Because I don't think that they're ''ready'' for postering.

I need a creative outlet- itak. In the past, that has taken many forms- in high school, it was theater. Writing and directing plays... being the reject understudy in just about every single play that MHS performed. And, of course, later my creativity took a spin for the better/worse (you decide) when I decided to perform my own comedy act.

The stranger creations of my creativity led to many adventures, a police-call (mum, don't worry, it was all a big misunderstanding), and skills to leave things secretly... like posters, muffins, or Rick Astley music videos.

I can't give up on my creativity here. In fact, it is being called on with even more vigor as I find myself in a place where I am not understood 100% of the time. However, my former methods are often lost. The Rick-roll becomes infinitely less funny when you have to explain who Rick Astley is, why it's funny, and how you aren't trying to imply anything with the song choice (and when Graham is not your victim).

So I've turned to my journal- it's a new one that I bought here. Dark green, gridlined paper. A little piece of elastic to hold my pen. I love it. It's something different than my former journals- it not only holds thoughts, ideas, prayers, reflection, Slovene notes and ticket-stubs, but holds the outbursts of creativity that come when I am sitting in the same class for the 4th hour in a row.
I've been writing a lot more, but not just journal entries- stories about characters that I've met or dream up- often that are completely fictional and hopefully capture something bigger. Some truth that is more real. I promised some kids from Perry that I'd write a book some day, so maybe I'll squeeze that in, somewhere in between teaching kids, playing sports, and tutoring.

Love you all. Miss you like whoa.