Friday September 3, 2010.
So, I've been pretty upset for a week that I didn't want to mention that my brother had left for college. It was nice meeting his room mate and all of the friends he made during his August term at Ferrum. The sad part was watching him walk away with his backpack on and when he kept looking back it made it all the more harder. What really set me off into tearing up was when my dad said "There goes our little boy, all grown up." I really wanted to cry. Because I hung out with my brother almost all of the time, I've learned that it's weak to cry. When we got home, I was numb. I swear I couldn't feel anything. My cat was constantly sitting on me or following me because he was worried about me. I was extremely depressed that week. Today, I still feel like the house is too quiet. He was the one person who could make me laugh the hardest and there will be no one else like him in my life. Even as a helpless baby he made me laugh the hardest when no one else could. It's just hard to grasp that I don't get to fool around anymore. I feel like life is going by too fast and it makes me depressed that I can't do anything to slow it down. Sure, I try to cherish every moment of my days but nothing will quell the silence of an empty house when both of my parents aren't home because they work. If my brother was there, we would be doing homework for a while then we would be fooling around and making a lot of noise to break the annoying silence of our seemingly large home. Now that he's at college, I can't help but visit his room on occasion. My mom and dad cleaned it up so it's pretty empty right now. It nearly broke my heart when they finished cleaning it and I just couldn't muster the strenght to keep those blasted tears in. His cat, Gandolf, sat in his doorway as if expecting for him to run in and toss him onto the bed or brush him with the same brush he brushes his own hair with. It made me cry, and I didn't cry much. I just couldn't. My dad brought me up to be tough like my brother was, and I'm glad he did. If he hadn't, I'd be curled up in a ball in my room right now, and there's no exaggerating there. I guess the long paragraph is just explaining how sad it makes me that we're no longer the little kids running around and causing havoc that we used to be.
Instead, I'm spending time at my mom's school helping her prepair for her new students for this year. My mom teaches math, I don't know how she can stand it but she does. Currently, I'm using her computer to type up my stories on this cool website, onepageperday.com. I really like it. It helps me get out all of my feelings on a computer because my handwriting is illegible otherwise. It's the one trait from my mother that I cherish the most(sarcasm). I love you mom!
She decided to read this while I was typing.
So, I've been pretty upset for a week that I didn't want to mention that my brother had left for college. It was nice meeting his room mate and all of the friends he made during his August term at Ferrum. The sad part was watching him walk away with his backpack on and when he kept looking back it made it all the more harder. What really set me off into tearing up was when my dad said "There goes our little boy, all grown up." I really wanted to cry. Because I hung out with my brother almost all of the time, I've learned that it's weak to cry. When we got home, I was numb. I swear I couldn't feel anything. My cat was constantly sitting on me or following me because he was worried about me. I was extremely depressed that week. Today, I still feel like the house is too quiet. He was the one person who could make me laugh the hardest and there will be no one else like him in my life. Even as a helpless baby he made me laugh the hardest when no one else could. It's just hard to grasp that I don't get to fool around anymore. I feel like life is going by too fast and it makes me depressed that I can't do anything to slow it down. Sure, I try to cherish every moment of my days but nothing will quell the silence of an empty house when both of my parents aren't home because they work. If my brother was there, we would be doing homework for a while then we would be fooling around and making a lot of noise to break the annoying silence of our seemingly large home. Now that he's at college, I can't help but visit his room on occasion. My mom and dad cleaned it up so it's pretty empty right now. It nearly broke my heart when they finished cleaning it and I just couldn't muster the strenght to keep those blasted tears in. His cat, Gandolf, sat in his doorway as if expecting for him to run in and toss him onto the bed or brush him with the same brush he brushes his own hair with. It made me cry, and I didn't cry much. I just couldn't. My dad brought me up to be tough like my brother was, and I'm glad he did. If he hadn't, I'd be curled up in a ball in my room right now, and there's no exaggerating there. I guess the long paragraph is just explaining how sad it makes me that we're no longer the little kids running around and causing havoc that we used to be.
Instead, I'm spending time at my mom's school helping her prepair for her new students for this year. My mom teaches math, I don't know how she can stand it but she does. Currently, I'm using her computer to type up my stories on this cool website, onepageperday.com. I really like it. It helps me get out all of my feelings on a computer because my handwriting is illegible otherwise. It's the one trait from my mother that I cherish the most(sarcasm). I love you mom!
She decided to read this while I was typing.
