The NaNoWriMo website has been down for days. They say absence makes the heart grow fonder, but I'm not feeling so much fondness as I didn't realize how much I procrastinated there until now. While I'm waiting for it to come back, I thought I'd explain why I have an emotional like to the word digress. Because I am bored.
I've been homeschooled for my entire life, except for a semester and a half that I spent in a regular school. Well, I say regular… Anyway, I liked that school a million times better than homeschooling. But then we moved to an area where, frankly, there aren't any good public schools. Next year I'll probably go to a private school, but until then I'm back to homeschooling. Blah.
What does this have to do with digression? Well, my old school was pretty small, so one teacher taught everything but P.E. and art class. So basically we stayed in the same room all day. But this made for quite a few inside jokes. Digressing was one of them. Every time we lost track of the lesson, our teacher would tell us, "Stop, you're digressing!" If we kept talking, then she would take out her music box and we would have ten seconds to be quiet. (Which I would recommend for any class; I've never seen a room of adolescents quiet down faster.) To this day, I still chastise people for digressing about once a week. And that is my not-very-interesting story of digression. I have lots of memories that are a lot more fun to read about, I promise. But that one kind of relates to my blog title, so I just thought I'd mention it.
Now go do something productive.
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