RAINY DAYS ARE A BIT SAD EH?
What a day. We had the field trip for Spanish class. It was fun. We went to some middle school though. The dance was a bit weird and a waste of time... I didn't understand what it was for? A lesson? Who knows. I had the best date though! My unofficial buddy was with me the whole day. We listened to Bryant's Ipod (I had to beg him, but he complied =)) on the bus. We went to Olvera Street. It was fun. I felt independent. We got to roam wild and walk around. We had lunch and it was about seventeen dollars. He paid! The enchilads were great. The burrito, not so much. We also got root beer floats then went back to school.
That's when things got uncool. It was perfect timing for theory, but I had no shorts. So I borrowed Maybel's, then Jessica's. Self serve and hit. Mr. Kanow told me what I did wrong and told me the correct way to hit. It is difficult. I have to work on it, but I don't know if I'm doing it right. I stayed afterschool because Marilyn went home. It was a bit lonely. I practiced the new hitting technique and I felt retarded. I couldn't fix it. I need to ask Kanow tomorrow again. I really want to get this down soon. The guys practiced. I saw him and a few other people. I don't know. It's stupid. I think it is. He's different now. No, he's just one of the guys.
When I got home, things got hectic. The school called, informing that I ditched class? My dad went crazy pyscho on me! I was pissed off by then. Why did they mark me absent? Now I need to go to the attendence office and have a talk with Mr. Garcia. This blows. There was also no Chemistry test. It'll probably be tomorrow.
My worst fear is losing everything I've worked for. Failure. Just like Tony. I'm terrified of failure. I hate it. I don't want to experience it. I get scared sometimes. Maybe one day I'll start to be lazy and my grades will drop. Please don't let that happen. Things haven't been going well for me. I'm really scared.
I need to beat this.
That's when things got uncool. It was perfect timing for theory, but I had no shorts. So I borrowed Maybel's, then Jessica's. Self serve and hit. Mr. Kanow told me what I did wrong and told me the correct way to hit. It is difficult. I have to work on it, but I don't know if I'm doing it right. I stayed afterschool because Marilyn went home. It was a bit lonely. I practiced the new hitting technique and I felt retarded. I couldn't fix it. I need to ask Kanow tomorrow again. I really want to get this down soon. The guys practiced. I saw him and a few other people. I don't know. It's stupid. I think it is. He's different now. No, he's just one of the guys.
When I got home, things got hectic. The school called, informing that I ditched class? My dad went crazy pyscho on me! I was pissed off by then. Why did they mark me absent? Now I need to go to the attendence office and have a talk with Mr. Garcia. This blows. There was also no Chemistry test. It'll probably be tomorrow.
My worst fear is losing everything I've worked for. Failure. Just like Tony. I'm terrified of failure. I hate it. I don't want to experience it. I get scared sometimes. Maybe one day I'll start to be lazy and my grades will drop. Please don't let that happen. Things haven't been going well for me. I'm really scared.
I need to beat this.