Last Day....

Today is my last real day as a sophomore in high school. I have 3 exams on Friday, but I have tomorrow off, and I'm turning in the rest of my books today. It's awesome. Gottke is making us take a quiz on Africa today, and Steen is giving us a test, and Smith is making us do a review Excel sheet for Comp Apps. I'm watching Princess Bride first period, nothing in gym (probably will go up to the library), and nothing in Geometry.

It's funny, this time last year I was saying good-bye to my friends because I really thought I would never see them again because we were moving up North. This year really has been hectic.

And now a hilarious movie. Some of the guys in my English class put together a parody of Lord of the Flies for the end-of-year project. In case you can't tell, Ralph is JD from Scrubs, Jack is Anakin Skywalker from...well, if you don't know what he's from, you're just sad, and Simon is McFly from Back to the Future (which I have never seen). So, enjoy.

Scream Team

Cedar Point yesterday was pretty much one of the most fun days I've ever had. I hadn't been there since I was 6, and I had only ridden one roller coaster before yesterday, so it was definately an experience.

My meanie of a cousin, Mistie, told me she was going to make me ride three roller coasters with her. The first of these was Iron Dragon. John, Mistie, Garret, and I didn't have a wait at all for the ride. We got right on, which was good, so I didn't have a chance to chicken out. We went up the first hill and I was freaking out. I mean just going insane. After that first drop, it was a blast. The ride has two hills and drags you through a huge cloud of mist. It only goes about 45 MPH, so it's more of a starter coaster. It was good for me though. It was great. I ended up riding it two more times.

I did chicken out of the Corkscrew the first time we got in line. Mistie said that her back hurt, so she didn't want to go on it. I used this as a great excuse to get out of it. So John and Garret went along by themselves and we waited on the sidelines. Later in the day, I ended up running into Rachel (what are the odds?) and we rode the coaster with her sister and step-dad. Anna, her sister, is scared of heights and speed. Yet, she rode on the ride. Genius. So we take off and after the first hill, we just started screaming. You go over 3, yes 3, loops in this ride. It was SO COOL! Terrifying beyond belief, but so cool.

Did I mention the throngs of Pentecostals there yesterday? I mean, I saw so many people from camp that it wasn't even funny. I saw Rachael Walters, Rose Pamer, Jared Condon, the Williamsons, and a ton of others. It was amazing.

The Cedar Creek Mine Ride is one of the most hilarious rides on earth. Seriously. Brittany McNamara, John, Mistie, and I rode it. Sis. Redmond thought it looked too scary and rough, so she chickened out. We mocked her to scorn for this. It is a hilarious ride. The first drop is a whole *gasp* one foot. The ride is so pathetic that it's funny. It's great.

Before I rode the Mine Ride I rode the most fun ride ever. This ride is simply amazing. I less than three it and rode it twice in a row. Snake River Falls is just so incredibly COOL!!!!! You drop 80 feet at a 52 degree angle so fast that it feels like you're free falling. And you get drenched. A tidal wave 30 feet long and 64 feet wide hits you at the end of the slide.

After I rode the Iron Dragon (yeah, I know I'm going out of order here) I went on Disaster Transport. There isn't really a lot to say about that ride. Pretty much just like Iron Dragon except for plummeting into darkness. And that Mistie didn't warn me to take my glasses off so I had to hold them onto my face the whole time. Good times (not.)

Late in the evening, I made myself a promise. I said "Self, you are going to ride one big ride if it kills you. And with all the rides breaking down like they have been today, that is a great possibility." So, my dear friend Rachel Fortner and I decided to go ride Magnum. Unfortunately, the wait for Magnum was 1 1/2 hours. So we pressed on to the Gemini. I have a terrible phobia of wooden coasters. I'm not big on going up hills as it is, but that whole creaking on wooden coasters gives me the heebie jeebies. But we went on Gemini anyway. It's 60 MPH and drops you 115 feet. Righteous. So, we get on the ride, which Rachel assures is an easy one, but then halfway up the hill she says, "You know, this may be the one that lifts you out of your seat."
"It what?"
"It may be Magnum, I'm not sure, but I think this is the one that lifts you out of the seat."
"Rachel, you better pray it's not. If it is, I'm going to hurt you."

Indeed it was the one that lifts you. I resisted the urge to push her off of the Mean Streak later on for this. I should have, and she knows it (muahahaha) She was laughing at me the whole time I was on the Gemini and the Mean Streak. I was visibly and audibly praying. I think we could have had a revival on those rides if we had stayed on there any longer.

