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The Lady Vikes Basketball Banquet was Wednesday night. It was terrible. Ever had one of those nights were thing after thing after thing goes wrong and you get humiliated over and over and over? Yep, it was one of those nights. This is a big grip list.. I would suggest going to the bottom of the stuff and just reading the end.
First I forgot to order dinner for my Dad, but luckily I was able to take care of that and there was dinner there for him.
Second, the juniors had forgotten to get a present for the coaches, and it was the day of the banquet five minutes before school got out. "Rose, could you get the present?" I was the only one not working or busy after school. But I had Latin II until 4 o'clock and then I had to ask my mom to helicopter me to Wingers to get a gift certificate.
Third- At school I had made this snazzy photo-shop design for the seniors to give them at the banquet, it took me close to ten hours to work on it. That day at the school all of the yellow in the printer cartridges ran out. AaHHHHHH! Ok, let's run over to Kinko's and get them printed there after I get the certificate at Wingers. My mother and I arrive at Kinko's and I hand them the disk. Everything will be fine, I kept telling myself. The ma came back with the desk and said "Sorry, this is an Illustrator9 program and we only have Illustrator7. I wanted to cry. My mom however is much smarter than me and flew over to another print shop where they had the Illustrator9 program. I was so happy.. But then they had a problem pulling my project off the disk. He was about to give up after ten minutes when it miraculously popped up on the screen. Eugapie and hallelujah! I paid for them and whipped out of there in time to get home and change clothes for the banquet.
Fourth- We get to the little place next to Alicia's Cafe where we are having the banquet and are greeted by an enthusiastic Salvo. I hand her the photoshop pictures (almost handing her the gift certificate as well) and I tell her to give them to the seniors, but to keep it CONFIDENTIAL! Salvo laughed and slapped me on the shoulder saying "Ok, I'll keep it confidential., but don't blame me if I had my fingers crossed while saying that." I laughed too. She wouldn't tell, right? I found out ten minutes later, I was wrong. She told. Up in front of every one! Not only did she say that I did them, but she also told about me not wanting everyone to know! Argh! Salvo!
Fifth- Megan Mathews was hit during gym that day during a little scrimmage ball by a runaway elbow. She was hit right below the eye and it sort of popped. There were around five people going for the rebound at the same time. Kimber, me, Jentry, Megan, and Tina and nobody could figure out you did it. She had to have stitches and was bleeding all over. At the banquet Tara Evans yells at me from across the room. "Rosalie! You are mean!"" , "What?" I shout back. "You killed Megan.!" I sat there with my jaw hanging open as my parents and people around me all jeered and laughed that I didn't even know that I hit her. Megan said it was me and I guess it must have been. It is just kind of strange that I didn't know. I felt so bad and it was really embarrassing to be laughed at by the entire team and parents. I really did not feel anything on the rebound, I didn't even get the rebound. I don't have many nerves in my elbow I guess.
Six- Everyone was given awards. I received 'best stuffer' to the laughter of all and to the addition of my red cheeks.
Seven- The juniors at the end all got up in front of everyone to give the couches the certificate. And because I was the one holding the thing, I was stuck out in front and had to say something to the coaches. I must have said something pretty stupid because there was some low snickering from the parents. I fled back to my seat for the rest of the banquet.
Eight- They showed a movie afterwords with film of small bits of the years games and then a collection of pictures from each player on the team.. My parents refused to stay and I was feeling pretty ridiculous to just leave when no one else was. But my father made it very clear he did not care crap about seeing my pictures and so he left.
Nine- I actually convinced them to stay for two minutes longer. They didn't watch the movie, they went to talk to the coaches. I stood a little ways away watching the movie, but I could still here some of what was said. And something that my father said about me shocked and really hurt. It still stings to think about it. They finished talking to the coaches and I joined them and left. But not before I saw that my mom didn't hand any pictures in for the movie. She hadn't taken any. So there was just one lone picture of me, standing off in the background of someone else's picture. I felt awful.
Ten- I slumped down in the backseat of the car and listened to my parents tell me what wonderful things the coaches said about me. They fed me lies the whole way home, and it hurt even more because I had heard what the coaches had actually said. I said something really bitter on the last part of the way home to my mom and I think it hurt her. My dad offered to play me some one-on-one, but I just said I had to much homework and shut the door. I ran down to my room and cried. It felt so strange. I never cry. I felt so bad that I had hurt my parents.
