I hate being so damn hard headed. I am soo hard headed. Sometimes i wish that people telling me what i need to do and how i can do it would be what it takes to for me to get it done. But no I, Molly, have to hit my head up against the wall a couple times. I have to make mistakes. I have understand it, analyze it, let it hit me, before what other people tell me will actually hit me and help me to understand it. You could give me a map but until I decided that everyother avenue is wrong, i probably am more than likely not to use it. I dont think people understand that about me. They dont realize that that is the best way for me to learn. That is how i make it. I make decisions and then learn from them. Mrs. Frances told me that i am in a more diplomatic way and i thought about it and realized i really am. Sometimes i wish the people that are trying to get to know me would just sit down with her. She knows me black white to green. She knows the good, the bad and the ugly. Thats why i like to ask her about me because she tells me. I learn from it. i know i am crazy...but that is me