Have any of you experienced one of those last few weeks of the school year where you end up waking up super groggily and grumpy on a daily basis? This past week has been one those weeks. I have been placed in charge for managing certain tasks by my teachers that I wasn't necessarily ready for. Let me tell you, the world has given me things to ponder.
But just because my week was horrible didn't mean that no goodness came out of it. On Friday, I went to an audition-- a practice one (I wasn't really trying to audition for the show; I just came to practice auditioning skills)-- and surprisingly, the directors were impressed with my cold reading of a game show host caricature of a character.
Saturday was our season's first outdoor meet, held at my school. Half of our school's team was competing out of town, and the twenty of us who stayed behind had to tackle on the many events that remained untouched. My friend and I got to the area at about ten, and honestly, I just remember making smiley faces out of oranges, stretching, talking, and a race of mine.
Today was the last day of catechism class, which I mainly came for the fact that we were all going to spend an hour playing on my church's playground. There's this aspect of reaching your teens or when you are college aged and encountering a chance on going on a playground: that childhood self in you will come out and take form. I watched this happen as about seventy percent of our class ended up arguing about going onto the six-seated swing set. Ah, the freedom of being a little kid.
I also got to talk to some old friends of mine too, that I sometimes see at school but can't talk to often. We talked about one of my friends who had moved away some while ago and how even if it has many months since they have left, it still feels strange, like a void in the spectrum of life. Funny, how when you talk to people you actually listen and the same way goes around, swapped.
I like talking to people in my grade sometimes, even when I am younger than the majority. I spend my time talking mainly to little kids for their openness, college-aged instructors for their daring spirits, and the elderly for their wisdom, but to speak to someone from your own grade is a different story. I don't usually converse the same way that others do, but it was a nice change, for once.
My middle school friends and I have been planning a reunion, and well, expect to see some playground madness photos that may pop up at the end of May. The world is an odd place with the ability to give to you the good and the bad, but you know, I'm working on it.
What have you all been up to lately?