Speaking of the Mean Streak, this was my favorite coaster that I rode yesterday. You will be perhaps-not-so-interested to know that yours truly has ridden one of America's tallest, fastest wooden coasters. Twice in a row. Booyah.

Honestly, I was terrified. Before we pushed off the hill, I screamed at the operators to "let me off this death machine". They didn't and after the first hill, I was fine. Rachel did indeed get smote. With a cloud of bugs. Which she swallowed. I told her it serves her right for laughing at me. We rode it twice. After this we had such a great adrenaline rush that we decided that we wanted to ride the monster and king of all coasters (except for the Dragster)- The Millennium Force.


Unfortunately, we didn't get to. Because we were good children at decided we were going to be back at the van at 9:30 as we were told and the wait was 45 minutes and it was 8:27 at that time, and the van was a good wait. I was quite bummed. We also decided to see what the wait for the Dragster was, but after seeing the line, I was scared to ask. So off to the van we went. And our feet almost fell off.

It turned out that with the time we got out, we could have probably ridden BOTH of the coasters. We had an incident with one of the kids getting lost, turning herself in, and calling her parents, which meant we couldn't get out until 10:30. I was so mad. I wanted to ride Millennium so badly. I will eventually.

And the OGT results are in...*UPADATED*

There were 5 OGT's. I passed all 5. This means that I don't have to take the exams. And that I get to graduate in '09 as planned. Life is good.


*UPDATE*

I smoked the OGT's. I got 4 "Accelerated" and 1 "Advanced". My Advanced was in Social Studies. The score on that was amazing. I was happy with my scores, but I know that I could have probably done better on the reading and writing, which disappoints me a little.

Name In Lights

I got my name in lights with notcelebrity.co.uk

Poaching

I thouroughly enjoy poaching pictures from my dad's Flickr. So I am.

As you can see, my brother and sister are very close. And incredibly adorable. Ask my friends at school. I nauseate them with bragging on them and showing pictures constantly. And Rachel gets it especially bad because my brother, as he has told me, wants to marry her.

I always that I would be thrown on train tracks first.

Anyway, in other news, I applied for a job at Subway on Tuesday and got made an anchor of the afternoon announcements (or Daily Buzz) at school yesterday. Good times.

Thursday 13 #17 -With More than 13

This was on MySpace, and I liked it, and I'm going to be an upperclass(wo)man next year so-

P.S. To my two class of '11 friends, I apologize. This is no reflection on you.

P.P.S. This is from MySpace. I think I edited all the junk out. If I missed something offensive, please tell me.

More Than Thirteen Tips to the class of '11

Dear Freshman,

Congrats....now you're the lowest of the low, Here are just a few helpful words of advice:

1. You are not cool.
2. Everyone does hate you.
3. You are annoying.
4. Sex doesn't make you cool & it won't make the upper-class boys think any higher of you. So don't go around bragging about it, no one cares & then you look like an easy freshman .. just leave all the things you did in 8th grade in middle school.
5. Dont brag about the number of seniors you know. The more u brag, the more we can tell you're a freshman.
6. You are a F-R-E-S-H-M-A-N.. not a "freshie" - shut up, you sound like a moron
7. Don't walk around telling upperclassmen you're not all stupid freshman, we don't care, we're still calling you one.
8. Respect your teachers and your peers. Getting written up everyday and purposely failing really doesn't look cool, we may laugh but it is at you for your ignorance. If your going to waste time and school board money on goofing around just drop out your a lost cause and your really not that cool. people talk down about you behind your back.
9. Dont think you're smart because you filled up water bottles with vodka/ or coke bottles with bacardi and snuck it onto your 8th grade field trip. We've all done it.. so don't be proud.
10. Don't post things like "FINALLY FRESH!! LOLZZZ" on myspace. If anything, you suck big time.
11. DO NOT think that the upper-class girls are your best friends.. they will just laugh at you.
12. Stop thinking u are the cat's hind-end cuz nobody even knows you
13. Do not wear ripped jeans and an Abercrombie shirt because you want to make "a variety of friends."
14. Do not slick your bangs to your face and wear "bracelets" in you're ears because you think that you're Hood.
15. If you are going to try and rebel, it most likely won't work.
16. Don't think that you have privacy now. Once you're here.. Your business is everyone's business.
17. dont brag about how smart you are and how ½ of your schedule is honors classes. thats just more work u have to go home and do.
18. Dont tell everyone you love your boyfriend after 2 days, you're an idiot.
19. Don't try to sit at upperclassmen lunch tables. You will be picked up and thrown onto the floor.
20. dont tell your friends that youre busy after school and tell them u have to go meet your friends in the jr./sr. parking lot, we all know your brother/sisters just taking you home.
21. You'll never be as hot as the '08 or '09 or '10 girls. So don't try.
22. To all freshman guys, you almost definitely can't get with the class of '08 or '09 '10, so stop trying.
23. Don't try to say you're older than you really are. The way you walk, dress & talk just has freshman written all over you.
24. Your name is "the class of 11." HAHA.. enough said.
25. Don' t try to pull that garbage "Well you were freshmen once..." STOP! We know that we were freshmen, but we arent anymore so shut up.
26. The day you mess with our boyfriend/girlfriend, you'll never enjoy high school again.
27. - DO NOT crowd our halls like cattle, because the upper classmen can (& most likely will), push you out of the way. You will get hurt
28. -Don't RUN class to class...I mean literally RUN. You have time. If you run class to class, we can so tell you're a freshman.

