In about an hour, I will be leaving my house and heading to the local courthouse for what I hope is my final court date. This will be the third time I’ve been to court, and my public defender said last time that he was pretty sure it would be the last.
This makes me really nervous, but I’m glad. I don’t want to keep sitting around waiting for my fate. I want to know what’s going to happen. Don’t call this impatience because I’ve been waiting for months.
Sadly, the very first thought that popped into my head this morning was: Oh man, if I go to jail, I won’t be able to post my blog.
I hope you’ll forgive me for my anti-blogging transgressions. Do we have a Holy Father of Blogging around here or do I have to transcend typical blogger notations and become said Holy Father? I guess that would also constitute a blogging sex change.
I’m mostly just nervous babbling, I suppose. I’m tired, I’m sore, and I’m scared out of my mind for what’s going to happen. But whatever does manage to happen, I think we all know that I’m strong enough to learn and grow from the experience.
Or at least come out of the entire thing with a witty and reflective blog post that will make you believe that I have done the learning and the growing, along with putting a comedic touch to my almost-tragic life.
But for real, I really do hope for the best, and I really hope that the actions I took last year along with the ones I didn’t will not harshly and negatively impact my future. I have a lot of hope that I will receive forgiveness for my ‘sins’ and receive praise for just about everything else.
Anyway, that’s conceited, and the real lesson here is that if you’re going to have a gigantic emotional breakdown during your high school experience, be sure to talk to someone who supports you rather than making all of the wrong choices or all of the right choices at very inappropriate times.
I wish you guys luck on your days as well, peace and love upon you and all that jazz.