We’re studying Shakespeare in English class. My teacher told us his 450th birthday is this year. Right now we’re reading Romeo and Juliet. Claire thinks it’s terribly romantic and I think it’s just silly and corny. So the school is putting on a spring play and Claire is trying out for the part of Juliet. Molly is too, but I think Claire will get it because she’s so dramatic. The bad thing is that Jared is trying out for the part of Romeo. Claire is just horrified at the thought of him being Romeo. She thinks it would be humiliating if they ended up being an on stage couple. I think she should be more scared of Molly if that happens. Molly will NOT be happy. I’m going to be on set construction and then on stage crew. I’ll get to help build the sets and then help with props and moving the scenes. Noah told me he doesn’t think I should help with sets because I’m a girl. I told him I probably know more about tools than he does. I’ll show him I know the difference between a flathead screwdriver and a Phillips screwdriver!
Today we took a field trip to the art museum. They had a special painting on exhibit called “The Girl With A Pearl Earring.” I was kind of dreading the trip because Claire hasn’t quite forgiven me for the whole Jared thing, but it was actually fun. The painting was cool. Claire and I decided the girl was really pretty. Our teacher said that not much is known about her, so Claire and I made up a story about her. We decided she was the daughter of a wealthy business man. She was in love with a poor farmer who her father disapproved. He promised her to one of his older business associates. The pearl earrings were a pre-wedding present that the business associate requested she wear for her portrait. She had finally come to the conclusion that she was not going to get out of the marriage so that explains the slightly sad look on her face. Then Claire looked sad. She said she knew all about unrequited love. I think she was being a bit dramatic, but I gave her a hug anyway. I like the painting. The girl helped Claire and I make up.
So I totally messed up. Claire has been moping around for days because of this Jared/Molly thing so I decided to try to fix things for her. My whole motivation was to help her. Really. But it didn’t work out that way. I got to school before Claire did on Friday and saw Jared by himself at his locker. It was the perfect time to talk to him. This was our conversation:
Me: Hey, Jared.
J (looking confused): Hi.
Me: I’m Abby. A friend of Claire’s.
J (still looking confused): Okay.
Me: Well, I know you’re going out with Molly, but I thought you should know that there’s someone else who likes you. She’s really cool.
Me: It’s Claire.
J: Who’s Claire?
I would like to say at this point I knew this had not been a good idea, but it was a little late to back out now.
Me: Claire. The girl who always passes notes to you from Molly in science class.
J: Oh her.
Me: Okay, well now you know. She really is a cool person.
J: Good to know.
And he walked away.
By lunch time, the whole school knew that Claire had a crush on Jared and let’s just say Claire was NOT happy. Not happy at all. I feel terrible that I messed this up. I was just completely positive that Jared would be interested in her over Molly. Who wouldn’t be? I guess the one good thing that’s come out of this is that Claire isn’t moping anymore. She’s just incredibly mad. At me.
Faithful readers, I apologize for my long absence. The holidays and life events kept me from blogging, but I’m back and ready to tell you all about the terrible thing that’s happened! Molly has started going out with Jared, the guy Claire has had a crush on since he moved here. Claire is devastated, but trying so hard to hide it. Even worse is that Claire sits in between Jared and Molly in science class so Molly is always asking her to pass notes to Jared. I don’t know what to say or how to help, other than to suggest to Claire that she ask to change seats. The whole thing is awful! I’ve never seen Claire so upset! If only Jared knew that Claire liked him! I just know he would pick Claire over Molly!
Have you ever had one of those days where you just wake up grouchy? Nothing seems to go right and everyone annoys you? That’s my day today. I know people aren’t really trying to annoy me or aren’t acting any different than normal, but they’re annoying me immensely! Now I’m just more mad that I know I’m being grouchy. It’s Christmas and I’m supposed to be happy an in a good mood and I just feel like biting everyone’s head off! I need to get out of this bad mood and fast!!
I’m eating spaghettios right now while dreaming about turkey, mashed potatoes, my mom’s awesome noodles, and pumpkin pie. I LOVE Thanksgiving! I’m sad that a lot of times it gets skipped. People like to go straight to Christmas, but Thanksgiving is like the precursor to Christmas! It’s so fun to get together with family and share a meal together. I love waking up to the smell of turkey in the oven, watching the parade in my jammies, helping Mom make the table all fancy… Before we eat, we always go around the table and share one thing we’re thankful for. I’ve been thinking about it a lot today and I think what I’m most thankful for is that we have a roof over our heads and food on the table. With all the storms that have gone through here in the US and in the Philippines, it’s made me realize just how blessed me and my family are. Having a house and food seem like simple things, but for some people, they’re not simple things at all. They’d love to have those things. Isn’t it crazy how one situation can totally change your outlook on life?
