May 28, 2003
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I have to be happy (or pretend to be happy) for at least 10 days. The world is making it very hard on me.
With disheartening information pouring into me all week, I have managed to put on a cheerful front, with the help of good friends and memories. If only it were that easy though.
I had to park the car at the Church today so that I could get to work on time. As the bell rings after school, it was announced that all students were to remain inside the building until further notice. ‘Great,’ I’m just thinking, ‘I’m going to be late to work now, and I have to walk in the rain for 20 min. to get to my car.’
As the student body was finally released, I began the long journey, the school newspaper as my only protection from the pouring rain. Amidst the crackling lightning, I rushed to get to the Church as other cars zoom by. The irony of it all seeps in along with the cold water down the back of my spine– I’m a lifeguard. I am trying to get to the pool for work as it is pooring rain.
And that’s only the beginning of the irony. That rain was direct answer to prayer. Since I didn’t want to have to work today and since I get payed regardless of weather, I asked everyone at Seminary to pray for rain. I failed to realize what I was asking for, and I payed for it all the way to the Church.
I thought for sure that some kind, generous soul would stop to pick me up and rescue me. I am grateful to that kind soul from my English class who did pick me up, when I was more than half way there– and after my bag was soaked, my jeans drenched, my t-shirt sheer, my hair fallen, my socks soggy, and the ink from the newspaper bleeding down my hands held above me head. Ohh it was interesting. I’m so glad that I had Heather’s lucky quarter with me. Without that, I wouldn’t have been picked up at all.
At Church, I noticed Elizabeth’s car still there, so I decided I would go and find her. I didn’t find her, instead I found traffic. It was insane. I finally got to the pool at 4:10, no one was there. It was locked up, and I went home. Driving while cold and wet and depressed is hard to do. I blasted Puddle of Mudd and Trapt and Simple Plan’s “Worst Day Ever”– (I hesitate to post lyrics since they are always misinterpreted or interpreted by the wrong person anyway)
“Watch the clock,
But it’s not moving
‘Cuz every day is never ending
I need to work I’m always spending
And I feel like I’m living the worst day
over and over again . . .
I feel like
I’m living the worst day
I feel like you’re gone
And every day is the worst day ever”
(Simple Plan)
And then when I got home, mom had parked her car in the middle of the garage so that I had to park outside. So I got even more wet.
Well, I’m sure there is something good about it all. This way my faith in prayers is confirmed. And this way . . . hmmm
It’s yearbook week- which means that by the end of the week I’ll be crying and *sigh* ok I’m done.
Comments (4)
I have two things to say.
1. you are soooo cute
2. Ok, the attempt at being optimistic was there, but I still think writing about all the good things that happened would have made you happier
I’ll try your method tomorrow . . . and did I sense a little mockery with your first comment?
Mockery, yes… sincerity, well yes that too
lol. Though you could be glad it was raining water, and not like… ice… or fire… you know? That could have been bad. I’m always better at being optimistic about other peoples’ lives. Maybe next time you should try getting in an honest day’s work instead of free money ^_^