Bryant left this morning at 6:30 am. Needless to say it was a long weepy day. Especially since within my first hour of work a very persistent lady yelled at me (much akin to an unhappy child who does not get their way). And since I was already a bit emotional I started crying (awesome, I love crying at work). I got a little smile out if though when I thought of what Bryant would tell me when I told him about it, "Did you punch her in the face?" No he doesn't mean it (well maybe a little bit) but it made me smile to think of him and also to picture myself trying to reach over the counter and punch her, the weakling that I am. It reminded me of scrubs and JD's little daydreams.
I must say though. I really admire Bryant for going after his dreams. I'm a bit jealous though. He's so sure of what he wants to do and he's taking the chance to do it. I'm not even sure if I really want to teach. He's lucky to be so sure. Most people aren't even sure after they've graduated (I know a sweeping generalization but somehow it seems true. Maybe because I'm afraid that's what will happen to me).
This girl is already doing what she wants do to. It's pretty amazing, a child prodigy they call her. How would it be to be so completely talented at something almost from birth. Lucky girl. And she uses it for such good. I don't particularly love her art work but it's pretty amazing. She drew better pictures at age four than I can now.
