You know when you need to practice speaking a language but you don’t want to speak it in front of native speakers because you’re worried they will judge you for your poor grammar skills and limited vocabulary
I’ve reblogged a few post related to the current events in Ferguson. While those posts vocalize (through satire or sincerity) truths I want to support, I have not contributed anything of my own. I don’t have anything original or profound to add. Maybe that’s for the best. Maybe the last thing needed or wanted is the response of a privileged white woman. I guess that’s the purpose of this post, to recognize my privilege and convey my sympathy.
Today the local SWAT team was training on campus (where I work and attend college). My boss comes in and asks if I need a break to enjoy the view; just in case what my Thursday afternoon was missing included “really attractive men in uniform”.
I’m not a huge fan of my job, but my boss makes me smile.
Wanting to have a chill night in/out with good friends. Sad that my handsome boyfriend and many lovely friends are under 21. Also feeling too paranoid to ask old friends if they want to hang out. Free pizza though. Sooo… Meh.