March 23 2015

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So guess what. Well today at track I was practicing hurdles and and the coach said I did really good....yay! I feel so good about myself. I did a good workout. Except when the hurdlers were told to run 5 100s ( run 100 meters 5 times ) and we only did 4. Everyone else stopped and I was going to tell them we had 1 more, but honestly.... I didn't want to run that last one so yeah. Maybe tomorrow I'll show you guys a video of me jumping a few hurdles. Yeah. Well anyway, so today I didn't get back from track until like, 5:40 because so we went to the track today but I didn't know, and since I didn't have my phone anymore I couldn't tell my mom....besides I didn't memorize her # yet. Well yeah so after practice was over, I was waiting at the track for like 15 mins. And my mom didn't come. So I figured she was at the middle school. So after a few mins we went back to the middle school and waited. I turns out that apparently while we were heading back to the middle school, my mom drove to the track. Eventually the coach asked if I needed to use her phone, so I did and I called my dad to ask my mom where she is and to tell her to come pick me up at the middle school. That was the longest wait ever. And it was really cold. Everything I licked my lips, they would freeze, my lips became so cold and numb, I could hardly talk. So do you see what the whole problem here is. MY DAD TOOK AWAY MY PHONE AND THIS IS WHAT HAPPENED. This is what happens when there is no way for me to communicate or anyone to communicate to me. Well apparently my dad saw that this was a problem and that's why he gave me back my phone. YAY! Before I got a phone, I used to look at people and every time they would complain about their phone being taken away, I would be like, so what, big deal. But now that I've actually experienced it, I realize it is a big deal. I've only had it for like a month but still, it's like my baby. Ok that sounds weird. It's like my video games, I feel sad without them. Except I used my iPod as a substitute, but it's still not the same. Well yeah. Now that I think about it, did I ever tell you guys that I got a cell phone? I don't remember....

Well yeah. Wish me luck. I have to take an AP History entrance exam tomorrow and I want to get in. Not because I like history....I hate it. But because I want to prove that I'm smart. Ever since I failed the entrance exam for Algebra I ( that's supposed to be a Roman numeral 1) last year, I feel like I'm stupid. And the worst part was that the test was actually really easy. I messed up a section because I read the directions wrong. And I know you might be saying, well you should've taken your time. Well we were timed so yeah, and everyone you didn't answer was marked wrong. I swear I would've gotten in if I read the directions correctly. THIS IS SO UNFAIR. NOW I FEEL LIKE AN IDIOT. And I know you take Algebra I in 9th grade anyway but still, if I take it this year, it means that I'm smart. THERE ARE 7TH GRADERS TAKING ALGEBRA I WHILE I'M IN 8TH GRADE TAKING STUPID PRE-ALGEBRA. I used to cry at night because of that. IF I DONT GET INTO A GOOD COLLAGE BECAUSE OF THAT, I WILL.....DO SOMETHING....I DONT WHAT THAT WILL BE YET. Yeah well I hate math anyway. So yeah. Well yeah that's why I'm trying to clear my stupid image by getting in AP History and Honors English 9 next year. The AP History entrance exam is tomorrow like I said so wish me luck. I learned my lesson from last year so this time I SHALL PASS. I hope all of you also learned a lesson from me. Kids, don't fail the Algebra I entrance exam, or you'll end up like me. Oh and if you need any help on what will be on the test then you can ask me. Or not. So yeah. As for you older people...well maybe this will help in your future....or not. Well yeah. So please don't forget to wish me luck. I MUST SUCCEED!

Well here's another Legend of Zelda the Windwaker song, and this is also the last one. These are my only 2 favorites....sorry. Well it's called Outset Island. Enjoy and toots for now!

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