Weaving Through the Day.

I tend to forget important things such as passwords and emails.
 This MINOR character flaw led me to create a new blog today.
 I copied my first post from my other blog (it's not copyrighted material because I originally created it) and put it on this blog, because I was oh-so-proud I semi-swore. 

My teacher told me I should swear again. I don't know if he was serious or not....but did you know that "dammit I'm mad" spelled backwards is "dammit I'm mad"?

 That was the first thing I learned today. 

Today I worked on editing my interview I did with the photo teacher, and I learned how to add text. 

Baby steps, ya know?

I think that Low-gahn hates me, because he looked at me with a look that said

"You are a dumb person"

when I asked him how to add text.

That look was not left up to interpretation, in fact, it was as clear as Mr. Brown's lectures about

  "passing the state test, but don't worry if you fail, but it is important, but nobody really passes so I grade on a curve..."

anyways. 

It hurt.

I wanted to cry. (because, APPARENTLY, that's what I do...)

Then I moved on and realized that Low-gahn is just stressed because he knows too much...

and he still loves me. 

I also learned that black women hair weaves are made from Indian women hair that they chop off during

 a cleansing ceremony.

(I know that sometimes people get confused and think "Indian" means Native American. In this case, it means the ones from India, who (probably) don't eat cows.)

I wonder if by wearing a weave you can become "multicultural"?

Because, quite frankly, I want to join the multicultural club.