Brittney and I are wearing Ravenclaw and Gryffindor ties tomorrow in honor of the day that young wizards leave for Hogwarts on the beloved Hogwarts Express.
Though we will not be going, we will be dressed for the occasion.
And for those that will be embarassed to see me in public wearing a Harry Potter tie, just be lucky I’m not going for the whole wizard ensemble. Yeah, count your blessings.
Tomorrow is September 1st and all the Potterheads know what that means..
I feel that now that my Ravenclaw-ness has been validated by
God Queen JK Rowling, I can wear my Ravenclaw tie in public.
So I’m thinking about wearing it to school tomorrow regardless of how much I will probably be made fun of since I can’t board the Hogwarts Express like a normal wizard child would.
Heading to Hogwarts tomorrow.
Go to the mall over the weekend to watch people and write down their behavior, habits, and topics of conversation.
Oh psychology class, making stalking perfectly acceptable.
DUDE! Why does Aisha get a decent psychology class?? I took mine expecting that and I get “Let’s watch a documentary about monkeys :D” “Let’s talk about the scientific method”… Not cool…
Today my jaw started hurting. Just from generic braces pain but in a matter of minutes, I found myself fighting to hold back tears and panic.
I can equate it to something like PTSD (post traumatic stress disorder). My jaw started hurting and my brain told me ‘Oh Lord, here it comes. You know what’s coming. You can’t handle that kind of pain at school’. It was an automatic response, the anxiety, the fear, anticipating the mind numbing pain that came after a little ache in my jaw.
I had to do a presentation that my partner pretty much coached me through. I tried to practice before hand but I couldn’t seem to make myself coherent, I don’t know how I did the presentation. I rambled and got off topic because I could not make my brain go in a straight line. I was talking but I couldn’t tell if I was making any sense because my already tight muscles in my throat were closing from the effort not to cry at the podium in front of my classmates (which would have led to absolute mortification).
My classmates and teacher asked me if I was alright and all I could really manage was to tap my jaw and say it hurt which was a heck of an understatement. It wasn’t that I was in a lot of pain, but mentally, it took me back to the days of laying in bed, past the point of being in pain, crying, begging the clock to move so I could have more meds.
Standing almost in tears at my locker I almost called my mom to beg for a spoon full of morphine, my only relief during that time. But I didn’t. It passed, I got control, and I was alright.
But it amazes me how a little ache can trigger my mind to take me back to those days and cause me such mental pain.
- Son: Mum, I got detention.
- Me: OMG, what did you do?
- Son: I hit a kid.
- Me: Well you know that will cost you a month without internet.
- Son: But that kid said Harry Potter sucks.
- Me: COME IN HERE MY BOY, YOU MADE ME SO PROUD. I KNOW I'VE RAISED YOU WELL HEDWIG CROOKSHANKS.
I’m in Ravenclaw guys, I like…happy danced in the hotel lobby.
Anyways, go back to your business.