Classification/DeClassification/

I love how we build up walls and we knock down buildings, and we all think we're so damn smart. My professor of this class, is very thorough, but she throws out judgments of situations like she's God, and I don't know how I would take her as an administrator if I were a parent. It's not a death wish if your kid has a disability. It is actually good, because your kid can get help.. But people don't realize it, and they are so afraid of difference.
It's as small as the fact that I'm wearing blue nail polish- this girl must be a freak
to acceptance in the oddest ways
engagement ring and wedding ring on- oh you're married
so you won't end up as a cat lady all alone
whew
relief
people are so funny
i never, looked at other women's fingers to see if they were married or not, and never equated it with status or who the person was
now people look at me and think they know me because i'm married
just like people think they know someone because he or she has a certain disability
sometimes you wonder if people will think of you differently because of a nail polish color or a dress size, but i almost feel liberated in a sense, now that i'm married, if i want to let my freak flag fly (satc ref) I do, becausse i don't have any man to impress or woman to judge me,
i have a husband who loves me, an don the whole a good life
and a lot to be grateful for
so i don't know what my classification would be but i think
on the whole
things are ok
and that's the best diagnosis i think i could get