Believe me---You CANT win. Have FUN being a freshman...for a fun-filled year with NO life and NO opinion whatsoever.


Sincerely,
The Classes of '08, '09, '10

Right vs. Easy

I would like for my life to be non-complicated. But unfortunately, apparently there was some kind of cosmic contract signed by me before my birth for my life to be unimaginably messed-up.

My dad has warned me that once you put something on your blog, it is fair game for anyone to see, read, and analyze. Against my better judgment, I am going to push publish anyway.

My dad also warned me not to e-mail MX to ask him to leave me alone. Unfortunately, he did this after I had already pushed send. I wrote a polite reasoning why we could not be friends and apologized. He e-mailed me back wishing me the best of joy and happiness in life and I thought that it all was over. I felt kind of bad because of how nice he was, but I knew I couldn't and probably wouldn't change any of it.

I got an e-mail later on from his girlfriend, asking why I had lied to her and said I didn't know her when she had heard from other people that I don't like her, which I never said to anyone. I've met the girl probably once, about 2 years ago, we didn't really talk, and so therefore, I really don't know her. I did not lie.

She asked me why I had flat out lied to her and told me I was ridiculous for not being able to forgive someone. She told me that if I wasn't going to be friends with MX and have nothing to do with him, then I shouldn't talk to her either.

I about cried. Ok, I did cry. I honestly believe that I did the right thing. I've tried to be friends with MX and it always ends up in a fight. I did this for my own well-being and peace of mind and so that neither of us ended up hurt at the end of it. I was hurt that, according to her, he and one of my friends had told her that I said that I didn't like her. It hurt to be betrayed like that.

I never tried to contact her. She contacted me. And then she tells me not to contact her, which was kind of a non-issue. This part made me mad.

The part that really got to me was when she told me I was unforgiving. In my opinion, just because you forgive someone does not mean that you trust them and also doesn't mean that you are their friend.

I really believe that I did the right thing. It's not easy, like I had hoped. It hurts a lot. But I would not ever change it.

Seriously?

This is a phrase that I have said so many times the past couple of days. Here's a journey of the insanity of my life. These are some things that really did get me thinking "What the muffin?"


Yesterday, my friend Maggie came up to me and said, "Rebecca, you're my future doctor friend. Is my nose infected?" First off, just the question 'Is my nose infected?' is enough to get you going 'what?'. Maggie knows that I no longer want to be a doctor, but she also likes to torment me because of my love of diagnosing my friends through middle and elementary school. So I digress. I looked at her nose and, sure enough, the right nostril was swollen. "What did you do, woman?"

"Oh, I was bored so I pierced my own nose."
"Seriously, Magz? Your nose? Seriously? Go see a doctor. And find a hobby."

I was on EC last night, which I love, and before I signed off I saw that my inbox had a 1 next to it. I've been getting e-mails interrogating me as to why I didn't accept links to people. So, was thoroughly expecting the same thing. What I did not expect was an e-mail from MX. This alone was enough to make me go, "Seriously?" Then I read it. It went on to say that he had just been looking through my site to make me mad and how he wasn't trying to pick a fight and was sorry that I didn't want to talk to him but wanted to be friends again. He wants me to e-mail him back.