Happy Thanksgiving everyone!!!
My dad decided that Kent and I needed to go on a fishing trip with him. He wanted to take us to one of his favorite spots, even though he hadn’t been there in years. Mom voted not to go and after I found out that there was no indoor plumbing at this favorite spot, I wasn’t so sure I wanted to go either. But Dad was so excited, I couldn’t say no. We left after supper and it was already getting dark. I fell asleep in the backseat and woke up when Dad, in a slightly raised voice, was telling Kent that he was reading the map wrong. Even in the dark, I could see Dad’s white-knuckled grip on the steering wheel. The road we were on was really bumpy and you couldn’t see very far in front of the car. I looked out my window, but couldn’t really see in the darkness. The fact that Dad was clearly nervous, made me nervous too. Kent’s shoulders were all scrunched up like he was really tense too. Finally, after an hour of driving on this bumpy, dirt road, Dad relaxed his grip on the steering wheel and announced that he recognized where we were and that we would be there soon. Kent switched off his flashlight and pretty soon Dad pulled in front of this shack. Dad never said a word the whole weekend about the drive up, but when we came home, I understood why Dad and Kent were so nervous. The view was spectacular, but had Dad made a wrong move in the dark, we would have plunged over the side of a ravine. I was glad I didn’t know how steep it was until we were leaving in the light of day! Thank goodness Dad is a good driver!
My mom dragged me along with her to do errands. Never a fun thing. It’s so boring running into one building after another for like three minutes. Anyway… So we’re at the city building when I notice this woman. She seemed really nervous, smoothing down her skirt and tucking her hair behind her ears. She wasn’t very clean at all. Her red hair was ratty and her shirt had a stain on it. She caught me staring and blushed. My mom elbowed me and told me it wasn’t polite to stare. As if I didn’t already know that. But I couldn’t seem to help it. When it was her turn, she handed a piece of paper to the older lady sitting behind the desk. The lady glanced at the paper and then looked the woman up and down. I couldn’t tell what the city lady was thinking, but it made the woman even more nervous. Finally, the city lady smiled and said she would turn the paper in to the proper people. Then it was our turn. The city lady was shaking her head and murmuring, “Poor thing.” I asked my mom about the woman after we left. Mom said the woman might have been applying for a job or trying to get some help. I wonder if the woman is okay. I wonder if the city will call her back for an interview. I wonder what happened to her before today. Did she lose her job and then her house? Did she have any family? I hope God will help her find her way, wherever she is.
Don’t you hate when you have the opportunity to do something, but then you get scared and you totally miss out? That just happened to me. In the school newspaper they were looking for someone to work at the paper. I really wanted to fill out the paperwork to try and even got the paperwork, but I got scared when I looked at the registration form. I’m notthatgood at writing and some of the questions were hard. So I left it on my desk so I could think about it. For a whole week, I thought about it. Then yesterday, they announced over the PA that they picked somebody. I was so mad! I was too chicken to even turn my paper in. I mean, seriously, the worst thing that could have happened was that they wouldn’t pick me and I definitely wouldn’t get picked if I never turned my paper in! Next time, I’m going to turn my paper in, even if the questions look scary. I’m at least going to try! I still can’t believe I didn’t even try!
Something really bad happened over the weekend. One of my classmates died in a car accident. I didn’t know him very well, but it’s still so weird that he’s gone. We’re only in junior high. We’re supposed to have the rest of our lives to do stuff: prom, college, get married, have kids… My mom says that’s why it’s so important to make sure we’re right with God, because we never know when we’ll be called home. It’s a little bit freaky to think about death. I mean I know as a Christian I’ll be going to heaven, but death still seems so final. I don’t want anyone in my family to die. Dad reminded me that death isn’t the finale. It’s a reunion, a homecoming, with Jesus. And with the loved ones who have gone before us. I know he’s right, but still… I wish we could skip it, like Elijah did. Maybe I’ll start praying for that. Well, and for Gordon’s family and friends. They must really be missing him.