Crazy Week

In English this week I was called an "antilogacous" person. To clarify I will go through the whole definition for it, because frankly I don't think that I would have the patience to try to analyze what each part of it means, so I don't expect you to either. Anti means against, Log-speech, Acious- inclined to, so.... It is being against people talking, and I guess according to Mr. Thompson, it describes me. I am not sure how serious he was, but he seems to think that I am quiet and have no fun (the no fun part is a different story though), which is laughable. I am not at all quiet, unless I am nervous or something, but generally no. I don't talk a ton in class I guess though. The reason why is I don't want to look stupid, and when I talk that happens quite frequently. In English I am not having a ton of luck, I think Mr.Thompson knows I want to be unnoticed and uses that against me by making that impossible. I like English better being noticed, so I guess it's good. But back to the point, I usually never shut up, so it is funny he thought I was quiet.

Now, I had two swim meets this week, so I should talk about them. The first meet was good, not much to report there, but I did an all kicking relay... I was not happy about that. The second swim meet, which was in Box Elder, actually shaped a lot of the end of my week. I hated the meet, every moment of the meet pretty much, so my times were not good, and I was very, very unhappy when I got home. I won't go into detail on what made the meet so mad, but I think that it will suffice to say that my mom had to force me to go to school the next day (even though she let me sleep through fifth period), and had to really have some good reasons for me to go to swim. I actually decided that I hated swimming and never wanted to go back. I went through the first half of swim and was about to swear at a few people.

I really didn't want to go to the "meeting" because I didn't want to hear that I sucked. It was better than I thought and there were cookies after, so that made me happier. I ended up liking swim okay, and got over a little bit of my anger. But two of my friends kept asking me to go to this dance, and I said that I would I guess, although I actually had no intention of going.

 I accidentally let it slip and my friends realized I wasn't going to go, so they forced me to go. I went and spent a lot of time with Shelby's friends, but saw a lot of other people that I knew too. I saw a bunch of people from swim there, and talked to a few. I saw two of the people that I was mad at before, and they both apologized for what they did, so everything ended up happy!