This is just a little section to get my thoughts out on whatever happened that day and generally just to refer back to as needed for the big weekly entries. If you wanna read 'em, go ahead, get to know me, the real me, and not the front I put on for school and the professional environment. You won't be seeing me again after this June anyway. Unless you meet me in like, a FedEx or a VON'S or maybe even at the DMV. But even then, I'll have been on the things I need to feel like me, you feel me? So the odds of you recognizing me after years of hormones is gonna be slim to none. So I can say this stuff with relative impunity.
May 12th 2026
I was gonna add this page yesterday but I got too preoccupied hoping on that Minecraft grind with my friend and my sleeping meds kicked in so I was knocked out for the night. But the other day I distinctly remember this one thought: Why can't I remember who I used to be? Logically it makes sense why I can't remember, the brain is always updating itself with the newest most relevant information pertaining to whatever it's doing. But it feels like there's something else. Like a forced gap. I talk frequently about falling off the face of the earth post-graduation but this is different. It feels almost invasive, like I'm actively erasing myself as I move along with life, only keeping around the trauma and the progress but not the process. I've never felt like a complete individual, never felt like a person. I have friends, and hobbies, and a life; I've loved, and lost, and moved on; and yet whenever someone asks about me I just shut down. It's like I forget everything in a moment and I can only remember whatever I was just thinking about. It happens even outside of that circumstance, I just purge whatever wasn't important and move on with my day. I think I've only made it this far in school because between 8:30AM to 3:30PM I am mentally absent. I can talk with you, walk with you, and even grab a bite and trade stories but the moment I'm out that door its all forgotten, like tears in the rain or sand in the desert. But then it just comes back up.
It's like there's a new me for every social space I'm in. There's no real me, its just a bunch of puppets who share information between each-other, notes on how to cheat the next social test. I think it's why I lie so much, it's because I genuinely don't know and the information isn't shared evenly. I don't do it to seem cool, today I lied about my trolley route for no reason. It's not even the first time I've done it. It just comes out easy as breathing. I'm not always at the helm steering this meat puppet I call a body, sometimes it's somebody else, and I've just been living like that for as far back as I can remember.
Or at least as far back as I can remember.
May 13th 2026
Unfortunately your guy / girl / whatever does not have any deep introspection on the nature of my fragmented personality, because right now my headspace is focused on something that happened today that just won't exit. Today wasn't a particularly bad or difficult day. I was assigned tasks, I completed them, I moved on. But between one of my various odd-jobs and the end of the day there was an incident in the 5th grade room. For reasons beyond me the teacher was having students doing wood carving. With actual metal tools and no safety equipment. Now Phil, the responsible adult that he is, wouldn't let us; almost adults; use the carving tools on RUBBER without making sure we knew proper technique and how to avoid nicking ourselves with the blades. And I'm sure he went through all the proper channels to make sure we were ALLOWED to use such tools.
For some reason, none of that happened in this classroom. Apparently the teacher had gone behind the school's back for this project and never asked permission to do so, and based on some of the behaviors I was briefly witness to I don't think they actually taught the kids how to carve, because I saw a few of them HAMMERING THE BLADES INTO THE WOOD. Not that proper technique was the issue, it was the gross incompetence that resulted in an actual bodily injury to a student. I don't say this to say that "oh the school I work at is irresponsible" or that this organization needs to be chastised. This is as much a shock to the school as it is to me, an outsider looking in. They are handling this as best they can, and I'm only putting this here because my thoughts will not stop racing about that entire mess. As far as I'm aware, the girl who got hurt didn't strike an artery or go past the dermis, the staff were super nice and helpful, and she got sent home early because of the injury. I have no idea what will happen after this but I likely won't be saying anything more on the matter because
1. I am an intern and do not have the connections to find out what happens after incidents like this.
2. Anything I say is only gross speculation and will likely do more harm than good.
and 3. I don't want this PERSONAL. BLOG. to just become some gossip hub about what's happening at this school.
I don't have anything else to say on this matter. It's messy and gross and I don't want anything even resembling it to happen again while I'm working here.
May 14th 2026
You know I didn't really have anything in mind for this post, it's honestly even more of a non-sequitur than the previous one because at least that one tied back to my internship. This is just sort of a train of thought coming to it's station. I kinda just spent the day going through my tasks and the only one that stood out to any degree was setting up a chromebook cart and then going upstairs to fix the old ones before shelving them for the rest of their unnatural lives. And that just kind of made me think about technology as a living organism. Everything alive has an external source of energy, a way to store said energy inside itself, a brain to think and connections between the rest of its body and the brain. Computers are basically living things in every sense except consciousness. It's a weird thought to have because I feel a sort of kinship with machines and animals more than I do with other people. We receive a task, we are given time to complete said task in the most efficient way possible, and upon completion we receive another. Obviously there's some differences in the idiosyncrasies of flesh and blood person versus a box of silicon and wires. A computer doesn't need to eat or sleep and just kinda needs a constant source of power while I need both of those things unfortunately. I honestly think not being human would solve at least 3 of my problems, existing as a bodyless consciousness inside the wire that can just experience the world free from the limitations of physical space would maybe be fun, idk we haven't gotten to that point yet. There's nothing else I really have to say on the matter I just dislike having skin, especially in this humidity.
May 15th 2026
With my first week on the job coming to a close I decided to reflect on what I was doing and I gotta say, I feel good about it. A staff member thanked me for all I was doing because they would've been doing these things over the summer. And that reminded my of a time I was working with my dad and uncles. We were cleaning a place my uncle was hired to clean solo, and I was in charge of the windows and vaccuming. At the time I didn't feel like I was doing much, but my dad told me that if I hadn't been working on the windows, they would've been there another hour doing what I had already completed. The most time consuming jobs aren't the big projects, it's the backlog of smaller jobs that need to be completed while you work on the big one. And an extra pair of hands going classroom to classroom, doing odd jobs that would've pulled someone else away from their current job saves alot of time in the grand scheme of things. I think I called it "meaningful busywork" during junior year and that still rings true in my eyes. While it's not glamorous or some vital part of the ecosystem, it takes a load of everyone's backs so they have one less thing to worry about that week and I just think that's nice.
Also not to be rude but all the due dates are janky. The dates listed are all Sundays but the calendar says they're all Mondays. I'm still completing these by the SUNDAY due date for safety but I think that should be updated just for safety.