Arizona Dreaming

The Importance Of Being Julia

A/N:

Hello......it's me.

I'm back from my workshop and I have to say, it was a very productive weekend.

What was my takeaway from the course?

One, to be fearless when it comes to writing.

Two, to keep writing.

Three, to be kind to ourselves.

As writers, we are the most unforgiving, the most critical and our own worse enemy.

But in this solitary occupation, we have to love ourselves .

A few of us know where the road will lead but the majority of us write for the love of it.

Enough said.

Here's the next chapter of AD.

Thank you for your patience.

Xoxo,

LCC

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"Love is when the other person's happiness is more important than your own."- H. Jackson Brown, Jr.

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I didn't know the degree of how important grades were to Julia until the exam results were released.

We were outside the classroom checking the bulletin board.

Those who studied were still relieved that they passed.

They high-fived each other, jumped for joy and yelled exciting yesses.

Those who didn't were still surprised that they failed.

They scratched or shook their heads in dismay.

The most ridiculous of all was, they asked why they failed.

Duh!

Unless you're a genius and remembered everything from months ago, then you have a chance to pass.

But even geniuses knew that in everything they do, hard work was still required to succeed.

99 % perspiration 1 % inspiration.

Was it Edison who said that?

I don't remember.

If it wasn't for Julia who drag me out of the classroom, I would've stayed in my seat.

But she was persistent, her eyes gleaming with anticipation.

When I think about it, I don't know what's going to happen to me here.

There is a possibility that I will be sent back to the US.

My family is there.

At least Dad.

I still haven't made up my mind about Regina.

The unborn baby?

I'm a little excited for that.

Julia and grandma are the only reason why I endure my stay here.

My grandfather has not been bugging me lately and I'm fine with that.

I'll be seventeen in a few months.

The decision still lies with my father.

I could come up with reasons why I wanted to stay but even that was a long shot.

This was a short-term plan to straighten me out.

Who knew I would fall in love?

My thoughts were interrupted by a hand on my shoulder.