it was.
Oh my god, Kayleigh, how can you ride that train ev-er-e-day? Oh my god you’re going to get (insert offense to my person here- raped, molested, robbed, killed..ect.)
And here I am. I have literally ridden the green line 16 times, round-trip and I get my wallet stolen from my purse. Oh. Goodie.
I wish I wish I wish i could be really furious. I wish I could. But. Ugh.
I just hope the person who stole my shit really needed help. not like the punk-ass 8th grader who HAD and Iphone in his hand and still tried to snatch mine one time on the 15. Or like the group of girls I watched pull various pieces of merch from under their jackets on the smae bus while bragging that if they just stole their lunches from the convenience store, they’d be able to save enough money to”buy that gucci.”
Just. Just. Don’t let the person who stole my stuff be an asshole who really lives by no means less than myself. Who, if they tried to withdraw some absurd amount of money from my account and were declined, wouldn’t go, “What?”
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SO. MY PARENTS AND GRANDPARENTS ARE COMING THIS WEEKEND AND I AM LIKE SOO ESSITED.
They are going to:
There are two weeks left of lead teaching.
There are two weeks until spring break.
There are two weeks (less, actually) until my parents come to Chicago for their second visit, and my Gran’s first.
There are two weeks standing in my way. At least three 10+ hours shifts at the bar. At least countless laughs and cries of humor and frustration. Ten days that I’ll get to see twenty-three beautiful, smiling faces.
And then there are 18 days. 18 days until real life. 18 days until the job hunt is really on. 18 days relaxing into the date 04/26. The last day of my Chicago internship.
28 days of teaching left.
Needless to say, I am scared and elated. I can’t WAIT to sleep in like a normal human being because I spent all weekend up until all hours of the night.I can’t wait to take weekday shifts, maybe develop a couple of regulars. I can’t wait to see what summer has in store for me. But I don’t want to leave my students.
I don’t want to see their faces as I slowly phase out. April 4th begins the intensive tutoring portion of my last weeks. I want to get them ready for first grade. I want to get them ready to succeed in life. I want to give them the GREATEST advantage.
So many emotions. Heart broken and heart beating. What will come for me in May?
When your thirteen-year-old cousin tells you that, “that person is right.” You could chalk it up to the fact that she’s wise beyond her years. You know she’s right and you know he’s right for telling you, “No more douches.”
Ten years ago that same little girl was fighting cancer. Ten years ago, you worried she’d never see a four, she’d never get to ride shot-gun in your car, she’d never get to be the junior bridesmaid at your wedding. Ten years ago it was just a blessing to squeeze he puffy little face and kiss her bald little head and hear her giggle. But she’s smart, she’s oh-so-smart and you couldn’t be prouder.
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