Well I started looking at my schedule and I grew pretty annoyed at myself.
There were so many things that I was looking forward to doing once I got into high school, especially in church. I had always looked forward to doing 30 Hour Famine, and I had always thought I would be able to do it this year for the first time. Then results came in for FPS, and I was excited that I had qualified to go to State, but then I saw the date State was on, of course it is April 17-19, the same weekend as 30 Hour. So, okay, I miss it this year, but there's always next year, right?
Also there is a missions trip this year to Tunica, MS. Guess what? I can't go to that either. I signed up to do summer school to get Health out of the way. I had been looking forward to going on a missions trip for a while now, when my parents deemed that I was mature enough. There's always next year, right?
This was the year that I wanted to get baptized. But everything just felt so wrong and hectic the few weeks before baptism classes started. I felt that I wouldn't be happy if I had gotten baptized, and I'm supposed to be overjoyed with becoming baptized right? So I decided that I wasn't going to get baptized this year, next year perhaps. I regretted making that choice afterward. There's always next year, right?
There's so many things that I have been missing out on because of school or I'm just physically and mentally too drained. I dislike not being able to go to church on Fridays. I dislike having my sleep schedule dictated by my homework and things that I have to do. I keep thinking that everything's going to get better eventually, someway, somehow. Sure, there is always next year, but what if there wasn't?
On 02.13.09 I was at a tennis tournament and everything was going dandy. Later I hear a story; this girl, that was friends with everyone on another tennis team, had died in a car accident that day. This one doubles team was in the finals of their bracket and they had forfeited because they were so in shock of their friend dying. No one plans for their friend to die.
So, at this point I don't really know what my point of this post is. There isn't always a next year. Learn to prioritize. And school sucks.
Sincerely,
Michelle
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