I have a massive headache
HOUSE TONIGHT YOU GUYS!!!! Who's as excited at I am!?!?!!?!?!?!?!!? I can't wait to see Janel!!!!! I seriously went nuts in Health class today squeeing. Which is probably a bad first impression to make on the couple new people I met in that class today.
The new schedule started today and I think that my dislike for Geometry may possibly be surpassed by my hate for Biology. I've never liked science, but something tells me that Bio is going to have special place in my own personal Hell. *headdesk* My other classes aren't too bad and I even have Art first thing in the morning which is a pretty good class to have in the morning because I don't actually have to wake up for it.
So it's been a joke among my friends and I that we should all hop on a plane this summer and fly down to The Dominican Republic to see our friend Hannah whose parents are missionaries down there. Today at lunch Katie comes in and is all the suddenly serious about the idea saying that her mom will even go down with us.
And I ask her when they had looked at and I'm really really excited about it. The first two weeks in August. I want to punch something. She knew I can't go then. I always go to camp those weeks and it's always the same weeks. It gets worse. Apparently I was the only one of us left out of this decision because they had talked before about how this would work for both of them. So I tell them that--or rather I tell Katie who seems to be the ringleader so far. She gives me a hug and pretty much tells me to suck it up and choose. Ok, not in those words, but with that kind of an... attitude. I feel like that's not the right word, but I can't for the life of me think of a better one.
So I leave with tears in my eyes and go on to my Humanities class. By the time I get there I'm pretty much sobbing and Doc takes one look at me and tells me to go to the nurse. I spend the next twenty minutes banging my head up against the wall. They are making me choose between the impossible--two of my best friends in the world. I want to punch something.
The new schedule started today and I think that my dislike for Geometry may possibly be surpassed by my hate for Biology. I've never liked science, but something tells me that Bio is going to have special place in my own personal Hell. *headdesk* My other classes aren't too bad and I even have Art first thing in the morning which is a pretty good class to have in the morning because I don't actually have to wake up for it.
So it's been a joke among my friends and I that we should all hop on a plane this summer and fly down to The Dominican Republic to see our friend Hannah whose parents are missionaries down there. Today at lunch Katie comes in and is all the suddenly serious about the idea saying that her mom will even go down with us.
And I ask her when they had looked at and I'm really really excited about it. The first two weeks in August. I want to punch something. She knew I can't go then. I always go to camp those weeks and it's always the same weeks. It gets worse. Apparently I was the only one of us left out of this decision because they had talked before about how this would work for both of them. So I tell them that--or rather I tell Katie who seems to be the ringleader so far. She gives me a hug and pretty much tells me to suck it up and choose. Ok, not in those words, but with that kind of an... attitude. I feel like that's not the right word, but I can't for the life of me think of a better one.
So I leave with tears in my eyes and go on to my Humanities class. By the time I get there I'm pretty much sobbing and Doc takes one look at me and tells me to go to the nurse. I spend the next twenty minutes banging my head up against the wall. They are making me choose between the impossible--two of my best friends in the world. I want to punch something.