this is the worst summer of my life.
I hate my job. I'm a bad swim instructor. the kids think i'm mean. I hate working at a country club. I feel like the younger guards talk about me behind my back. I am worried that Mr. England thinks that i don't deserve the head guard title.
The store is boring.
I wish i didn't have to go to the gym all the time. Not like i have anything better to do.
My shoulders still hurt from practice on Monday.
No one is home.
I have no money.
Even if people were home it's not like i can stay up late enough to hang out with anyone anyway.
Wednesday, July 25, 2007
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2 comments:
sarah - don't be sad! i will be home very, very soon, and i promise that we will hang out a TON!
we'll make you hang out. even though i'm only home for a week at least it is something and you haveeee to hang out with me. obligation.
i love you
a lot
and little kids talk about EVERYONE behind their backs. all adults are mean when you're a little kid, especially your teachers.
of course you deserve to be head guard, you have seniority. and are awesome.
i should stop talking b/c it's probably not making you feel better but i want it to, because i can't give you a hug.
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