don't get murdered, okay

December 1: It was the weather that always made her think of Thanksgiving and standing outside of her childhood home for the first time in months. It was blindingly bright, but a chill had recently permeated the air, like the seasons were at war with each other and the weather couldn’t decide which side to be on.

December 2: The two glass blowing instructors kept assuring us that we were perfectly safe and they wouldn’t burn us, but it’s hard not to want to back away from them when they walk directly towards you with a long, metal pole that is a bright orange from being dipped in molten glass.

December 3: A convict escaped from the hospital near the school this morning. Then when program closed, Miss Melissa told me that there had been a mugging on the street that I walk home down. “Don’t get murdered, okay?”
“I’ll try to keep that in mind.”

December 4: Knitting club has proven to be very frustrating. They have the process down when I am sitting next to them. I will watch them do ten stitches perfectly in a row, but right when I move to help out another student, they forget everything and scream that they need help before I can even sit back down.

December 5: Nick found a German Shepherd wandering the streets on his run home. He took the dog to the ACC instead of our apartment, which I feel is grounds for divorce.

December 6: Jen’s class wrote letters to Santa. We spent the morning trying to decipher what they wrote. We got stumped one one child who informed Santa that she had “been ben this year”. It took about half an hour to realize that she meant to write about how good they were, they were “bien”.

December 7: His family was its own self-contained unit that she had never been able to fit in to. The situation was like a shelf from IKEA. No matter how hard she tried to follow directions, there was always a screw or a plastic washer leftover. She was like that screw that would be put in a junk drawer somewhere and forgotten about. Not thrown away, but also not quite wanted.

December 8: In the circus tent, she flew high up in the air on two ropes and lit up by a dozen spotlights. Darkened exact replicas of herself were projected onto the walls, swinging and dancing in perfect sync.




much love,
hedgie