11/13/09

I'm sitting in computer lab with the kindergarteners, and listening to One April Day. It seems strange to sit here reminiscing while the screens beside me flash twenty inch neon displays of A's and 5's. This sweater is way too hot. I should've gone with my second thought- not wearing three layers for the day. Sounds logical. Danielle is sitting beside me, dragging diamonds into a treasure chest. Her mouse sticks, and she can never seem to get the fourth diamond in. It's funny, isn't it? How even the most simple things relate? I'm nearly seventeen and I can't ever get all of my diamonds rounded up to dump in the neartest chest. Maybe we're all just so focused on the bright and shiny- maybe we're all a little too preoccupied. What about the rubies? And the emeralds? Momentos lost in the quake of determination. I'm constantly forgetting the little treasures, so focused on collecting all of the expectation-derived gems.