So, I'm just sitting in world lit, waiting for our fresh-out-of-college newbie teacher to quiet the class down, when my friend Haylee tells me there's a flyer by the door announcing the beginning of a GSA at the school. So I checked it out. It seems some brave soul decided to establish a GSA, which will meet for the first time February 5th. It's so odd that one of these would pop up in the conservative Midwest, but I'm so glad it did. It kinda gives me hope. Cautious hope, but hope nonetheless.
My friends think it's stupid. Not because they have any issue with gays, of course, but they think it won't do any good. The homophobic assholes won't be swayed, which is the goal declared on the flyer: to encourage an environment of tolerance and open-mindedness. How we will be doing that is up in the air; if it's just making cheesy posters and taping them all over the halls, then I'm out.
So I really don't know what to expect. I don't know who will show up. Being a part of this will likely mean being out to the entire school, not just a select few. I can't just not go though, even if I have a feeling the whole effort is futile. Maybe I'll meet a ton of closeted gay kids whom I never would've suspected were gay. I'm very eager for this.
Hm...let's see...my car won't start. If it isn't fixed by Monday, I'm not going to school. I refuse to take the bus. The Bus is so awful, so hellish, it is worthy of being capitalized to give it a dramatic feeling.
I got low scores on my evaluation at work. Apparently I suck at communication. Translation: I'm too quiet. I'm sorry I don't talk 24/7 like everybody else. Quiet people are always victimized because almost every human being on the planet loves to talk. I swear, the second I turn eighteen I am booking it to the bookstore and begging for a job.