I’m not going to lie. I have kind of turned into a germaphobe. Okay, well there’s not really any ‘kind of’ about it. I am a total germaphobe. It’s terrible. So right now all my friends and classmates have the sniffles and the flu is going around for like the fifth time and I can’t take it. I HATE being sick. So no one really enjoys sickness, but I’m so afraid that I’m going to get sick that I am constantly bathing my hands in antibacterial stuff. And don’t get me started on how often I’m going to the bathroom just to wash my hands and get all those germs off. It’s terrible and I know I’m being ridiculous, but I so don’t want to get sick! Zeke thinks I need therapy. He might be right, but don’t tell him I said that. The last thing he needs is to be right again!
Sick, sick, sick. I hate being sick. And I’m not sick enough to stay home from school, just sick enough to feel miserable. You know, like that your head is in a bubble feeling. Can’t breath, stuffy, yuckness. I can’t even come up with a complete sentence I’m so sick. How are you supposed to concentrate on a math quiz when we you’re struggling to breathe? I’m sure I don’t know. On top of being sick, I burned myself. I love using my mom’s pizza stone, but when I was pulling out my pizza, I totally burned myself on the side of the oven. It blistered almost immediately. And it hurts. Then I dropped the plate that I was going to put my pizza on and it shattered into a million pieces. Great. It has not exactly been the best day. But it’s on days like these that I remember that there are other people out there having worse days. They might not have food or a house or a family and well, then I think that maybe I can maybe not whine so much about having a cold and a bad day. I do have food and a house and a family. And sometimes I need to learn to be content with that.
So we’ve only been going to school for like a month and already I can’t believe the stuff I have to do. Projects, projects, projects. And seriously, why does it all have to be drawing? Like some of us aren’t exactly award winning illustrators. Ridiculous. I am stressed to the max about this history project we have to do. I can’t draw Amelia Earhart! There’s no way! And our lit project… Don’t even get me started. I just want to pull my hair out. There’s one good thing about math; there’s no big projects! I know I should pray about getting some peace about these things, but what I really want is for God to do the projects for me. Or for my group projects, maybe He could get me some better partners.
How many days left in the school year?
Well, I’m back! Summer is almost over – boo – and my parents told me yesterday it’s time to start getting back into the groove. I told them after fair. Fair is one of my most favorite parts of summer. Can we just say elephant ears!! If you don’t know what those are, you need to be educated! They are AMAZING! So the rides aren’t exactly amusement park quality, but they’re still super fun. At night, all the kids walk around to see who’s with who now and catch up on all the drama before school starts. Plus, you get to wear the brand new jeans you just got school shopping. Yup, it’s pretty awesome. I’m trying to convince Zeke that he absolutely needs to go. He thinks he’s big city material (he’s not) and doesn’t want to go. I told him it was worth it for the food alone. Milkshakes, cheese curds, vinegar fries… My stomach is grumbling already. Don’t worry. I’ll convince him.
In my social studies class, we’re supposed to be keeping up with current events so we can discuss them on Fridays. I hate it! I don’t want to watch the news. Some of it is just plain boring – city stuff that doesn’t make sense to me. Some of it is just drama – and I thought junior high was bad! But a lot of it is scary! Plane crashes or missing planes, drugs, robberies, shootings, terrorist attacks… I seriously have nightmares about it. Mom wanted to take me to the mall yesterday to catch some sales, but I didn’t want to go. What if some crazy person decided it was a good day to shoot up the mall? Mom told me we can’t let fear rule our hearts. We have to trust God’s plan for our life, but I can’t just snap my fingers and get over it. Mom finally did convince me to go with her and we were just fine, but I’m still afraid. How do you get past your fear?
I am one of those people that LOVE Christmas! I could sing Christmas songs all year long. Don’t get me wrong, I like Thanksgiving too, but I sure do love Christmas! I have to admit though, there are some Christmas songs I just don’t get. Like “I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus.” Who came up with that? I can’t imagine sitting by my Christmas tree, mesmerized by the twinkly lights, and thinking, I wonder what Dad would think if Mom kissed Santa Claus and then write a song about it! Crazy! Or how about “Grandma Got Ran Over By a Reindeer?” My Grandpa thinks this is funny and it is kind of, but I just don’t know how people come up with this stuff. My favorite Christmas song of all time is “What Child is This?” It’s a beautiful song. Haunting. I LOVE it!
What Christmas songs are your favorites? Or what songs do you just not get?
I had a terrible dream last night! It was the first day of school and I wore my oldest pair of pajamas-the ones with cartoon characters on them. Everyone was laughing at me, especially Landon. When I ran into the bathroom, I looked in the mirror and my hair was stubble. It was all hacked off! Then, I went to my locker and I couldn’t remember the combination. I was late to class and then discovered that I’d left all my school supplies at home. Noah had an extra pencil, but he wouldn’t share. Molly dumped her lunch on me on purpose and the secretary wouldn’t let me call my mom to bring new clothes. It was the most horrible dream ever! I think it’s a sign I shouldn’t go to school this year. Now to convince my parents!
Finally we have a sunny day! I called Claire to see if I could hang out with her by her pool, but she was kind of vague. Then she finally just said that Molly and the rest of the cheerleaders were coming over. So now I don’t know what to do. I definitely am not going over to hang out with Molly. When did Claire get so chummy with Molly anyway? Whatever. I guess I’m on my own today. Mom suggested calling someone else and going to the public pool, but that’s for little kids. I wouldn’t be caught dead at the public pool unless I was baby-sitting or something. I’ll find something to do…
Yesterday, Noah’s dog got loose and was running around the neighborhood. I caught her in the neighbor’s yard. It looked like no one knew she was loose because there wasn’t anyone chasing her. I wish I could get a dog, but my mom said no because she thinks she’ll be the one taking care of it. I don’t know about that. When Noah and I were friends, I always liked walking Jamie. Dogs are easy to talk to. They just sit while you pet them and talk. Before I took Jamie back to Noah, I had a nice little chat with her. We talked about Noah and how I wished we could be friends again. I told her all about Claire and how I wished things were back to normal with her. Every once in awhile, Jamie would nod her head like she completely understood. If only Jamie was my dog. I took her back to Noah’s house and thankfully Noah’s mom answered the door instead of Noah. She hadn’t even known Jamie had gotten out, just like I thought. She was super grateful I found her and brought her back. Maybe Noah should have answered the door. Maybe he would have been super grateful too and then we could be friends again.
Sometimes I wish girls could get over things as easily as boys. Things between Claire and I still feel tense and it’s been that way for weeks. But today, Charles and Jack got into a fight in the hallway. They were yelling at each other, pushing, punching… One of the teachers broke it up and took them to the office. An hour later, Mrs. Smith sent me to the office to give the secretary some paperwork and there were Charles and Jack. They were sitting next to each other laughing and joking around like the fight never happened. I mean they both got suspended, but their fight didn’t affect their friendship at all. It might have even made it better. Why can’t it be that way for girls? Instead, we have to do the silent treatment and all the backstabbing garbage. It’s not like I want to punch anyone or be punched, but it might be easier than the months of sabotage we girls do.