Good Weekend

I had a good weekend.


Friday:

Class. Hooray, hooray.
Then I went home. I got to hang out with my Mom and brother for a bit which was nice. We chilled out and ate dinner and listened to my brother practice piano for about an hour until it was time for us to leave for my high school's football game, at which I was participating in the alumni marching band. I got there right at the last minute, but one of the first people I talked to was my beloved old band director, Mr. B. He took one look at me and told me my hair looked like a rug.

I loved seeing people and getting to catch up with some old friends. I also found that I could still play the flute, which I was a little worried about. Standing on the field at half-time, I kept talking to Sierra in between songs; something that would have been strictly forbidden if I was actually in marching band. I also enjoyed remembering old times with Erin and how we used to be friends with this one group of people back in middle school, and how most of us have all gone a bunch of very different directions with our lives.

During third quarter, I enjoyed cookies and talking to people in the band from the other school (including a girl about six years younger than me...I feel so old) with Mary Kate and my sister, then going up into the stands to find my mom. I found her with my brother and my mom's friends, including Darin and my first grade teacher Angie (sorry for being disrespectful and using your first names instead of Mr./Mrs. so&so...it's the internet, that's all). It was good to see them and they also made a huge fuss about my hair, and asked me a lot about school. It was great seeing them and catching up. Darin took my picture with my mom...

As I was leaving, I saw Zach's family, so I went over to talk to them for a few minutes, also about my hair (it's a really big deal, apparently), and about Debbie's new job. I love that whole family and it was really good to see them, as always.

A few cool facts about the football game: it was homecoming weekend (which is really dumb because apparently there hasn't been any away games yet...) so we got to find out who was voted homecoming king and queen. Turns out they're both band kids, which we were all really excited about. Congrats to my friends King Paqui and Queen Nikki!
The end of the game was pretty exciting, and depressing. We all got super excited because there was like 40 seconds left in the game and the score was 28 to...something in the low thirties. And we scored! So we were winning. Then the other team scored. Then the game ended. It was rough. I forget the exact end score.

After the game I walked back to the school by myself, praying under my breath, and working up the courage to talk to Zach once I got back to the band room.
He was there, wayyyy in the back corner, taking off his band uniform and stuff, so I went over and stood there waiting for him to notice me. He looked up and I said "Hi." and he said, "Hey." I asked if he wouldn't mind talking if he had a minute, when he was done, and he said, "Well, I have to drive Paqui to his [own] party, so maybe if I have time." Well, I waited there and talked to Sierra about her Happy Birthday balloon and the trophies in the band room. Zach was done before Paqui because Paqui was making this big deal out of deciding to make a speech about Cleaning Up Your Area as a way of respecting our beloved band room. Then he ran around like a crazyperson picking up trash and fussing about how people just leave stuff everywhere. So I got to talk to Zach. I asked him how school was going, how he was doing, about his date to the homecoming dance. He didn't ask me anything about my life, but I told him anyway that I was doing well, very well. Then I told him that I was asking him this stuff because I do indeed care about him a lot and it bothers me that I don't know how he's doing when he doesn't talk to me, which is always. He nodded like he understood, and said without much conviction that he was pretty busy with school and didn't have a lot of time to talk. I pretended like that was a very legitimate excuse and said that the ball was in his court and he could talk to me whenever he would like, because I will always be ready.

That was the first real conversation we had since we broke up. It helped with closure, I think. It sucks when it ends so bad and then we can't even make up as mere friends because he doesn't want anything to do with me. He was polite to me that night, when I talked to him, and I was laughing nervously the whole time, and smiling way too much, but I could tell that he didn't really care about me at all anymore. And now I am more okay with that than I was. Because at least I got to talk to him about it. I don't think it will bother me so much anymore.

Then I went home, loafed around on the internet for a while, looked at some of my sister's senior pictures on facebook, and went to bed.


Saturday:

I got up, took a shower, had pizza rolls for brunch, packed up all my winter clothes, hugged my mom goodbye, and left. I drove two hours to camp, stopping once along the way to pee in a disgusting gas station bathroom and purchase a bag of Combos for a late lunch.

Upon arriving at camp, I went to the office where I was bombarded by a medium-large dog named Duchess. Duchess was a jumper, licker, and nipper, and very, very excited to see me, a stranger. I went in to the main room where Claire, Chris, Ashleigh, and Lee (whom I remember but who doesn't remember me) were sitting. We chatted, then were like, okay, time to get to work!

I might mention that the reason I was at camp was to work a total of two hours by taking a group of seventh-graders on a retreat to the challenge course.

There they were, a bunch of stranger middle schoolers, up at the lodge waiting for me to entertain them. To the challenge course we went, and as I got to know my little group of twelve, I was intrigued by the group dynamics that would probably be of little interest to the average joe.

Later we chowed down on baked ziti and garlic bread. I said my goodbyes and was gone as quickly as I came.

I love it there, and miss it. It was good to be back, and breathe in the air, even for such a short period of time. Gosh, I love the smell of the air there...

I drove back to school, and hung out with Gavin for a while. One thing I love about him is that we trust each other enough to share our insecurities, tell each other the things we don't like about ourselves, and then we accept and love those very things about each other. Strangely beautiful.

When I went back to my room, I realize that I had left my phone back at his place, so I messaged him on facebook, saying, you should give me my phone tomorrow. And he was like, well I'm taking it to you now. It was kind of late at night so I didn't really want him to but he did anyway. I went outside and there he was with a scooter...you have to laugh a little when someone comes over to bring you something you left at there place--on a scooter. It was funny. He's funny. Then I went to bed.


Sunday:

I got up, surprisingly awake, and went to Pastor Chris's church. I met up with Chris, Cody, and Kaitlyn there, and we sat together in the back. Pastor Chris had a great sermon based on the story of the workers and the daily wages (Matthew 20:1-16) and about how Jesus "paid the price" for us, so no matter how many "hours we work", it doesn't matter, because we all, as Christians, get the one ultimate payment.

After that the four of us went out to lunch with Pastor Chris at Applebee's. Pastor Chris seems a little weary, but he's going on vacation on Tuesday so I'll be praying that he gets the rest and recharging he needs.

Then I came back to school and took a long nap, and loafed around in my pajamas all day. I took a shower and wrote a paper and now I'm writing this blog and soon I'll be going to bed.


God bless