So yesterday when I got to school I was exhausted and angry because the bus I needed to take decided it wasn't going to be in service. That it wasn't going to work and take me where I needed to be- at least not on time. Whatever though, I was cool, I had my caribou, and all was right with the world as soon as I stepped into that air conditioned homeroom. I got to chill for like, four minutes maybe? I was only half way finished with writing yesterday's post when the summer school coordinator came in and asked me to map out some bus routes (which we never even used by the way), which was cool. I could do some busy work, the only problem with that? I was already busy. But being a good student and individual, I told her I could tear myself away for a moment to get it done as soon I was done with updating IMVHO. When she asked me, "Are you sure that's a good idea?" or "Is that safe?" or something. I don't remember what her exact words were. But they were distressing.
I told her that of course it was, I was just blogging. "Yeah, that's what I mean." was her trite reply. After telling her that it was super safe because I didn't even use my real name, she told me, "Well, that's kind of weird. I don't know if that's acceptable either."
I wanted to ask if she was kidding. Shake some sense into her. But I gave her the benefit of the doubt and chalked it up to her not being very familiar with it. So I went on my merry way and continued the post, and thought all was done with. Not the case.
If you live anywhere close to St. Paul you know that it rained like, SUPER a lot yesterday. All our plan were changed and instead of going down to Minnehaha falls, we stayed in and partied. Everything was fine, she even decided to sit with me and my friend. I was just sitting there eating my lunch, having a good time, until someone says, "Let's watch Catfish."
Catfish of course is that movie about that one guy who starts a facebook relationship with what he thinks is a hot 20 something, but turns out to be a lonely woman. In my view, it was a passive agressive way to get me to stop my online activities (good luck). So I went and did something else because I've seen this movie a thousand times. When it was over they called me back in and started a group discussion- about blogging. This lady just had something against it , I don't know what it was. I guess she assumed that since I used a penname for my blog, that I HAD to have had a whole life as that person. She told me pennames was okay for writing, which is what I'm doing- but not for everyday activities. I wanted to shake her. Bringing like, thirteen people into the conversation? Really? If you have something against blogging, or if you take issue with ME blogging, just tell me why. Or that you do. Don't be passive aggressive. Just take me aside and talk to me about it. It doesn't matter that you're wrong, I'll still listen to what you have to say.
I guess the bottom line is, this is a way for me to cope with stress, if you have a problem with that, I can stop. But you'll have bruised feelings at the end of it. Just a heads up. Oh, and educate yourself before you take issue with something that isn't really a big deal in the scheme of things.