[Gemini]

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Tuesday
July 31st, 2007
11:22 pm


I was lucky enough to come across a LOT of people so far. Some I'll never come across again. Some I've forgotten. Some have forgotton me. Some I'll never ever forget. Some will (hopefully) stay with me until they bury me in the ground.

I was never the coolest chick around. I was not geeky/nerdy either. I never bothered about fitting into little groups the way they make ya think girls worry about all the time. I never had any enemies nor people who spread rumours about me. I always had some friends and then there were a few people I knew from different classes and stuff. And my little crushes and life's typical dramas. That was it.

Later as I gradually grew up and changed, I stood out with my taste in music and some other stuffs, but it never bothered me. With years and life's demands, my friends changed but my social status stayed pretty much the same. I was always okay with it. I had more than that to think about.

I hung around with weed addicts the same way I hung around with people who got straight As in almost all the subjects. I treated them all equally. And they treated me fine. I was pretty straight but had a little rebellious edge to me. So I guess that's why I never had trouble scoring top scores in English and skipping classes to go smoke in the parking lot (which was offlimist to smokers btw, but I did it anyways and never got booted for it ).

There were a few times I got into arguments and fights with people who stepped on my tail, but since I didn't have major issues with the school authorities, I was almost always let off the hook. I got into trouble as much as I stayed out of it. When I skipped class, that was the baddest thing. But when I was in class, no one was more attentive, more polite and had more correct answers to offer the teacher. I also howled like wolves at the back of one of my English class. It was to mock the teacher whos name was Ms. Wolfe. She liked me though. She liked reading my journals and I liked her too. But howling like a wolf was fun!

And when the school decided to put uniforms on us, I was one of very the few who rejected it. Never wore it unless I had a good chance of getting caught by the principal or something (which was a very slim chance). I used to sneak into the library to use the PC or read the books or just hang out with friends (the library was a pretty good hangout, not at all a boring old place). I almost always managed to doge the snotty librarian and get in there without my uniform. In a large crowd of blacks and whites I was the colourful one. Not that i never wore my uniform, just that most days I woke up feeling more cheerful than just black and white

Thank God for most of my laid back and cool teachers who never kicked me out of the class for not wearing it. And the one who did, I hated that class anyways Besides my friends always took notes for me and told me on the phone what to study for. One even did some of the projects for me. Didnt' have to lift a finger for the project on Niagra Escarpment!

But I ended up dropping out of that school and joining another one. Thats another story. Let's go back to the people whom I'll never forget.

I came across a girl in my Science class when I was around 15 or 16. Her name was Daisy. Born and brought up in Canada, her parents were from New Delhi, India. She was a major tomboy. She was really tall, had really short hair which she gathered into a teeny ponytail at the base of her neck. She wore plaid shirts and jeans to class. Daisy Kalshi. Will always remember her and her pale eyes. Almost hazel-grayish in colour. Tall, kinda lanky. Pure tomboy with an attitude and a foul mouth to match. She swore as normally as some people breathe. She was fierce. But had a sense of humour which most people didn't know about I guess.

I dont know exactly when or how it happened but I found myself talking to her, sitting beside her and listening to her. She was into heavy duty drugs. She bragged once about stealing from these stores with her friends. I remember she told me she only been to India once in her lifetime, she was 4 years old. That badass Daisy. Skipped class like hell. But I remember...the project we did on the Lungs was really good. She did a lot of the work, something unexpected from the likes of her I guess. I remember she printed out the pictures and I coloured them. We presented it to the class and got a pretty good mark.

My teacher thought she was a bad influence on me because of the way she was. What did she know? We talked more about anything her analytical, critical mind could think of. Daisy made me laugh. I was too timid compared to her. Some of the things told me sometimes made me went "". The teacher (funny how I forgot her name and even her face but I remember she was from Iran and spoke with a slight accent and was a lil bit of an environmentalist. Rode her bike to school) once pulled me aside after class and sorta beat around the bushes. She was trying to tell me Daisy wasn't good enough. She wasn't good enough to even be close to a friend. Daisy wasn't my friend, mind you. We hardly saw each other out of the class. But we talked and shared. Well I don't remember telling her much because back then my life wasn't as exciting as her, so I mostly listened.

The teacher didn't see the way I was able to see Daisy. She didnt' see the side of Daisy that I was able to see. The part Daisy, I guess chose to show me. She was no troublemaker to me. Naturally, after the semester ended so did my meeting with Daisy. Never saw her after that. She just kinda disappeared. I don't know where or how she is. Whether she is even alive, to speak the truth.But she had touched me in a way that's sorta undescribeable.

She was one of the several people who helped me become the non-judmental person that I was able to become. I'm not purely non-judgmental, but well, I'm more accepting of people who are...different than the masses. I know that outside appreances can be deceiving. That theres more than to a person than what meets the eyes...or sometimes, the ears. Everyone have another person hidden underneath their clothes. We just don't see them. But we can, if we just open up our eyes and mind a bit.

To the society, to our Science teacher Daisy was a weed smoker, a troublemaker, a blemish in the face of the society. Maybe she was. Doing drugs and stealing and what not is not good nor the right thing to do. But did they know anything deeper than that? Did they know her? Nope. Did i totally know her? No. But I knew enough about her which made me not judge her like the rest of them. Which made me treat her no differently than I treated people whom I was friends with or knew. To me she was more than a weed smoker, more than a someone who did ocassional drugs. She was a person. A person named Daisy Kalshi