Lauren,
I really shouldn't be talking to you right now, but I just have to, even if I can't hear your awesome voice. I am about 5 pages through the 14 that needs to be written by 0545 tomorrow, and I just can't do anymore.
I really wanted to tell you, we did locker inspections tonight, and my T.I. found my pic of you, and the first thing he asked me was if I missed you. I started to tear up, and told him that I did, terribly, and I have been on the edge of crying for hours now.
I don't care about graduating anymore, just about seeing you and my family again. They tell you not to look forward to graduation around here, that it's too far off. That instead you should look forward to Sundays, or even just lunchtime or the next day, and it will go a lot smoother and be a lot easier on you.
Today has been a rather rough day. Except for the two classes we had with a hilarious instructor, we have been "on our faces" all day, which basically means push-ups, leg lifts, and squat thrusts. I just wanted for this day to be over. I also got the world's worst cramp in my calf.
I should probably go now, it's late, and I've got more writing to do.
Love,
Bailey
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