Oh. No. He. Did. Not.

After recieving this e-mail I immediately pressed reply, but then realizing that I was shaking with anger and I was gritting my teeth, I did something which I am very proud of. I deleted my heated e-mail which I had written in a fit of anger and frustration in a grand act of self control. I was proud of myself. I still will reply eventually, I just haven't figured out how to be nice about it yet.

A Monumental Date

Be it known that from this day forward, never again will I have to wear gym clothes. Ever.




Praise our God.

This is me....

Go figure. I like this picture of me. Except for that suspicous green light to the side, which I am clueless as to what exactly it is. And the stupid photo editor won't let me crop it out without a big white splotch where it once was. Aggggh!

This is also a rare image of me with a tooth smile. I hate my tooth smile. As you can see by the gap, I have a fang. Ick. No fun. This will eventually need to be repaired by braces. Goody.

I love my hair. Kelli did it for the HOP thing last night, which was a blast by the way. I love it, but as simple as it is to do, I can't figure out how to get my hair to do it. She did this with nothing but 2 bobby pins and some hairspray. She's amazing. It's official.

And my outfit, which you can't see, also rocks. It's my favorite black jacket and a long skirt.

I'm sorry, this is a vain post. I know. *insert Carly Simon song here* I just never take a picture of myself that I like, and I liked this one. I also will never cease to be amazed at how good of pictures my camera phone takes.

Awkward MySpace

This is boring, except for my rantings, which some of you seem to like...

The Survey was about your first person listed as a friend on MySpace, which happens to be my best friend, Deana.

FYI, I'm turning this into a meme about your significant other (which you should enjoy, Liz. I know that 's your favorite blogging subject!) Or best friend, because that has the potential to be funny.

So umm... Lizness, Sis.Jewel, Sis.Theresa, and Deana....TAG!!!! You're it!

1 What is their name? Deana

2 What pet name do you like to call them? EDNA!!


3 How long have you been together? We're together?

4 How did you meet? BQ

5 What do you like the most about them? she's fun



6 What do you like the least about them? she doesn't call back sometimes


7 What is the best thing they have ever done for you? This summer at camp, putting up with depression from me...and providing chocolate


8 Have they met your parents yet? Yeah


9 What would your kids look like if you had kids? ummmm...awkward question.....we wouldn't.......*vomits at awkwardness of question*

10 What is the worst argument you have had? Have we fought?

11 Do you still kiss a lot? *Throws up*

12 Who asked who out? OH DEAR LORD!! THIS IS A COUPLES QUIZ?!?!?!?! Stupid MySpacers! Not all of us have a significant other! Or one who is the first on MySpace! *mumbles under breath*


13 Do you think you will get married? *rolls eyes* I'm beginning to hate the creator of this thing.

14 Can you see yourself growing old with them? Well, she's my best friend...



15 What is the one thing you would like to change about them?
Nothing at all

16 What do you think they would like to change about you?
Hmm...I dunno


17 What is the first gift they ever bought you? I don't know that any


18 Do you have a favorite song together? well we both like Steven Curtis Chapman, Switchfoot, and Sanctus Real


19 Which famous person do you think they look like the most?
I dunno


20 Would you say the two of you are a good match? She's my very best friend!! OF COURSE!!!

Crustaceans

I dissected a crayfish today. I won't be eating any crabs, lobsters, or any seafood for that matter for a while.

It was kind of gross. You had to use scissors to cut open the exoskeleton, which made a delightful crunching noise. Yummy.

The internal organs weren't as in depth as the worms. No blood this time (as the audience breathes a sigh of relief).

Honestly, my crayfish (dubbed "Vincent" by Jordan) was not exactly blog worthy. I was, however, the only one to make the incession with the heart in tact, which I was quite proud of.

I Less Than Three....

C.O. Bigelow Mentha Lip Gloss.

I have had a really crappy week, but this is making it all better. Sort of. Today at least. When nothing else is going your way, it helps to have shiny lips tingling with great mint taste. And I can't lick it off, which is good for me.

Sorry, didn't have much to blog about. And homeroom is short today. So, just deal with it.

Thursday 13 #16 (The most uninspired)

I would like to celebrate my finally deciding on my target school (should I get some good scholarships) with a very boring TT. I apologize in advance. My comments may consist of a stern talking to if need be. For those of you who don't know, I am hoping to get a B.F.A.-Musical.

