Hmmmm…
There’s this one book I read a while ago called The Boyfriend List. In it, the main character’s mom has this business where she tours all over the world, giving passionate, inspirational speeches. She calls this tour “Alaine Oliver, Feel the Noise!” Well, her daughter goes to see this psychologist because she had a panic attack, and the psychologist says she’s living her life in a very passive way, just like her mother. The girl laughs and says, “My mother? Alaine Oliver, Feel the Noise? Passive?” And the shrink says yes, because Alaine Oliver rants and rants about stuff, but never does a single thing about it. She’s all talk and no walk. I’m worried that’s the way I am. (Were you wondering what the point to that story was?)
OK, here’s why I’m suddenly comparing myself to a fictional character’s mother. You know, toward the beginning of the year, when I said I was going to talk to my English teacher about getting tests Brailled instead of read to me? Well, she’s still a stone wall about it. She won’t even Braille 20-question vocab quizzes like the one on Friday!!! So I have to take them in the room of one of the resource teachers. And she’s a wonderful person. She’s really nice, doesn’t treat me like a baby or condescend me, and she really wants to help. But the thing is that while she’s trying to read the questions to me, she’s also trying to keep control of the class she supervises. It is not a good atmosphere for a quiz or test. At all. And it’s a good thing we went over the answers she marked down for me because she did one wrong. And it’s not like I blame her; she had a lot going on. But there has got to be a better way to do this.
So the reason I think I’m like Alaine Oliver is that I can rant for hours in this diary about how I’m perfectly capable of standing up for myself, but then I can’t even find the courage to make my English teacher see that having oral tests in a room filled with talking, laughing kids is more than a little frustrating. But I’m going to try again Monday. I’m not sure what I’ll say, but I don’t want to just sit and have a big ranting pity party for KD anymore. I want to fight for what I feel is fair.
Well. Now that I got that out, I have some exciting news: my DC, Live in Atlanta DVD is on its way! It shipped Thursday, and doesn’t even come out until Tuesday! How cool is that?
I am now gonna (legally) download some songs. See y’all later. Parting thought: I TOOK THE HOURGLASS, LEFT THE SAND, YOU GOT TIME ON YOUR HANDS!!!! (Lyrics from “Little Goodbyes” by SheDaisy)
KD