First I forgot to order dinner for my Dad, but luckily I was able to take care of that and there was dinner there for him.
Second, the juniors had forgotten to get a present for the coaches, and it was the day of the banquet five minutes before school got out. "Rose, could you get the present?" I was the only one not working or busy after school. But I had Latin II until 4 o'clock and then I had to ask my mom to helicopter me to Wingers to get a gift certificate.
Third- At school I had made this snazzy photo-shop design for the seniors to give them at the banquet, it took me close to ten hours to work on it. That day at the school all of the yellow in the printer cartridges ran out. AaHHHHHH! Ok, let's run over to Kinko's and get them printed there after I get the certificate at Wingers. My mother and I arrive at Kinko's and I hand them the disk. Everything will be fine, I kept telling myself. The ma came back with the desk and said "Sorry, this is an Illustrator9 program and we only have Illustrator7. I wanted to cry. My mom however is much smarter than me and flew over to another print shop where they had the Illustrator9 program. I was so happy.. But then they had a problem pulling my project off the disk. He was about to give up after ten minutes when it miraculously popped up on the screen. Eugapie and hallelujah! I paid for them and whipped out of there in time to get home and change clothes for the banquet.
Fourth- We get to the little place next to Alicia's Cafe where we are having the banquet and are greeted by an enthusiastic Salvo. I hand her the photoshop pictures (almost handing her the gift certificate as well) and I tell her to give them to the seniors, but to keep it CONFIDENTIAL! Salvo laughed and slapped me on the shoulder saying "Ok, I'll keep it confidential., but don't blame me if I had my fingers crossed while saying that." I laughed too. She wouldn't tell, right? I found out ten minutes later, I was wrong. She told. Up in front of every one! Not only did she say that I did them, but she also told about me not wanting everyone to know! Argh! Salvo!
Fifth- Megan Mathews was hit during gym that day during a little scrimmage ball by a runaway elbow. She was hit right below the eye and it sort of popped. There were around five people going for the rebound at the same time. Kimber, me, Jentry, Megan, and Tina and nobody could figure out you did it. She had to have stitches and was bleeding all over. At the banquet Tara Evans yells at me from across the room. "Rosalie! You are mean!"" , "What?" I shout back. "You killed Megan.!" I sat there with my jaw hanging open as my parents and people around me all jeered and laughed that I didn't even know that I hit her. Megan said it was me and I guess it must have been. It is just kind of strange that I didn't know. I felt so bad and it was really embarrassing to be laughed at by the entire team and parents. I really did not feel anything on the rebound, I didn't even get the rebound. I don't have many nerves in my elbow I guess.
Six- Everyone was given awards. I received 'best stuffer' to the laughter of all and to the addition of my red cheeks.
Seven- The juniors at the end all got up in front of everyone to give the couches the certificate. And because I was the one holding the thing, I was stuck out in front and had to say something to the coaches. I must have said something pretty stupid because there was some low snickering from the parents. I fled back to my seat for the rest of the banquet.
Eight- They showed a movie afterwords with film of small bits of the years games and then a collection of pictures from each player on the team.. My parents refused to stay and I was feeling pretty ridiculous to just leave when no one else was. But my father made it very clear he did not care crap about seeing my pictures and so he left.
Nine- I actually convinced them to stay for two minutes longer. They didn't watch the movie, they went to talk to the coaches. I stood a little ways away watching the movie, but I could still here some of what was said. And something that my father said about me shocked and really hurt. It still stings to think about it. They finished talking to the coaches and I joined them and left. But not before I saw that my mom didn't hand any pictures in for the movie. She hadn't taken any. So there was just one lone picture of me, standing off in the background of someone else's picture. I felt awful.
Ten- I slumped down in the backseat of the car and listened to my parents tell me what wonderful things the coaches said about me. They fed me lies the whole way home, and it hurt even more because I had heard what the coaches had actually said. I said something really bitter on the last part of the way home to my mom and I think it hurt her. My dad offered to play me some one-on-one, but I just said I had to much homework and shut the door. I ran down to my room and cried. It felt so strange. I never cry. I felt so bad that I had hurt my parents.