Thirteen Classes I Can Look Forward To Starting in Fall '09 at *drumroll* Marietta College

1. THEA 101: Theatre Appreciation: Theatre appreciation is a study of live theatre and how it is produced,how it has developed historically and culturally, andhow it is evaluated and analyzed. This course examines theatreas a collaborative art form by focusing on the viewpoints of itsimage-makers (playwright, actor, director, producer, anddesigners). Participation in the creation of art helps enable anappreciation of that art form. Hence, students in this coursewill have hands-on experience in the production of live theatre.In addition, students will learn to critically evaluate dramatictexts and performance.
2. THEA 103: Play Production: Stagecraft: Theory and practice of scenery construction, lighting, andproperties. Laboratory work on College productions.
3. THEA 106: Acting I: Course provides students with an introduction to acting.Emphasizes the use of body, voice, and intellect to communicaterealistic characters. Mechanics of acting and characterdevelopment are explored through improvisation and scenework.
4. THEA 125, 225: Acting Practicum: Credit for effective acting in public performances, determinedby committee of Marietta College Theatre Arts faculty. Actingexperience may be accumulated for credit over several semesters;registration is after the credit has been earned.
5. THEA 266: Auditioning: Auditioning introduces students to the audition as a form andprovides intensive practice in preparation and presentation ofauditions in a variety of formats. The course also requires studentsto prepare resumes for specific employment purposes, tochoose appropriate head shots for auditioning, to practice avariety of callback formats, and to audition for professionalemployment. (Also listed as Music 266.)
6. THEA 307: World Dramatic Literature: Reading course in great world drama from Aeschylus to Ibsen.Offered alternate years.
7. THEA 308: Modern European Drama: Reading course in European drama from Ibsen to Ionesco.Offered alternate years.
8. THEA 310: American Drama: Reading course in America drama from beginnings to present.Offered alternate years.
9. THEA 310: Contemporary Drama: Reading course in contemporary drama. Includes prepared oralreading in class. Offered alternate years.
10. THEA 350: Topics in Dramatic Literature: An in-depth examination of a special topic in dramatic literature.Topics may include, but are not limited to, Irish drama,Gay drama, and Renaissance drama.Prerequisite: Upper class standing
11. THEA 354: Comedy Workshop: This course provides students with a broad range of experiencesto develop their improvisational skills. Exercises focuson physical comedy and on the writing, performance, and evaluationof comic scenarios. Scene work during the semesterprovides students with the specific skills associated with periodcomedy, particularly comedy of manners, farce, and bedroomfarce. Prerequisite: Theatre 206 or permission of theinstructor.
12. THEA 397: Theatre Internship: It is expected that this internship will be a summer or other offcampustheatre experience approved in advance by the Directorof Theatre. Credit can be taken either during the summer orduring the following academic year upon completion of appropriatedocumentation.
13. THEA 481: Research Methods: Students will be expected to undertake and successfully completea project intended to demonstrate their mastery of skills inone or more areas of theatre. Appropriate projects mayinclude—but need not be limited to—directing a production;designing sets, lights, or costumes for a mainstage production;presenting a one-person performance; researching, preparing,and presenting a lecture-demonstration on some aspect of theatre;or completing a traditional large-scale research project onsome aspect of theatre.

(Note: All courses and descriptions were taken from here)

I May Cry....

I was looking forward to doing something other than camp this summer. I was going to act.

Bruce Jacklin and Company (AKA-The Players) put on a musical every summer. I was going to audition. The play this year is awesome. Beauty and the Beast. Last year was Brigadoon. I'd say they're moving up. Anywho, I was going to audition for the play and spend my summer increasing my resume for Marietta and Akron. I was psyched.

But guess what? My life just can NOT just ONCE go as planned.

Auditions were 2 weeks ago.

AGGGGHHH!!!! EVERY year they announce it at school, but the one year that they don't is the one that they do a good play!

My life chews watermelon gum sometimes.

Annelids

Note: If you have a weak stomach, then this post is not for you. Move along…

So, today I had my annelid dissection- an earthworm. As I am sure I have mentioned before, I love my lab group. Here’s the run-down of who is in it-

Brett- who I went to preschool with. He’s just insane. Not exactly the sharpest crayon in the box, but we can deal. He’s not normally in my group, but he was a nice substitute for Luke, let me tell you. Luke’s a pain.

