Edison Girls

You know what feels

great?

Doing what you love.

Doing it well.

And getting some

recognition for it.

In the past week

I have been 

told twice

(TWICE!)

"We are going to publish your poem".

Basically,

my heart exploded 

twice from joy.

And 

it feels

really fucking good.

Great, actually.

And my wonderful teacher

(hello Ms. Ressler!) 

got one of her college friends

to send me her book of poems,

it has just come in the mail.

Maggie Smith

is the poet,

and she writes inside

that she wishes me luck with my poems.

And they want to 

tell about my poetry awards

 at an awards assembly

(how totally lame, I know).

It happened last year,

and another teacher 

apparently said very nice things

about me,

but I missed the whole ordeal.

So this year he goes

"Well, at least you can come

and listen to me 

make a fool of myself 

trying to talk about you"

(or something very similar).

Sounds like fun.

So in general.

Poetry.

Poetry.

Poetry.

I feel really rad right now.