Today I had PE and English Finals.
PE… First thing in the morning, raining, two miles… Not my idea of a good time. I may be in track, but I am a thrower. I can throw a discus sixty feet and do warm ups, but I am not a runner. I can run really good for a half mile, even a full mile if it is nice. But any farther and my throat decides that it is cool being two sizes smaller than necessary. So I got a C. I hope that doesn’t bring my grade down too drastically.
Then we had English, which was super sad. We wrote letters to the incoming frosh, and then had a party. I am going to miss Mrs. Dierker SO MUCH. She was one of my favorite teachers… she even let us out a bit early to run and get out schedules early for next year. She was really cool, it is hard to explain. She liked really cool books and just talked with us sometimes. I am going to really miss her.
After the hectic fiasco of getting my schedule (the place to get our schedule was at the top of some stairs, and they didn’t tell the school that it was only for sophomores until after we had been squished to death… At least I knew most of the people squishing me) some friends and I went to Basil’s to eat waffles since school got out at lunch time. It was great, we played ping pong in his garage, Kellie and I rolled over some cement blocks so that we could see out of the window, and then we got to waffle making. As Basil heated up the iron, we all sat down in his living room. Me on a seat, Anna on a seat, Basil on a stool between us and Sariah, Kellie and Johnson on the couch. We all sat and laughed, Basil and Anna where seeing who could do the weirdest things with weights… Me and Kellie tried to pick them up and we laughed at how weak we were. It was just a fun time, and I realized that was what I want.
My dad and stepmom have a group of friends they hang out, and we see them a lot. One of them is my godmom. But they just have fun, even though they are grownups. They sit and drink beer and wine, and create delicious pizza’s on this stone thing they put in the oven. Since my dad had me way before his friends started to have children, I kind of sit in between the adults and the two year olds. I’m not complaining, they are cute. And the pizza is yummy. But when I grow up, if I grow up, I want to be able to partying with my friend group and then baby clothes shopping years later. I just hope I will be able to do that when I will be leaving all my friends behind.
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