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Hiking…

We (Krissy, Mom, Aunt Margaret, Than and I) just returned from climbing Mt. Webster and Mt. Jackson a few hours away. I don’t think I’ve ever been so sweaty and dishevelled in my life! But it was worth it.
We were originally going to climb Washington, but decided against it, because of Mom’s arthritis. In the end, I was very glad we chose to do these two peaks instead, because none of us were in good enough shape!
Here are a few pictures from the hike…

View from the bottom

the refreshing, cool, quiet, clean, wonderful pool that saved our lives

from webster

a pretty view

Than being…well, Than.

The surrounding mountains, including washington

a steep stretch!

afterwards…my feet and Krissy’s shoes.

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Phew…

Finally, some time to breathe. The first two nights of Yeomen are over, and I’m not terribly tired. Here’s a summary of Friday and Saturday.

Friday, Dad and I got there early so he could get ready. Keturah arrived not long after, so we walked around and chatted for a while. Oh, right! I did my own makeup for the first time ever…it was really exciting. I managed to arrive with makeup on, so I wouldn’t have to worry about it.
We got in our costumes successfully, and the play started well. I have had a really bad cough lately, and it got to it’s worst right about then. I ended up missing two entrances and mouthing the words for the finale, which was rather dissapointing. There was a magnificent thunderstorm for the entire duration of the play…but the lights only flickered once. That was a blessing…it was extremely humid though, which was hard for us. We had great costumes, but we were very hot, especially the guys.

Saturday went much better. Mom and I went shopping and I got a great shirt for two dollars at a consignment shop, (yay for bargain shopping!) and four tank tops at the mall with a gift card I got for Christmas. Then we went home, and not long after, Dad and I left.
The show was much better. I didn’t cough for most of it, managed all my entrances, and I think my acting was okay. The chorus as a whole did a better job as well.
There was no thunder, but a very thick cloud of mist rolled in and covered everything. It was real pea soup fog. Maine coast fog, I guess. :P It was so wonderful…I wasn’t really hot in my costume! If only Monday could be the same…
Afterwards Dad, Jane, Kendra, and I met up with nearly everyone else at Friendlies. I sat behind several Yeomen and at the same table as Alisha (who was my fellow sufferer, she had the same cold), Kendra, Jane, Emily, and occasionally Angela or Phil, who were wandering all over the place. Alisha and I both had sundaes…good stuff. Philip is so funny…he was just standing by our table telling jokes and goofing off. He’s really good at accents..really made us laugh. Then Angela came and told some stories on her little girl Emily…and she and Alisha and I had a real blonde moment…
Me: Ooh, you’re going to get sick if you sit next to us!
Angela: Get sick with what?
Me: With what Alisha has. (Alisha confirmed this heartily)
Angela: Well, what does SHE have?
Me: With what I have NOW. (Alisha confirmed this as well)
It was really funny…but I think you had to be there.
I ended up getting to bed between 1:30 and 2:00…so when we dropped Kendra off our goodbye wasn’t “See you in the morning!” but rather “See you later today!”

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Yeomen tonight.

I have been tagged by Sam(wise the brave) to list my five favorite songs…that’s a hard one. Lemme take a shot at it:

1) Book of Days [Enya]
2) Twilight and Shadow [Renee Fleming] (yeah, I’m pitiful, I know. :P )
3) In Christ Alone [written by Stuart Townend]
4) Requiem for a Dream [nooo idea]
5) Tit-Willow [Gilbert and Sullivan, sung by JOHN SCRIBNER!!!!!!!]

And I tag…MIRE to do the same. *girn*
Today was a mediocre day. Actually, it really stunk. I walked out of class during Sociology (thankfully Mr. M didn’t care) because I was so sick of the behaviour…then afterwards I found Regina, Anna, and Jackie, and we all hid downstairs by the door. I ended up breaking down and just crying. I really don’t think I can bear another year at GPCS…I’m going to talk to my parents about it tomorrow. Please pray for me to either be able to accept and be happy with GPCS, or to be allowed to homeschool. I don’t want them to stress over it…but the idea of going back there is hellish right now.
Then Sarah and Audrey turned up. They helped…we ended up joking about the extent of gossip at the school. I figured that if I told a certain person who will remain unnamed that I was pregnant, it would be all over the school in a matter of hours. I really wanted to do it…I could act all upset and everything…but alas, logic took over and I decided against it. *rolls eyes*

It was really sad when Anner and co. had to leave…part time homeschoolers just HAVE to be my best friends. :( When they leave school part way through the day I sometimes get really miserable.

I had a lovely study hall in Mr. Marston’s room with just Sarah, Audrey, and Rachel…it was a good way to end my day. Until the fire drill…stupid things. It was so hot! Sometimes i think I’m not meant to live in Maine…more likely Iceland.

Oh, right. The Yeomen of the Guard opens tonight. If it weren’t for the heat and being so tired I’d be really excited. Ah well, when the time comes…I’ll post pictures of it tomorrow if I can! :)

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Graduation.

Wow. Last night was amazing. And I was right…I cried the entire time. Rad was very sweet and didn’t say anything when I wiped my eyes on his sleeve repeatedly. It felt at first like I was leaving part of my life behind, but then a few things happened to change that.