Jordan- who always works with me. She’s scared of touching things that squirm, so she left the dissection to me. She’s a happy emo, which is very rare, but we don’t judge.

Tyler- my fellow drama sheep. He’s a crazy man. And scared of worms. He has way too much fun in labs.


So, we were divided up into two groups, me with Jordan and Brett with Tyler. We each received a worm, and hilarity ensued.

When it comes to dissections, I am extremely careful. I pay attention to detail. I am in the zooooooooooone. But I digress. I cut the first incision about half an inch above the setae and then sliced right down the skin. It was a beautiful incision. The only mistake I made was accidentally nicking the intestine, which was a little gross. So we pinned the skin back and gazed in awe of my handiwork. Then looked to Brett and Tyler’s worm. It was still whole. And squirming a bit. The alcohol hadn’t quite taken effect on the worms yet, which ended up being an advantage. But Tyler had pinned the posterior end of the worm and part of the anterior, but the worm was still unscathed.

“Uhhh…Tyler? Why aren’t you cutting your worm?”
“I’m scared of it. It grosses me out.”
“Brett, why don’t you cut it?”
“Likewise.”

So, guess who ended up cutting the worm. I enjoy this way too much.

After we did our lab and diagrammed all of the parts, We decided to have some fun with the worms. My wonderfully cut worm was being passed around our lab station for diagramming, but Tyler and Brett’s which had virtually been butchered, was fair game. If it hadn’t been killed by the alcohol, Tyler’s horrible attempt at incisions had done the job. Tyler popped a heart. I popped a heart. Jordan ran out of the room and puked. Then I accidentally poked the ventral blood vessal on my worm. It was one of the grossest (and coolest) things I had ever seen. With each beat of the worm’s heart (for all you animal rights people, don’t worry. Their sensory perception was gone before we made the first incision. Plus Tyler severed the nerve cord, so they were stuck anyway). Blood spurted out with each beat. It was nasty.

And with that story said, I’m off to lunch now.

Yum.

Oh Happy Day...

I think I already had a post with this title, but oh well.

Today, I had a meeting with my mom and Mrs.Earnest, the school guidance counselor. She read my incident report, which was exactly the same as the blog post that I wrote about the whole situation (I copied and pasted) and she said that although it was not a funny story, the way I wrote it got her laughing. But no matter, she said that she and the vice-principal, Mr.Shuman, will be discussing the situation with X and the following conditions will be hammered out-

1. He is to leave me alone.
2. His friends are to leave me alone.
3. He is not to discuss anything pertaining to me to my friends.
4. My friends will do likewise.

My mom said this sounded like a fair deal and so the logistics will be worked out, the stalking by him and his friends should stop by Monday, and if it doesn't, then I am to go to the guidance counselor again to discuss legal action. Goody.

Also, I logged on to EC and had a friend request from MX's girlfiend...errr....friend...Cristina. I'm choosing to ignore this. This is a bit fishy to me. MX always decides that he wants to be friends around camp time, presumably because my dad is the Sunday School director and he wants to work on my dad's staff. Which dad says will not in a million years happen. So MX has tried to link to Dad, Cristina tried to link to me, we're both ignoring the link requests, and MX has been looking at my EC page. Fun, fun.

Also fun, I get to dissect an annelid tomorrow. Guess which one? Also, a cephalopod next week. Guess which one?

Well, eventually everything will improve

This weekend has been miserable. Today hasn’t helped a whole lot.

For those of you who don’t yet, my Great-Grandma Ryan was diagnosed with a brain tumor this weekend, or at least that’s when I found out about it. The doctors are giving her steroids and I think a little bit of radiation, but they give her six months. I’m more in shock than anything else. I mean, last Sunday, no, on Tuesday actually, she was just fine, and now she’s going to die? That just doesn’t make sense to me.

I found out about this whole thing on Saturday and just kind of sat there after my dad told me. I didn’t really have an emotion to express. I got to Sunday School yesterday though and I broke down. I talked to Mistie about it and she assured me that everything would be okay (and licked me. Don’t ask.) but I’m not sure.

The biggest pain in this whole scenario is the memories this brings back. This is almost exactly like when my Grandma Ryan died 6 years ago. They found the cancer the same way, are doing the same treatment, and it’s even on the same side of my family. This is not fun.

Please remember my family in your prayers.

