The nice thing about packing is finding things that you really just forgot you had. I have found awesome things. A skip rope, my ex's passport (looks like he hasn't left the country in the past 4 years), my lease, my favorite red nail polish and the Dettol.
Turns out I should stop buying scissors because I have about 7 pairs. It's quite fun.
I also have (not kidding) about 20 journals and notebooks full of words from the past 14 years.
I'm packing them in to a box for my boys one day. If they're interested. Or maybe I'll become a famous, interesting person and those journals will sell for millions and their pages framed in museums. Probably not though.
I don't really know what to do with them. Box the little guys up? I can't read them, like at all. I think I will cringe my socks off if I had to read what I thought about the world when I was 14. Or read about how in love I thought I was with the boy that sat behind me in maths. Really? Ugh I just remembered my maths teacher.
Countless arguments...
"My answer is right, why didn't I get marks?"
"You didn't use the right formula"
"But it's right"
"But you get marks for the formula"
"So if I use the formula and my answer is wrong... do I get marks?"
"No"
"I'm sorry that really doesn't make sense"
"It's in your textbook.."
"But the answer is RIGHT"
"Please take your seat"
What an ass. What a stupid system. I never ever responded well to authority. And those f*ckers never gave you a straight answer about anything. Like they were on some gag order or something. The only teachers I ever liked was my English teacher. Because she knew what she was talking about.
We had this "Life coach / Counseling" teacher. What a joke. I couldn't sit there and listen to her. How am I supposed to take life advice about "the world out there" from someone that has never actually left school? Think about it.
Anyway. Ugh. See why I can't read my journals? Now I'm just angry at the schooling system and will need more wine. Shoot.
Back to my packing.