“Don’t get strung out by the way that I look,
Don’t judge a book by its cover
I’m not much of a man by the light of day,
But by night I’m one hell of a lover..”
 - “Sweet Transvestite”, Rocky Horror Picture Show

 Keboobalah’s got me all buzzed now.

He’s playing Rocky.  And Jay is playing Dr. Frankenfurter.  And, if what I hear is correct, our own Caroline will be playing Magenta.  Throw in a Phil Parker as RiffRaff, add a dash of the fabulous Chris Clark as Brad.. you have a DAY-UM good show.

That’s an AWESOME thing to come back to after a honeymoon.

 “There’s so much that we share,
that it’s time we’re aware
it’s a small world after all.”
- “It’s a Small World”, DisneyHell 

You know, there’s a (very naive) portion of my brain that thinks that I write this and only my friends read it. 

.. okay, odd sidenote.. my cubemate just answered her phone and said, “Well, what I was planning was.. when I see those pearly gates, I’m gonna have a cell phone on me..” And I had to stop listening.

Anyway, back to my naive little world.  It’s a happy world, being so naive.  Ah, the bliss of ignorance.

So I’m talking to mom today, and she mentions a conversation with my aunt.  My aunt tells the story of my cousin, sitting around the office, chatting with his coworkers about blogs.  Someone referenced a blog they had recently come across (and, I’m hoping, fell in love with), and my cousin read a bit of it.  “Hang on a minute,” he said, and began scrolling down.  Sure enough.. “OHMYGOD, THAT’S MY COUSIN.”

I hope it wasn’t some overly-flattering post that they found.  You know, like my detailed bowel-movement entries.  Cause that would just be too perfect.

Either way..

.. Hi, Robert.

“it doesn’t take a talent
to be mean.
your words can crush things
that are unseen.
so, please,
be careful with me.
i’m sensitive.
and i’d like to stay that way.”
- “I’m Sensitive”, Jewel

I am not a child.

I may be young, but I am not a child.

You may have known me when I was a child.  You may have been an authoritative figure when I was a child.

But I am not a child.

And when you speak to me as if I am, when you slow down your words as if I’m unable to comprehend them, when the condesencion in your voice is clogging my throat.. it upsets me.  Greatly.

I need to hear something good every now and then.  I need you to point out something I did RIGHT, so that I don’t feel that all is hopeless.  I need you to acknowledge that I am working — HARD — to show you what you want to see.  I need you to treat me with the same kid gloves you treat other adults with, and not manhandle me because I’ve been your child.  I need you to know that I’m on your side.  I need you to be worried when I tell you I’m sick.  I need you to feign concern when I say that I have no voice and I’m running a temperature of 102, rather than brush me off.  Mostly, I need you to know that, behind the scenes, I’m working awfully hard to keep the morale up.

I was your child.  I have grown up, gone off, learned much, and have come back.  I’m not the child I was.  And should you keep finding fault in things that I do, perhaps it’s time to criticize not the student, but the teacher.