For My Mom

I OWE MY MOTHER

1. My mother taught me TO APPRECIATE
A JOB WELL DONE.
"If you're going to kill each other, do it outside. I just finished cleaning."

2. My mother taught me RELIGION.
"You better pray that will come out of the carpet."

3. My mother taught me about TIME TRAVEL.
"If you don't straighten up, I'm going to knock you into the middle of next week!"

4. My mother taught me LOGIC.
" Because I said so, ! that's why."

5. My mother taught me MORE LOGIC.
"If you fall out of that swing and break your neck, you're not going to the store with me."

6. My mother taught me FORESIGHT.
"Make sure you wear clean underwear, in case you're in an accident."

7. My mother taught me IRONY
"Keep crying, and I'll give you something to cry about."

8. My mother taught me about the science of OSMOSIS.
"Shut your mouth and eat your supper."

9. My mother taught me about CONTORTIONISM.
"Will you look at that dirt on the back of your neck!"

10. My mother taught me about STAMINA.
"You'll sit there until all that spinach is gone."

11. My mother taught me about WEATHER.
"This room of yours looks as if a tornado went through it."

12. My mother taught me about HYPOCRISY.
"If I told you once, I've told you a million times. Don't exaggerate!"

13. My mother taught me the CIRCLE OF LIFE.
"I brought you into this world, and I can take you out."

14. My mother taught me about BEHAVIOR MODIFICATION.
"Stop acting like your father!"

15. My mother taught me about ENVY.
"There are millions of less fortunate children in this world who don't have wonderful parents like you do."

16. My mother taught me about ANTICIPATION.
"Just wait until we get home."

17. My mother taught me about RECEIVING.
"You are going to get it when you get home!"

18. My mother taught me MEDICAL SCIENCE.
"If you don't stop crossing your eyes, they are going to freeze that way."

19. My mother taught me ESP.
"Put your sweater on; don't you think I know when you are cold?"

20. My mother taught me HUMOR.
"When that lawn mower cuts off your toes, don't come running to me."

21. My mother taught me HOW TO BECOME AN ADULT.
"If you don't eat your vegetables, you'll never grow up."

22. My mother taught me GENETICS.
"You're just like your father."

23. My mother taught me about my ROOTS.
"Shut that door behind you. Do you think you were born in a barn?"

24. My mother taught me WISDOM.
"When you get to be my age, you'll understand."

25. And my favorite: My mother taught me about JUSTICE.
"One day you'll have kids, and I hope they turn out just like you!"

So, Here's what's been causing me great stress

Today, thanks to a teacher pass to work on my “Celebration of Literature” project-an epilogue to Midsummer Night’s Dream- I got out of gym. This was also due to the great sub’s policy of every Friday being a free day. I would gladly welcome any chance to get out of that class after the past couple weeks. So, because I have the most severe brainlock ever, I’m going to rant, hoping that something comes back to me.

I would like to know why on earth I can’t possibly have a normal, Christian guy like me. I always end up with the weird and/or creepy ones. Like right now.

I have only had to resort to going to a guidance counselor because of an idiot boy once before, and that was in sixth grade. You’d think that guys would grow out of this stuff after a while.

About 2 weeks ago this all started. I don’t remember EXACTLY what the first tip off I got was, but I’m pretty sure that it was when this jerk started saying hi to me obsessively. I know that sounds touchy, but if someone says hi to you 10 times in 2 minutes, wouldn’t you count that as obsessive? So I decided to shrug him off and ignore him. So, I’m in geometry later that day and this girl comes up to me and asks “Are you dating X?” And I said no, thinking that was a bit immature, but thinking nothing of it.

Over the 2 weeks, this has gotten out of control. Just downright stalkeresque. It’s really creepy. Here’s the real kicker. My friend Nikki has witnessed more of his obsessiveness than I have, as she’s in English, where I’m not. The day after the Geometry incident, Nikki sits down next to me and her eyes just get really wide all of the sudden. “You’re Rebecca!”, she exclaimed. So, a little confused I replied that, yes, I was indeed Rebecca and had been for the entire 4 years that we’d been friends. “No,” she says, ”You don’t understand, you’re REBECCA.” She was creeping me out a little here and I told her so. She told me at this time that a guy named X had been writing my name all over his folders and whining because I didn’t like him. That was a little messed up- very fourth grade- but still, I shrugged it off.

