Why Me?
I am trying to figure out why it is that I collect wounded people for friends. I was looking for someone to study with for History, so on break from class last Thursday night I went out to talk to one of the students in class who also has kids. We talked for a few minutes, and decided to get together on Friday to study for the upcoming test. There is just so much material to cover I thought having someone else to work with would help me. Friday I went and picked her up and we came back to my house to study cause it was quite, and she stayed until yesterday. After we had studied here for several hours she started having a disagreement with her mom on the phone. She asked to stay the night Friday night to let things cool off with her mom before she went home. Things didn’t cool off, if anything the argument continued to heat up, with Paul and I sort of stuck in the middle. I missed out on most of the weekend for studying for Art Appreciation, and did not get the chance to take Ashley on the Halloween Hike at Oat-land Island Education Center. I am just wondering why I have become a magnet for wounded birds.
3 Responses to “Why Me?”
By schalicto on Oct 29, 2007
This does seem like a recurring story for you.
By Coral on Oct 29, 2007
I know huh? They come for an afternoon and stay for a week!
By Mom on Oct 29, 2007
I love you sweety, you may have a problem saying “no” to people. Practice saying “no I’m sorry that won’t work for our family” (Of course I don’t want you practicing saying that on me.)