I love little things in life. Today Marty and myself went to visit my old house on Benton Avenue. I haven't stepped foot inside of it in i believe 5-6 years. But when i saw it, i could just remember everything that happened in that home. All those great memories. I realized where i actually did come from, i didnt grow up rich. I didnt grow up with lots of stuff. I grew up with my family and us staying close. Now dont get me wrong. We were fed and we had things to play with. But we didnt get by, by much. That refreshed me in a sense, a new love for the things around me. But tonight i got on to look up stuff for my construction tech exam and i started talking to one of the most enthralling, most genius, and truly kind people i know. Lis Callahan. She always draws me in and makes me want to listen. When everyone else fails at getting to me, she does. Dont know why, but i thank her for it with all of my heart. Well i accidently told her that i dont really do my homework. And she showed me the errors of my ways. By the way this is after my mother said that is so jealous of me and my brain and how she wishes she had it. My whole family is mad at me for my grades. My mazha always got on my back about how everyone else has to study but i naturally pick things up just by looking at them. Its true but i dont tend to use it. Then my teachers were constantly frustrated with me, because the homework assignments i did were well done, but i did very few. They said that i had the ability but i didnt use it. One teacher called me a genius that doesnt do his work. He was red in the face. it made me giggle. But after all of these people telling me and me not listening. It took one girl to say "Your dooming yourself" to get the facts through my head.




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