Day Late Friend

"Tell her she's a whore John Proctor!" Possibly one of my favourite lines in a play ever.

Trumped only by: "In truths that she learned, or in times that he cried. In bridges he burned, or in the way that she died." And possibly others that I can't remember right now.

In my English class we're watching The Great Gatsby. So combined this piece of Arthur Millers genius with that of F. Scott Fitzgerald to make, "Tell him she's a whore, Jay Gatsby!"

I have to write, preform, and edit a skit for my Psychology class. It's due on Tuesday.

I have work all week. This makes for writing and filming and editing a skit rather hard. But, it's based on Harry Potter, so that makes it a whole lot easier.

Okay, that's just a rant of what's going on in my mind. Now on to the deep stuff:

I've always been able to tell when people are being fake. Particularly people that would be deemed as professionals. Call it a gift, if you will. And, I'm pretty good at telling when my boss is stretching it a little.

"They don't pay me enough to babysit you guys."

"I love you guys. More than you'll ever know."

"Call me at any time, we'll chat. I'll take you to coffee. We'll have dinner. I'm here for you."

I've always thought, when he said those things, that he was being dramatic.

But, as a certain middle schooler who will remain nameless has gone through a tough break up, and I've always told the middle schoolers to shot me a text at any time and I'd help them out to the best of my ability, I'm starting to realize that I feel the way Matt talks.

I don't get paid anything, but I'm willing to be there.

I do love them. And I don't think they realize how much.

I've offered to take her out. Go for a smoothie. She calls me at ten o'clock to talk about her bible readings.

Maybe Matt isn't as dramatic as I make him out to be.

What does this mean? When I find myself constantly asking God, "God, just. Watch her. Please God. Just keep an eye on her. Give her the strength to make it through the day. Give her wisdom to make the right decisions. God, help her."

Now, I'm not saying that when I pray, I constantly ask God, "God, today help me. Make today a good day for me." But as a human being who knows she can be sufficiently selfish, I find myself in awe of the fact that something as simple as one of my youth getting dumped can help me realize how impacted I am by my job.

I told my best friends that I will never really be able to have a life of my own. I will live for my church, my youth, my God.

I know they can handle it. That's not my biggest concern; it's if I can.

DAYS UNTIL I LEAVE FOR PERU: 35