Dear Diary,
I think I have a crush. It's that guy I talked about yesterday. I still have a lingering feeling for him, but it's fading day by day. We aren't what we used to be, but he still makes me happy just talking to him. Yet there's someone new. He is funny and dorkily charming. He isn't someone I would have given a second look to a year ago. Hell, a month ago I wouldn't have spared him a second glance. Today was the first time we acknowledged each other outside of speech and debate. It was an awkward wave that was meant to be discreet and a shared smile. I normally wouldn't go as far as saying I have a crush on someone until a couple months after feeling something, but this new feeling trumps him, which makes it worth mentioning.
Other than this someone new, today went okay. I ran 9 laps in the obstacle course in PE which is 3 more than last time and if I ran one more, I could've gotten extra credit. I'm finally getting used to English, though it's still pretty tough. I would like to say my new table is great because the people are pretty nice, but to be honest, it's boring. I'm not compatible with the people. My old table was much better. Our talks were hilarious and educational. Opinions were backed up by facts, not just thrown around and cringe-worthy.
The best part of my day was speech and debate. So many good things happened there today. At first it was just normal, half afraid to be called upon, half begging to be called on.
Mr. New wasn't there, but honestly I wasn't expecting him to be. Out of all the speech and debate practices I've been to, I only saw him yesterday. He told Veronica and I that he wouldn't be going. I didn't think much about it, but he ended up coming. He sat behind Veronica and diagonal to me. The three of us messed around during prep times. It was fun and I appreciated the company. We were teasing each other and waiting for the practice to be over, until Veronica and I were picked to present.
I have been wanting to present just to see how well I'd do in improve. Yesterday I wasn't called upon, so I went today. Veronica and I were partners. It was actually a lot of fun. We did radio interview, which is probably the easiest one. Out topic was interviewing a crazy hobo. Since radio interview is spontaneous, which means improv, I was nervous. We only had one minute prep time, which went by fast. We didn't actually get much planned, not anything really. I was the crazy hobo, but my character turned out more thief hobo than crazy, but overall I did pretty well. I projected, which I didn't think I'd be able to do. When I'm nervous, I'm either super quiet or super loud. Thank god it was the latter. Veronica was the interviewer, which, in my opinion, is the harder job. I did my part better than expected. Almost everything I said was thought up in the moment. I felt exhilarated by it. I'm not sure if I'm ready for a huge audience, but I'm definitely not as uncomfortable as before.
After our presentation and Marcos' commentary, Veronica and I sat back down. Mr. New was still sitting in the same place and we resumed messing around. Then Char brought me boba. She bought me boba since she was supposed to be my partner yesterday, but she left before we did anything in fear of presenting. I was only planning on sharing with Veronica, but Mr. New asked for some and I didn't mind, but then some girls I DIDN'T now asked for some, but I recognized one of them from yesterday. She had brought popcorn chicken and shared it with me so I gve some to them, not wanting to be rude.
I left 10 minutes after and went to the tennis courts. I saw Char and her friends/my acquaintances. I spoke to them for a while, then said good luck to Candace before going to the library to get picked up.
All in all it was an eventful day.
Looking forward to new things,
J
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