a scene badly written in which I must play
May. 9th, 2004 05:10 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
aruanHappy Mother's Day! I know my life, besides the mere existence of it, is infinitely better because of mine, who is absolutely the bravest, most tolerant, open-minded, selfless, understanding woman on this planet. I'm a woefully inadequate daughter, but I try not to need an occasion to remember those things.
My mom told stories about me over breakfast. I was a darling antisocial, pragmatic, perfectionistic, change-resistant, talented, willful, smart, outspoken, snobbish little girl.
- If she took the time to reason something out with me, to say why it had to be a certain way, I'm to understand I would nod solemnly and do just as she'd told me.
- She got a call a couple of weeks after I started kindergarten that I wasn't socializing at all with the other children, yet when they placed me with another group, I quickly made friends - with exactly one other girl.
- She remembers having to spend hours teaching me to write - the standards in European schools are much more strict, and I simply refused the logic that my letters should fit into some prescribed tiny little box when they were perfectly fine on their own. Miranda should find this hysterically ironic and a good portend of the rest of my life.
- I took dance classes for the first time at age seven and had no qualms about telling the other girls in the class what I thought of their sub-par efforts.
- She said the first time I was happy in school was when I started the sixth grade, when I'd been put into the gifted program.
Though I've since learned a bit of tact, it's a good thing I've never been concerned with winning popularity contests.
Found that insipid You Promised Me song, and yep, just as bad as I remember it, but now it won't taunt me. Uh, other than that, not much is new. I've been organizing and making lists, enjoying all the great Chicago recaps and loving that boy beyond words.
Dude! I didn't know Azkaban was premiering on the 23rd in England! I could totally make the day trip from Paris on the 25th and be back before my program starts on the 27th. *contemplates*
Also, I'll be in Paris in two weeks and have no earthly idea what I'm doing after I walk out of the airport. *gulp*
[ETA: My mother just brought me a glass of the wine she's sharing with a friend in the kitchen. There's still chocolate in here from the box of Godiva from my father. I'm reading fic and am under no obligation to change that state of affairs until such a time as I see fit. This is decadence.]
My mom told stories about me over breakfast. I was a darling antisocial, pragmatic, perfectionistic, change-resistant, talented, willful, smart, outspoken, snobbish little girl.
- If she took the time to reason something out with me, to say why it had to be a certain way, I'm to understand I would nod solemnly and do just as she'd told me.
- She got a call a couple of weeks after I started kindergarten that I wasn't socializing at all with the other children, yet when they placed me with another group, I quickly made friends - with exactly one other girl.
- She remembers having to spend hours teaching me to write - the standards in European schools are much more strict, and I simply refused the logic that my letters should fit into some prescribed tiny little box when they were perfectly fine on their own. Miranda should find this hysterically ironic and a good portend of the rest of my life.
- I took dance classes for the first time at age seven and had no qualms about telling the other girls in the class what I thought of their sub-par efforts.
- She said the first time I was happy in school was when I started the sixth grade, when I'd been put into the gifted program.
Though I've since learned a bit of tact, it's a good thing I've never been concerned with winning popularity contests.
Found that insipid You Promised Me song, and yep, just as bad as I remember it, but now it won't taunt me. Uh, other than that, not much is new. I've been organizing and making lists, enjoying all the great Chicago recaps and loving that boy beyond words.
Dude! I didn't know Azkaban was premiering on the 23rd in England! I could totally make the day trip from Paris on the 25th and be back before my program starts on the 27th. *contemplates*
Also, I'll be in Paris in two weeks and have no earthly idea what I'm doing after I walk out of the airport. *gulp*
[ETA: My mother just brought me a glass of the wine she's sharing with a friend in the kitchen. There's still chocolate in here from the box of Godiva from my father. I'm reading fic and am under no obligation to change that state of affairs until such a time as I see fit. This is decadence.]
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Date: May 10th, 2004 06:18 am (UTC)Was...
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Date: May 10th, 2004 09:57 am (UTC)