My Personal Narrative

I have a narrative that runs through my head all day. And it is usually in the form of conversations I intend on having at some point. I am usually "talking" to Art, Judy & Marissa (my team), my dogs, my students, or Anna. I have these conversations going so often, that I often can't remember what I've said aloud, and what I've just 'thought'. This past week I've had to ask a student, twice, if I said something aloud, or just thought it. It's really an issue.

This week I've noticed my narrative has shifted primarily to 'blogging'... I've been 'thinking' what I should, or could, be writing here. But I never take the time to actually sit down to write it (mostly because it seems a bit inane to actually put into words), until I was sitting here enjoying my grapefruit when the narrative took over and I thought - Just Write it Down! Even if it's just about grapefruit. So here is a bit of the narrative in my head....My friend Marissa eats a grapefruit every day for lunch. We used to accuse her of being on the grapefruit diet, but really she just bought them at Costco and we all know what kind of a commitment you get from shopping at Costco. Each day she enjoys her grapefruit and manages to carry on a conversation and not make a sticky mess. Today I decided to have a grapefruit for my after school snack while I caught up on my blog reading. Let just say that outside the narrative running through my brain, I was not able to accomplish anything. And, I'm sticky, my desk is sticky, I shot grapefruit all over myself, and I haven't even gotten to the juice. I'm just not as talented as Marissa.

Today was Maturation. I enjoy maturation, but only because we have the funniest lady come and present. She takes a serious and uncomfortable situation and makes everyone giggle. It is always fun to watch faces turn red and girls look at their moms as if they might die, but we all survive. Maybe it's just the cookie that pulls them through.

Ok, that's all. Because it's the end of the day (yes 5:00 is approaching bedtime for me), and by this point, forming full and complete sentences is a chore. But I do feel better after having unloaded a bit of the narrative.