my week
Ok, depressing stuff out of the way first:
There were way too many people that died on January 18th. Way too many people cried on that day, and it made me cry today to think about it. Effing January.
Ok, that's pretty much all about that.
Math was pretty good, it was easy. Kinda boring, actually.
Religion was awful. My prayer/essay was due today and as I clutched it in my hands I thought of so many things to add to it. Then I learned how many people that students in my class (of only SIXTEEN) knew that had died on January 18. We ended with a prayer and I couldn't speak, and Mrs. Parson added a little prayer at the end for whoever I was crying for, which embarrassed me.
Spanish was much better. We learned irregular present progressive verbs. That was seriously all we did.
WE HAD AN ASSEMBLY! Omg, Michael and AJ in cheerleading outfits has completed my life. I can die without regret now.
Oh yeah, back to Spanish, we learned how to say "I am dying". Estoy muriendo. Ay, estaMOS muriendo! Estamos muriendo porque muchas personas estaben muriendo el dieciocho de enero. Estoy muriendo porque yo vivo.
Comp apps was sweet with B Schmidt subbing. He turned on March Mania on TV and played music videos on the projector. I was one of the few that actually did work, and I so nearly finished...it was cool, though.
English was...I dunno. Nothing remarkable happened. Well, we decided we're not convinced that Hemingway's not convinced about God's existance. Whatev.
Band was just weird. Of 19, ELEVEN were absent. Ten were sick, the other one was in Italy. The sound seems so empty without the others, but it sounds horribly better in tune. That was horrible grammar, wasn't it? Oh dear...
Track was severely painful. We had pictures taken. I had medium sized shorts and an XL jersey because that was all that was left. It was longer than my shorts. D---. But then we had to do time trials, and EVERYBODY had to run EVERY EVENT. I, a thrower, had to run 100m, 200m, 400m, and 800m (though thankfully B Schmidt, the throwing coach, got us out of the 800m *bows to the B*). Had my best 100m time ever, my 200m was ok, but my 400m...well, it was better than I thought it was going to be, but I could've taken off a whole 15 seconds. In the middle my legs cramped. I just came to a complete stop and was screaming in pain. I finally got back into a jog. At the last 100, the coaches screamed at me to sprint. Danged if I didn't ignore every pain and anguish in my body and gave it my all. I beat half the thrower boys, even with my complete stop from leg cramps.
THAT is why I do track. Mom wants to know why I allow myself to be submitted to such torture (oh yeah, yesterday instead of running a total of 9 laps, I did 200 pushups, 200 situps, 100 overtheheads sitting, 100 overtheheads standing, 100 shot throws, and 10 minutes of wallsits). That is part of the reason why. Because I may be weak, but I am improving, and I am learning to not ashamed. I am proud of myself.
"This is your life, are you who you want to be?
This is your life, are you who you want to be?
This is your life, is it everything you dreamed that it would be
When the world was younger and you have everything to lose?" ~Switchfoot
^my motivation.
There were way too many people that died on January 18th. Way too many people cried on that day, and it made me cry today to think about it. Effing January.
Ok, that's pretty much all about that.
Math was pretty good, it was easy. Kinda boring, actually.
Religion was awful. My prayer/essay was due today and as I clutched it in my hands I thought of so many things to add to it. Then I learned how many people that students in my class (of only SIXTEEN) knew that had died on January 18. We ended with a prayer and I couldn't speak, and Mrs. Parson added a little prayer at the end for whoever I was crying for, which embarrassed me.
Spanish was much better. We learned irregular present progressive verbs. That was seriously all we did.
WE HAD AN ASSEMBLY! Omg, Michael and AJ in cheerleading outfits has completed my life. I can die without regret now.
Oh yeah, back to Spanish, we learned how to say "I am dying". Estoy muriendo. Ay, estaMOS muriendo! Estamos muriendo porque muchas personas estaben muriendo el dieciocho de enero. Estoy muriendo porque yo vivo.
Comp apps was sweet with B Schmidt subbing. He turned on March Mania on TV and played music videos on the projector. I was one of the few that actually did work, and I so nearly finished...it was cool, though.
English was...I dunno. Nothing remarkable happened. Well, we decided we're not convinced that Hemingway's not convinced about God's existance. Whatev.
Band was just weird. Of 19, ELEVEN were absent. Ten were sick, the other one was in Italy. The sound seems so empty without the others, but it sounds horribly better in tune. That was horrible grammar, wasn't it? Oh dear...
Track was severely painful. We had pictures taken. I had medium sized shorts and an XL jersey because that was all that was left. It was longer than my shorts. D---. But then we had to do time trials, and EVERYBODY had to run EVERY EVENT. I, a thrower, had to run 100m, 200m, 400m, and 800m (though thankfully B Schmidt, the throwing coach, got us out of the 800m *bows to the B*). Had my best 100m time ever, my 200m was ok, but my 400m...well, it was better than I thought it was going to be, but I could've taken off a whole 15 seconds. In the middle my legs cramped. I just came to a complete stop and was screaming in pain. I finally got back into a jog. At the last 100, the coaches screamed at me to sprint. Danged if I didn't ignore every pain and anguish in my body and gave it my all. I beat half the thrower boys, even with my complete stop from leg cramps.
THAT is why I do track. Mom wants to know why I allow myself to be submitted to such torture (oh yeah, yesterday instead of running a total of 9 laps, I did 200 pushups, 200 situps, 100 overtheheads sitting, 100 overtheheads standing, 100 shot throws, and 10 minutes of wallsits). That is part of the reason why. Because I may be weak, but I am improving, and I am learning to not ashamed. I am proud of myself.
"This is your life, are you who you want to be?
This is your life, are you who you want to be?
This is your life, is it everything you dreamed that it would be
When the world was younger and you have everything to lose?" ~Switchfoot
^my motivation.