You know what, I feel better emotionally, even more so today. The anchor (curse my poetic/metaphoric writing; let it flow nonetheless...) in my chest still drags upon the sea floor of life, and there's always going to be an abyss for it to sink lower within or a rock to disturb its drifting, but for now its smooth sailing, nothing but pristine waters and sand as soft as clouds.
Well, now that that's out of my system, I feel i should tell you that there's only two more days of summer school and then this whole fiasco is over. I may have to come back on the following Monday to restore my grade for one of these nine standards we have to meet, but other than that we're nearly done with all of this.
Also, I am fighting my urge to literally dance and sing out of joy, but I'm in class for another hour. Guess why....
THE CULINARY CLASS SLEEPOVER IS A GO!!!
I have been planning this trip from the last day of this previous school year, and it's been a bumpy ride for sure.
We wanted to stay at the Inn on Peaks, but we are highschoolers and newly highschool grads, thus,...we do not have unlimited wells of money :(
I then looked into home rentals, camping, etc. etc. But we found out a solution to our predicament indeed! /o.o/
Our friend Elena, whom we assumed to busy, has opened our house to her for one night :) We are going to go over to Peaks Island on the morning of this coming Saturday July 26th. We'll explore the tunnels of Fort Battery Steel, have fun at the beach, and hang out to our hearts' contents. We're coming back the next day, some of us earlier than others, but we'll still have a blast (pardon my awkwardness, "blast" just came to mid first, and that's how I'm writing this....)
Also, my mother has been finally scheduled to have surgery for her slipped hernia disk, which is placing pressure on her spinal cord, thus causing loss of mucsle endurance and strength in her left arm, as well as immense pain. She's going in on Friday July 25th for a two hour surgery in the morning, then six weeks at least of recovery followed by physical therapy. I'll still be with her through it all, thick and thin, just as she's been with me.
I'll be coming back tomorrow to fill you in again. Maybe things will have changed, not only with the trip, but my own self, afterall, that's the wonderland/nightmare that I venture along the overgrown paths of, with only this vessel as my lantern to guide me.
Well, now that that's out of my system, I feel i should tell you that there's only two more days of summer school and then this whole fiasco is over. I may have to come back on the following Monday to restore my grade for one of these nine standards we have to meet, but other than that we're nearly done with all of this.
Also, I am fighting my urge to literally dance and sing out of joy, but I'm in class for another hour. Guess why....
THE CULINARY CLASS SLEEPOVER IS A GO!!!
I have been planning this trip from the last day of this previous school year, and it's been a bumpy ride for sure.
We wanted to stay at the Inn on Peaks, but we are highschoolers and newly highschool grads, thus,...we do not have unlimited wells of money :(
I then looked into home rentals, camping, etc. etc. But we found out a solution to our predicament indeed! /o.o/
Our friend Elena, whom we assumed to busy, has opened our house to her for one night :) We are going to go over to Peaks Island on the morning of this coming Saturday July 26th. We'll explore the tunnels of Fort Battery Steel, have fun at the beach, and hang out to our hearts' contents. We're coming back the next day, some of us earlier than others, but we'll still have a blast (pardon my awkwardness, "blast" just came to mid first, and that's how I'm writing this....)
Also, my mother has been finally scheduled to have surgery for her slipped hernia disk, which is placing pressure on her spinal cord, thus causing loss of mucsle endurance and strength in her left arm, as well as immense pain. She's going in on Friday July 25th for a two hour surgery in the morning, then six weeks at least of recovery followed by physical therapy. I'll still be with her through it all, thick and thin, just as she's been with me.
I'll be coming back tomorrow to fill you in again. Maybe things will have changed, not only with the trip, but my own self, afterall, that's the wonderland/nightmare that I venture along the overgrown paths of, with only this vessel as my lantern to guide me.
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