Several of the seniors read speeches based on letters/words that formed the acronym “Growing Up.” When David mentioned Mrs. Filmore’s third grade cheerleaders, I realized that I really am blessed to be able to go to a small school like this, as much as I dislike it. You know it’s a special school when even the seniors know the third grade class.

Then they thanked all the teachers. Poor Mrs. Willink, she has to go through this every year! I don’t think she’d have it any other way, though. I can’t wait to have her as a homeroom teacher.

One thing that I love about the way our school does graduation is that the seniors each get a short slideshow, pictures of themselves and whoever else they want to include. I believe they choose the music for it. So we got to see our seniors growing up…when they got to John’s video, I was really nervous because I knew I’d completely lose it. It had such great pictures, of the legendary uncle that we’d heard so much about as kids, their grandparents, and several of a very young John in a little red bow tie. Then, I glanced up at the screen a little late for the next picture, and was shocked to find MYSELF up there. That was what made me really sob. He and his family did consider our family to be an important part of their lives. I looked over at Mrs. Willink, and she started giggling when she saw my face. I don’t know how she knew it was me…I must have been three or four in that picture. So all you who looked at that pic and wondered who the heck the little blonde girl was, that was me.
David and Cat sang a lovely duet…I’d never heard David sing so low, because he’s always forced into the higher tenor parts for G&S! Caitlin was nervous, but she did a good job.

Then we went through the line. It started with Jeff, who was happy that I hadn’t come in and shot everyone yet. Since seventh grade, he’s been certain that I’m going to come in with a gun…I’m going to miss him. Then I moved to Cat and Amanda…then I skipped up to Zack. He grabbed me by the shoulders, opened his mouth to speak, but I beat him to it. “You didn’t fail!” He gave me a huge hug…I used to go around telling him he was going to fail, it’s a long story. I really love that kid, it’ll be awful not having him around. He had better visit.
Becca was next. She gave me a hug and said that she really wished we’d gotten to know each other better, that we’d been in a closer grade. I wholeheartedly agreed. She’s such a sweet person…but she’ll come back for the plays, so I’ll see her then, and I must get her email!

Last but not least were John, Andy, and David. Andy hugged me, and dear polite David tried to shake my right hand, which was full of cameras and water bottles, offered his left hand, then found that full, so I switched all to my left and we got to shake. :P It was great. And then John. Ohh man, I am going to miss him so much! I gave him the little folder of pictures that mom had made…of Than, Matt, me, and John when we were very young. Doing the plays we wrote so long ago…and a few recent pictures. He said he wished he’d had them when he was putting together his slideshow. I asked if I could hug him, and he said, “of course!” He agreed that we absolutely MUST keep in touch, and said he would come back for all the plays and be in the alumni ones.
Mom and I went to talk to Mrs. and Mr. Scribner…she says she has some really cute pictures of me and Matt for when he and I graduate. Matt mostly sat there and looked a little embarassed, heehee, he’s a really great guy.
Then John appeared, and we all looked at the pictures. He thought it was so great that we had pics of us performing our plays at ages five and eight and then in the G&Ss.

Well, there’s my tearful spiel for the day. Later I have to perform a skit after the parade, it’s our town day, and since our drama group is incredibly poor, we have to solicit as much money as possible. Uncle Pete from Atlanta is here, with sons Joah (3) and Ransom True (7 mo.). I love the name Ransom, they stole it from me. Heehee.

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Our school is a soap opera…

Wow, I have a ton to write. We’ll see how much of it I can get down.

Yesterday was pretty traumatic. It started out with that crazy dream, which really just made me laugh afterwards, but not when it was happening!
When we got to school, we had our regular class first period, but when second came around the student council served the whole high school lunch. It was fun, and I was hungry so it was convenient too. :P After that there was a big softball game, and everyone either played or watched. I ended up sitting on the swings with Anna, Sarah, and Audrey. We had a lot of fun.

Afterwards, Mr. Dawson kept my math class out to play softball; I mostly just stood around holding a glove, because I’m absolutely terrible at it. I no longer see the appeal of holding a big dirty chunk of leather and trying to hit a ball before it hits you. Survival instincts, maybe? ;)

A few other kids came out, including Geometry class and a study hall. Russ was one of them. At one point, he and Jacob both ran for the ball, it was way up in the air. No one saw it coming: they crashed right into each other, full speed. The most sickening sound I’ve ever heard, you could hear it across the field. Sort of a cross between a crunch and a slap. Then they both fell over and lay there…Jacob must have lain there for 3-5 minutes before he could get up. Then he went home, and I talked to his mom last night at Yeomen practice, apparently the doctor said he’d be okay, but very sore. Russ, on the other hand, couldn’t get up for about ten minutes, and when he did, the teachers had to help him in. Poor guy. Might have a cracked rib or something.

Anyway, that was pretty crazy. Then we had a big boyfriend/girlfriend issue going around the class…and anything that affects one person affects all of us. I had a good conversation with Andrew about how we’d both like to move up a grade or leave the school or something, we’re sick of our class.

Graduation is tonight. I keep forgetting. I will cry….I’ve known John forever. Today is his last day at the school! What could be more depressing? Yesterday was his last chorus rehearsal. I decided to be an alto and sat next to him…I’ll miss him so much.

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