*This post was made on 10/1/14 (I think) and published 10/24/14
So, I might be panicking. And I am not entirely sure why, but I don't feel like it's a bad thing.
Let me just run my week down for you.
Monday was a wiz of alarm clock smacking and hair fussing, Tuesday was a long stretch of numbness and boredom, and then there's today. Wednesday. The weirdest, most fantastic Wednesday so far. Why is this Wednesday so fantastic? WHERE DO I BEGIN?
Birthday invitations, Wizard teacher, Book club friends, announcement of a musical, and an explosion of OH MY GOD WHAT.
Birthday invitations- Some random girl who doesn't even know my name invited me to her birthday party. Apparently her parents were allowing her to invite 175 people to her party (weird, right?) and out of all 175 people for her to invite, I became one of them. Why am I so happy about this? No clue, I'm probably not going to go because I don't even know her, but still. It started my day off right.
Wizard teacher- Picture this: You walk into your first class of the day, English. Sigh, least favorite class. Suddenly your teacher is buzzing around the room, filling the air with the most ecstatic and wonderful feeling in the world. She is teaching about main and helping verbs, boring, right? NOPE. She just randomly bursts out with OMG'S and SMH'S and wonderful Latin phrases and she is just the most wonderful, most alive person in the room, and there is something about it that is purely amazing. Keep in mind, this woman is well into her late 50's, maybe even here early 60's, and she always finds this strange but exciting way to fill the room with this bright feeling, and she makes the morning bearable.
Book club friends- I have recently become great friends with some girls and this one boy at my school. Their fake names will be cupcake, skittles, and starburst, because those are the nicknames they chose for themselves a few days ago. My nickname is snicker. I call us the sugar sweeties. Anyways, at lunch today, cupcake announced that she thinks we should start our own private book club. We all agreed, and when we went to the library after lunch we each got the first hunger games book. Over this next week we are going to try and finish it and then discuss it with each other. I simply cannot wait. My mom even proposed to hold a library club after school! (she is the librarian so she can help with clubs). Gosh, I love my friends.
Musical announcement- Every year my school holds a musical. They always make us guess which one until the day before the break, although I got a tip from a friend. He said it was Wizard of Oz because he did some research from the clues our drama teacher gave us. He was right! I was so pumped, and a couple people have told be that I should be the Wicked Witch of the West, which I am so up for. I hope I get the part, I think it will be so much fun!
THE AWAITED EXPLOSION OF OH MY GOD WHAT- This was the highlight of my day. I swear I don't even know what happened, I am still in shock. Lemme just take this slow and try to sort out what happened.
After school every Wednesday a math club is held in the computer lab, which is attached to the library, which is where my mom works, so I sit at her desk after school until we go home. All these people from math club are coming in, and my friend SM (not her real name) stops by to give me a hug and chat. As we are chatting, this boy, who I guess she is friends with, stops at the desk and is kind of looking me over, I guess you could say. He didn't look like a junior higher, so I kind of assumed that he was in sixth grade. Out of no where he just says,"Is this your friend?" Sammy just nods kind of confused, like no duh why else would I be chatting with her. Then he goes,"Well, she's really pretty. I mean, prettier than most girls." AND THEN HE JUST WALKS AWAY. AND ME AND SAMMY ARE SITTING THERE HAVING A SEIZURE.
I am not even kidding. Her face is buried in a book shelf, and I am practically hiding in my folder among my math papers. Her and I are both squealing like little teenage fan girls, and I swear I was so shocked. Then she pats me on the shoulder and walks away, and I'm just sitting there with my mouth wide open and I cannot believe I haven't started hyperventilating yet. A boy has NEVER, let me repeat NEVER said anything like that to me. The closest I have ever gotten to a complement like that was some random guy telling me I seemed really smart.
Then after the club is over he stops by the desk and says,"What's your name?" And I'm thinking oh crap oh crap what he wants my name what is my name hOW DO I NOT REMEMBER MY OWN NAME WHAT and I just kind of blurted it out, he repeated it, smiled at me and left.
I'm still in complete and utter shock.
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