Eventually, because the obsession has gotten worse and worse, Nikki yelled at him, telling him that I wanted nothing more than for him to leave me alone and quit bothering me. I told him this, too. Several times in gym class he would pick me for his team, but (Thank God) I told the sub that he creeps me out and he’s let me trade teams each time. At one point, X even yelled at him because of it. He came up to me on two occasions and asked me why I was “so mean to him” and “ignored him all the time”. I told him the first time that he just annoyed the crap out of me (yes that is a direct quote) and the second time I told him that he was being obsessive and I wanted him to leave me alone.

This brings me to yesterday, which was the proverbial straw that broke the camels back. I actually saw one of the folders that he’s written my name on. It’s written in huge letters. Also, and I don’t know how reliable the source that I got this story from, apparently he’s been telling his teacher to call him Rebecca (um, ew). Also, my friend Nikki yelled at him again, using words that were probably a little harsh, which I told her, but the response he gave her scares me. He claimed that he loved me, which is in itself, a little disturbing, but when Nikki told him that I hated him (which she claimed she said so that he would leave me alone) he said, “I’ll just have to make her love me.” According to Nikki, who is very trustworthy, this isn’t the first time that he has said this.

My mom called the school yesterday, and we have an appointment with my guidance counselor on Tuesday, to see if we can get this to quit. I really hope so.

Cheesier than a gallon of nachos

So, I saw SpiderMan 3 on the internet on Wednesday night. Allow me to sum it up in 3 words.


DON'T GO SEE IT!!!


It was absolutely horrible. The visual effects were great, but the plot skipped around and the acting was pretty bad.

Oh, and my friend Nikki, who knows my love for Topher Grace, asked me, "Didn't Toper in tights help at all?"

"Well, yeah, but only as much as one ibuprofen helps someone with a herniated disc."

Interesting conversations...

3rd Period World Studies-

Cute History Teacher- Rebecca, will you plug this in for me?
Me- Ok.
Kris-Watch, Mr. Gottke, she's gonna end up getting electrocuted or something.
CHT-Well if she does, then...
Me- I'll get out of school!
CHT- Well, yeah. But you'll be electrocuted..
Me- Well, I supposed it does have it's downside...


About 5:30-

Me on Deana's voicemail- THE EC LIGHT IS GREEN!!!! WOOHOO!!!!!!


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Return to a Passion

Today has been an interesting day for me. I haven't taught Sunday School since about a month before our resignation from Minerva, so I was pleasantly surprised to see things in life even out a little today.

First off, I have great news that is accompanied by a prayer request. I got the okay from Pastor Kramer today, should we be able to get the kids to come to church, to start a Spanish Speaking Sunday School class. I asked Sis. Missy Potter and Jessica Parsons if they would be interested in helping and they both said yes. Now the only thing to do (Ha! look at me saying that like it's going to be easy. I don't have that much faith!) is to get the kids to come. Apparently, people have visited the house next to the church, which is full of Hispanic people, and they are fairly closed-minded about that. Hopefully they will be more open to sending their kids and through the kids, will be more apt to come to church. Please pray for God to open some doors and for guidance where this is concerned. And that no matter what the outcome His will be done.

Also, as if that wasn't enough, I was offered a Sunday School teaching position on a temporary basis, which also means that I could be class hopping for the next quarter or so, too. One of the teachers is going to be out frequently due to some stuff (wow, I'm feeling real detail-oriented today, aren't I?) and so I'm (maybe) going to sub. I was in this class not too long ago (read as: about half of my life ago[8 years]). This rocks.

So, I'm definately going to need prayer for guidance and direction over the next couple of weeks.

Oh, funny story about the afore mentioned class. We built this "prayer closet" (read as: cardboard box with a door cut in it with the words "pray here" across the 'door post', with a flashlight and some pillows to sit on, where we taped prayer requests inside and prayed.) So, during pre-service prayer I was in the spirit, praying with all my 8-year-old vigor and I fell asleep for about 5 minutes. I woke up and found that someone had put a stack of chairs in front of the door. Great. So I yelled at the top of my lungs for someone to get me out, but everyone had already gone upstairs and I didn't want to knock over the stack of chairs. So, I sat there for about 20 minutes until my mom came and found me. Great.

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(Psssst...for those of you who think I'm a freak- he's related to me. It's ok.)

Napoleon loves Jesus

Alas...

My mom forgot the camera for the FCCLA installation. So I have no beautiful pictures.


But here's some stuff that made me laugh today-

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and here

And now for a video...