Dandelions.

My English teacher does not know what a dandelion looks like. She told me she didn't like this book she was reading because of 'little inconsistencies.' When I asked her what inconsistencies, she said that the author described dandelions as being yellow but she's pretty sure that they're those flowers with the white puffs.
SIGH.
I proceeded to explain to her that while, yes, those flowers with the white puffs ARE dandelions, so too are little, scruffy yellow flowers. I then briefly explained the reproductive habits of dandelions. The expression on her face was somewhat... of disbelief? I'm really, really concerned that she does not know what a dandelion looks like, especially living in the state that we do. Walking the 30 yards from the bus stop to my home today, I counted ten directly in my path, and dozens more within my sightline. My dad speculated that she's an alien.
She's kind of passive-aggressively making me read a bunch of Holocaust books, because I finished the depressing one early. Three of them, actually. She gave them to me yesterday, I finished one today, and also Catcher in the Rye. The one I read today was a graphic novel called Maus (pronounced Mouse), and I was surprised by how much I liked it. It was sad without being depressing and awful, and the characters were great and had a lot of depth. It was about the author's father, and what was great about it was the way he wove the present, him interviewing his father and he and his father's life, with his father's story. It was excellent.
The other two look much worse. 'The Boy Who Dared' which I vaguely recall considering reading in 3rd, 4th, or fifth grade, and 'Alicia' which looks depressing. Our whole class is reading the 'censored' version of 'I Have Lived a Thousand Years' which I first thought was stupid but now I see why; I didn't even like the book or the characters but I almost cried (in a bad way) at how awful the stories were several times, and that's not something I do a lot. So Mrs. Erman felt the need to read us a scene from the original, which was basically just how some Nazis disemboweled this woman's baby because she refused to shoot it, and the rest of her family. HOORAY.
It's just... ugh. I know the Holocaust was FUCKING TERRIBLE, however, I would really rather not read about the disembowelment of someone's goddamn baby. I just really fucking don't. That's not something that betters me in any way, I didn't learn anything from it, it didn't 'enrich my learning experience', it was purely upsetting.
I really wish I had more people that I feel like I can hold an extended, uninterrupted, enjoyable, intellectual conversation with. I think that would be more interesting and 'enriching' than doing stupid fucking assignments and having REALLY FUCKING STUPID class discussions about the books we read. Right now I feel like there's only one person I can hold an extended intelligent conversation with, and that's my dad. My dad is someone who I respect a lot and I also feel really comfortable with. I think my dad is the person I go to talk to about 'smart' stuff, and my mom about 'girl' stuff. Those two categories pretty much cover everything I ever talk about. EVER. Not quite, but mostly.
I really really love my parents. I think, objectively, of all of the parents I know, that they are really the best. Looking back on my life, I think all the decisions they made were really the best ones for me, and I feel so blessed to be in a family like this one. Sorry for the cheese.
I think that's mostly all that mattered to me today. I'm ripping Philip DeFranco's outro. WHATCHU GONNA DO, PHIL? Just kidding. It's a good outro, I'm using it today. I like him, even though I often disagree.