Tuesday, August 24, 2010

Remember when we used to dance, everyone wanted to be you and me

I made a new friend in cosmetology named Lundon. I can tell that she doesn't care what anybody thinks and I admire that. The scene girl and the fun hair gay boy aren't in my class. I bet they'll still be friends.
I have no idea what I'm wearing tomorrow and usually that would stress me out, but if worst came to worst, I would just stay in my scrubs because I can't be bothered with it all anymore. People can look at me and think 'wow what a slob' but I can smugly look back at them and think 'wow they look uncomfortable' :) I can tell that I'm going to love gti even if they give us homework. I love what I'm about to get myself into.
I feel like girls in seminary admire me. Even though I'm not perfect. Even though I make mistakes. And even though I'm not the best example. The love they show me helps me remember the love my savior has for me. I know this is a blessing from my father in heaven. I always wanted people to reach out and now I get to be the one who does that.  I feel loved.
Robbin is back and I'm so glad that she is. Because she's my hero and just seeing her gives me hope and strength. Look at her. She's fighting this battle and she's doing it with complete faith. She isn't afraid. She knows that fate will make what is supposed to happen happen. And she is going through all of this with a smile on her face. She never fails to be happy. With all of her own problems, she still looks outside of herself, towards others and encourages everybody. It is the unbiased, unconditional love that she has that I am striving to achieve. I want to become as compassionate as she is, as life loving as she is, and strong as she is. In her weakness, she is still made strong. I'll always look to her with admiration in my eyes. Thank you for all the years in aerobics. You're one of the best teachers that I've had.
I'm the girl with stars in her eyes. Again. xxxxxx

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