My Grammar Nazi days have been long and many. Other students either REALLY loved having me check their work, or they REALLY hated it. I guess some people just can't stand criticism.
Looking back, I remember one time in fifth grade, we were supposed to write an essay or a story or something. So I did. To make it look extra fancy, I asked my mom to type it up on her computer and print it for me.
As I stood in front of the class the next day to read my work, I looked down at the page and started crying. Mom had messed it up! There were question marks where exclamation points should have been, misspellings, and even weird capitalization. I started sobbing, right there in front of the class. I couldn't believe it.
Mom was flabbergasted when I confronted her. She thought she was helping me, by making it look like I had typed it, and not her. Except I wouldn't have had those mistakes. My original paper didn't, which is what I ended up turning in.
Mom's never touched another one of my papers since.
2/17/12
A long time, a lot of growth
It has been a long time since I have last written anything. A long time since I really wanted to.
A lot has changed since I last wrote here. Nothing to do with the spiritual stuff, but mostly a large paradigm shift.
My politics are different. Occupy Wall Street opened my eyes. I'd known corporations weren't my friend. I just didn't realize they were my enemy. I also really, really hate the GOP.
My parenting is different. I can't breastfeed anymore. I miss it. My son is walking now, eating solid foods. He's a real person, with a great personality. It's the weirdest thing ever, seeing a 2" tall person walking around the living room.
I'm more in touch with my sexuality. I was never really scared of sex, always knew I was somewhat attracted to females, but I've discovered so much more about myself.
My emotional health is different, and I'm not sure it's in a good way. Las Vegas (We moved back in October) is wearing me down. Emotional and verbal abuse from my dad, my mom is extremely negative... It's adding up, and now I can see why I was so depressed growing up. Oddly, I'm proud of myself for surviving my childhood, if this is what I lived through. I just hope I don't pass it on to the next generation.
A lot has changed since I last wrote here. Nothing to do with the spiritual stuff, but mostly a large paradigm shift.
My politics are different. Occupy Wall Street opened my eyes. I'd known corporations weren't my friend. I just didn't realize they were my enemy. I also really, really hate the GOP.
My parenting is different. I can't breastfeed anymore. I miss it. My son is walking now, eating solid foods. He's a real person, with a great personality. It's the weirdest thing ever, seeing a 2" tall person walking around the living room.
I'm more in touch with my sexuality. I was never really scared of sex, always knew I was somewhat attracted to females, but I've discovered so much more about myself.
My emotional health is different, and I'm not sure it's in a good way. Las Vegas (We moved back in October) is wearing me down. Emotional and verbal abuse from my dad, my mom is extremely negative... It's adding up, and now I can see why I was so depressed growing up. Oddly, I'm proud of myself for surviving my childhood, if this is what I lived through. I just hope I don't pass it on to the next generation.
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