I was just going through some books in my bookshelf looking for something when I came across an old yearbook (1991-92) from when I was teaching. It got me to pondering what the hell has happened to me since then.
I used to consider myself to be pretty. I've always been heavy, but I took care of myself and I felt good. True, I hated the whole teaching situation (I liked working with kids, but I HATED the whole organized education institution), but I still liked me. I don't even know if I like me anymore. I've gotten lazy, selfish, and even a bit mean to some people (as was pointed out by Marcus the other day). I thought then that he was full of it, but just yesterday I caught myself being a total bitch to someone I really don't know that well.
I have so much potential, but yet I fail to realize it. Why?
I used to consider myself to be pretty. I've always been heavy, but I took care of myself and I felt good. True, I hated the whole teaching situation (I liked working with kids, but I HATED the whole organized education institution), but I still liked me. I don't even know if I like me anymore. I've gotten lazy, selfish, and even a bit mean to some people (as was pointed out by Marcus the other day). I thought then that he was full of it, but just yesterday I caught myself being a total bitch to someone I really don't know that well.
I have so much potential, but yet I fail to realize it. Why?
Name: LaDonna
