“What kind of table?” She asked. “The kitchen table? The periodic table? The table of contents?”
January 26: Her favorite thing in the world was people’s obsessions. The more time and money they spent on it, the more she was intrigued by what drew them to it. That’s why she loved Bigfoot believers so much. People who believe in Bigfoot never half-ass their faith. All the ones she had met in her life spent their weekends making petitions to section off parts of the woods as a Bigfoot preservation or opened museums they couldn’t afford to tell random motorists about the latest hair sample found deep in the forests of Nepal.
She felt the same way about Sabrina’s belief in astrology. While Olivia couldn’t see how star placements could mold a person’s personality, she loved the way Sabrina looked when she talked about is. The way her eyes lit up and the curve of her smile could make her believe just enough to never voice her criticisms out loud.January 27: Whenever I had a sore throat as a kid, I pictured it was a giant teeter totter of stone sitting where my collar bones joined together. It was made of the same red sandstone I saw in pictures of Arizona. One end dug into my vocal cords while the other side scraped the back of my throat. When I swallowed any food, the ends would tilt and grind against the soft cartilage of my Trachea. Then when the food went down, it would slam back to equilibrium.
January 28: Mr. Patel moved around everything in his classroom again. I’ve been in his room for two weeks and this is my third time making a new seating chart.
January 29: I set a time at the beginning of every Girl Power lesson to talk about issues that are on their minds. Milo brought up how much she dislikes being seen as bratty and uncapable because she is a girl. Celeste brought up how annoying it was that she saved up a ton of virtual money to buy a car in a video game, but it turns out she can only afford a bicycle.
January 30: In the year when I lived in San Diego and couldn’t get out of bed before three in the afternoon, Nick bought me a book about quarter-life crises. It was full of short essays of people describing their bouts with depression. I never read the entire book. Most of the people were terrible writers and their quick paragraphs all read the same way: things sucked for a while, but now they are better. But the book did help a lot. There were so many of these stories, sometimes even five of them were crammed onto one page. So many people went through this too and they are all still here to tell their stories.
January 31: We did trust falls in Girl Power today. It took about ten minutes for them to trust each other enough that the person falling didn’t take a tentative step backwards in case they were not caught. I turned around for a minute to get the supplies for our trust walk obstacle course when they decided to try a trust fall line. Seven girls lined up and all fell onto the person behind them. It did not work out they way they thought it would. They were just a row of human dominoes.
much love,
hedgie
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