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During my long bus ride home from school, I noticed that the trees have leaves now. I was completely amazed, for some reason. I stared out the window, watching the mesh of green fly by. Even though I thought I had been so much more aware of how beautiful nature is, I failed to actually distinguish what I was looking at. I thought it was significant for me to admire something pointless again.
Nothing eventful happened today. Despite the fact that I missed a day of school, I was still one step ahead of the game in my algebra and consumer math classes. In fact, my consumer math teacher kept having to refer to me to see if she was solving the problems right, while she was teaching.
Stephen is crashing down to an extreme level of hurt. Jennifer is bluntly shaking her joy of being apart in his face. And laughing. I will admit, in his moments, Stephen may not be the most considerate of people. But he does not mean to be. It's never intentional. He's a victim of lack of forethought for the most part. And Jennifer has constantly dug and picked at that fault.
Did she ever try suggesting, in a calm voice, what he may do to correct the problem? NO. From my understanding, all she did was whine and complain about how it effected her, how upset she was. How disappointed and unpleased she was. Forget what that does to Stephen. She has detached herself from Stephen. No more problems, right?
I major in heartbreak. I've had 5 years of practice. It's all I've really known since I was 12. It holds some level of comfort for me. An old friend that has begun to wear out it's welcome. Stephen comes to me, saying exactly how he feels. Feelings that I have never been able to put into words, and he does so freely. My thought process is different, because I automatically being to analyze situations, and look at what they will become. Stephen benefits from that, since it helps him to the new, alien feeling. For the first time, I feel like I'm really helping a friend.
In some ways, I'm glad I have someone with me this time around. I'm glad he has someone with him his first time around.
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