An Old Sketch

August 23, 2012

I’ve been filling out the applications for immigration (USCIS)– well, as much as I can get done on my own–before I see the lawyer at the university next week.

Last night, my dad gave me a folder of some of my old elementary and high school grades/teacher reports since I’ll need proof of records that I studied in the U.S. for many years. It’s required for the DACA (Deferred Action For Childhood Arrivals) application which would give me a work permit. No legal residence, just a work permit (aka SSI#) valid for only two years. So much for citizenship. Twenty-two years in this country and I’ll only have a work permit to show for. Ain’t that a motha–?

Well, somethin’s better than nothin’.

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There were some funny comments from old teachers. How I had potential and needed to apply myself more.

“P has potential. She does good work when she applies herself!” and “P is receiving an hour tutoring from —-” and “P, remember to finish your homework!” and “P has improved this quarter. She is in ESL Level II [that’s English as a second language]” and “P does really well when she’s able to concentrate” and “P, keep reading every night! Good job [smiley sticker]” are just a few of teacher’s notes from third grade.

What’s funny is my dad kept them but he never really read them due to his limited understanding of English at the time. I’m guessing he saw the smiley stickers and thought, “Ok, she’s good”. I could’ve easily sneaked by with failing grades in high school because my parents never knew when progress reports came out. Good thing I was a damn good student, despite the depression. I could see when I was depressed because my straight As would fall to all As, two or three Bs and an F. Id go from being on the honor roll to being in academic probation. Every time.

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This got me to snooping around some of my old notebooks I have hidden in my room. ha. And I found this from when I was 16 years old.

God, that was a depressing year.

Jan 2003 (c) paz

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On the page next to it, I have a sort of poem. It says:

written when high…

These are my snow-covered dreams.
I’d take back all that shit I said to make you feel like that.
I’d give it all to have the thought of me in you again.
These are my snow covered tears.
I try… but I fall apart…
Thwarted tattered imbecile.

I don’t think I was in a very coherent state of mind then, obviously.

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Note: I think, if I remember correctly, this was written the first time I tried weed. (It would be a while until I’d try it again.) I was out in the backyard all by my lonesome self, freezing my little ass off. I lit a match and accidentally burned a few eyelashes since the wind was howling. When I drove the wheelchair back inside, I ate a whole bag of pretzels and wrote that “poem” and then crashed. I also used to have an eyebrow piercing at the time. I guess that’s what that is on the sketch’s eyebrow.

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8 Responses to “An Old Sketch”

  1. blog Hansi draws in this style. Visit, tell him I sent you. He writes great satire as well.

  2. Paz, I hope everything goes through alright. I wanted to ask you – would you contribute to Darla and my What Women Want page (otherwise known as Rose’s Ranch or Goddess Gate)? You’d have a unique perspective! All you have to do is write a couple of paras on what constitutes a woman’s paradise, from your point of view (or even just, paradise!). Then we’d reblog it (though D is living in a caravan and finds it hard right now). Ps that’s a lovely (but sad) poem about snow covered dreams.

    • PAZ said

      Thank you Beautiful Rose! I would love to contribute, and thank you for thinking of/considering me. Women’s paradise like a women utopia? More info please. And I hope time isn’t a factor. Let me know if it is because I tend to be a little on the slow side when competing tasts, especially these days.

      And yes, I was sad when I wrote the poem.

      hugs
      xoxoxxx

  3. Good old teenage angst…….. shame ours lasted into adulthood. I like the poem and sketchs though 🙂 xox

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