Mr. Callahan

by valerie102
Listening to: Cake
Feeling: artistic
Dear Mr. Callahan, You were my favorite teacher. Even though I wasn't a good artist you encouraged me and treated me like a human being. You never acted like I was any less than your best student. I really appreciate it. Every Wednesday in Art Club we'd talk while painting or making stamps and those were probably the best times of my life. Just being around an adult who didn't act like they were just putting up with me. You are an overall beautiful person and a great friend. I wish I'd kept in touch with you. I remember the first day of 7th grade. All the kids told me that you were crazy and that you'd thrown a kid out a second story window. :-) I was terrified. I never thought I'd picture you when I thought of a positive male in my life. I will forever think of you as the person who inspired me to be a poet and to look at the beauty in this world instead of the negative. I could write a whole book on the things you taught me in three years and maybe I will. -Valerie Sidenote: I've been thinking about Mr. Callahan for a long time. I know he'll never read this but I'm a big believer in the collective unconcious. Sidenote Number Two: This picture reminds me of myself because I always have my hair in long braid. Like really long. My hair reaches the top of my butt. :-)
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" one minute and the next we're diary friends aww isnt that sweet...
well, the truth is i just dont forget things, i may be crazy, scum, a bitch, paranoid and ego maniac i dont care, i still know what i know...
as far as finding all that stuff, i will later, ive got a lot of stuff to go through to find it all...give me your e-mail address and ill send it all to you.
My hair used to reach the top of my butt.

Until I shaved my ass.
you dont understand me, i was being sarcastic.
the truth is sometimes funny.
laughter is sometimes used to cover up fear.
its okay, i will let you live, you can be my servant.
yeah my egomania is takeing me places, when im leader of the new world, ill think about letting you live.
you cant use the relative thing everywhere, learn that please before you start using it.
it has nothing to do with relativity, it just is, im great and you sadly are not. period.
one day you will see.
just study hard, all those rules are my rules.
theres more to me than that, but yeah my dad killed himself and my moms an alcoholic, those two things i have been more than clear about so no props to you for figuring it out...
as for being like everyone else, i am the most important person in the whole entire world, not just your world, i am the world as a matter of fact, you just havent figured it out yet, its okay its not your fault.
you just weren't born for greatness.
youre just like the countless others who dont understand me, there are only a special few who do, its okay...just keep operating on that level and you will have a nice standard beige existance...
i tried to help and show you the way out but you only throw it back in my face in a multitude of ways, its all an insult and i just wash my hands clean of you and one two, poof youre gone.
well, you can just think what you want i guess, i see there is no talking sence to you, you can think youre the injured party here but youre not...
play victim and mean juliette was so horrible to you but i know the truth and thats all that matters...
you need to grow up and realize that the world isnt black and white, there are many layers to every situation and its not so standard.
if you cant understand how i work then thats fine,
was always pretty standard right? i like that, i like that...
there are some things mabey i didnt like but i just didnt feel like elaborating, there were some things i did like and i didnt feel like elaborating...
obviously you thought i was a stupid scum bag kid the whole time, why would you waste your time getting advice from a kid?
i meant every comment i left, no word can be found as fake, none
it all stands as is.
i know a lot about the real world, i dont care how old i am, youre nineteen, im sixteen...its only three years difference, whats it matter...i know thirty year olds that havent lived as much as i am, dont presume to know about my life because believe me you have no clue, walk in my shoes and see what you know and dont know...
i wasnt fake with any comments, if i said i liked something i meant it, i just didnt discect it or anything, i mean it
people you have to try more with.
you just have to keep your eye out for people, thats all.
and if someone says bad things about you then you should keep your eye on them more than someone who hasnt said anything bad about you...
if you think thats fake you need to wake up and look at the real world, or else you'll get eaten alive.
thats just the way it is, not everyone is going to be nice and kiss your ass, people are going to say things about you, whatever, those are the
yeah, i can say the same, thats why we're not friends now, because i was honest and you couldnt take it, you thought i was insulting you...just because i say you insulted me so now im going to be your friend doesnt mean im being fake, i was your friend the same as i am anyone elses friend on here, no more no less... i believe in trying even harder to be someones friend after something like that as a matter of fact, so no i wasnt fake about it,
no no no, im never fake... im always me at every second, every turn in the road and look back, there i am...its me again...im me always, and what is my way but to sit at a table with my enemies and break bread?
its a lesson in life, to always keep people that insult you close, its a way to watch your back and i operate on that level in every way, in every place...even on the internet.
i read your diary because you were my friend, thats why.
haha...my fave teacher of all time: MR. KAPLAN...that gives me an idea.. i should write an entry about him..by ebye

---leo
[Anonymous]
mr. callahan would probably be flattered...but shouldnt it be the collective conscious not the collective unconscious, i mean who wants to work off an unconscious level especially if we're talking world wide here, that could be dangerous.
yeah, ive always been upfront about my true character so im not worried about that, im a bitch uhh yeah havent i said that, im anything else that you can think to call me, im "low-life scum" which i believe you have called me before, see when someone says mean things about you its good to make them your friend, you can keep your eye on them, people will just stab you in the back, dont think i didnt know, i mean how can you think im "low life scum
oh and im paranoid too, i should probably lay off the drugs.
that doesnt insult me, its a secret...
thats how great i am.
yeah, i am an ego-maniac ive said that two thousand times, i know that much, not copy word for word but just ideas, i can go back and get examples for you if you want...
oh and by the way, if youre going to be a writer, you need to learn how to take critisism better.
in the real world, people arent going to kiss your ass.
no, you both did it and no actually all three of you did it...
real big of you to pick on a fatherless girl...
i did read your diary and most of it just didnt hold my interest.
the poetry seemed forced and the rest was just boreing.
anymore, and by the way dont think i dont notice a lot of things sweetie, get your own thoughts and oh youre so this and oh so that, god its like a puppet on a string, i can just say one thing and a few days later i can read it here.
it makes me sick, dont think i cant see and i cant read...
oh and insulting dead people shows your true poetic soul.
thank you and have a nice day.
i wasnt insulting your writing, and i seem to remember a time when you insulted far more than someones writing, you insulted me and my father, and i was able to put it aside and talk to you, god how fucking pathetic, you know i love times like these when someones true character shows through, dont think i forgot shit, i dont forget anything, i didnt forget for one second what you did back then, so good, you just dont exist to me
i didnt say that you cant write clearly, or that the sentence wasnt clear, it was clear but something didnt ring right about it,
i commented on it, if i have to hold back how i feel then ill put you on the b-list, ill just come here and say ohh cute.
one persons perception is just that.. whats real but only what each one of us thinks? my thoughts make my world, yours make your world what it is,
clear that can be your world if you want.
I realy like this look you have for your site. I think im going to redo mine, if sit will stay operational long enough that is...
[Anonymous]
what was insulting?
yeah, the statement is a little confusing, no one comments on what i write, i know its confusing, thats the way i think, i think confusing...
i was saying the statement is confusing because i commented on it,
not because i dont understand it.
my whole multitude of diaries are confusing, my whole life is confusing, i am confusing and i prefer it that way.
yeah well the whole statement is a little confusing, but i dont want to start discecting your diary...
and tapping into things isnt that hard, you just have to live on that level, most of the world doesnt. most of the world doesnt know that they are not.
they are beige and they dont know it.
yeah, i know all about the collective conscious and the collective unconscious, i thought in this instance it was more fitting to be working off of a conscious level...
unconscious we are dreaming, half the worlds in a coma. the other half is dreaming of me. :-D