i only have eleven sleeps until i get on my first of 3 planes to get to india!
people keep asking me what i want to do when i finish cwy. and i don’t know.
so i was thinking, what combines horticulture, photography and learning languages?
the best answer that i came up with was to be a traveling flower photographer. (which would be seriously awesome.)
my catch phrase would be “botanize this.”
i am having a good day.
i just got a formal written warning.
but i am still having a good day. i am excited about the play tour i am going on tomorrow. i am anticipating the group respect and goal talk.
i am a few days past the third point in the program, and i have one warning. one out of a possible two. at this rate i will be kicked out of the program. i do not want that. and i think that this was a ridiculous warning to get. i understand why i got it. i understand that i had no choice.
well, i had a choice. my choices were to not go out and have fun, but i did that. and i tried to get home. i really did. 2 cabs were called. 2 cabs did not show up. that is when i choose to stay where i was: inside, sleepy and warm. i thought, briefly, about walking home, but it was below zero out, and by the time i had given up on the second cab it was around 4am. the walk would also have taken me close to an hour.