Catch-up
May 20, 2003 | 11:06 AM

Long time no real entry about my days. I think it’s about time to put one in.

Last week… on Wednesday we had our Chorus concert. Jeez, so few people showed up! It was both classes combined, but there were really few more people there than in my class alone! And only two boys showed up! I was really worried that no one would be able to hear the guys, and maybe they couldn’t, but we did well. We preformed a whole lot better than we did for the winter concert, that’s for sure! Though, I’m only judging from the sound on the stage. We won’t see the tape of the concert till tomorrow, so then I can see what we looked like from the view of the audience.

Nothing happened on Thursday that I can remember as of today, and Friday I already talked about… Saturday was an HPP meeting.

We got barely anything done at the meeting. I showed up fifteen minutes late because yard sales held my mother up, and Emily was later still. Poor Samantha, being exposed to my father for a half hour! He gave her a hard time, I’m afraid… why does he have to do that with anyone, let alone people who aren’t used to it?

Basically all we got done at the meeting was looking at the websites for party supplies and beginning to search Google for images for the invitations, which I mainly put together at home. I didn’t exactly like Emily and Sam’s tones of voice when we searched Google for “cauldron” and came up with a bunch of religious shops. They’re Christians, so of course they don’t like it, but… okay, bad generalization. They’re more deeply religious Christians than most and so they believe that pagans are bad, but still. If they have a problem with it, they can keep it to themselves! Religious dissing strikes a nerve with me, and I sure don’t want to hear it! Thank goodness Becca was absent from the meeting…

Sunday…

We met with the rabbi in the morning. Mikvah the week after school ends… *gulp* I was quieter than usual with the rabbi and with my mother. I was quiet with the rabbi because, well, he’s a religious guy, and one whom I don’t know. You remember what happened with bat mitzvah training and the cantor at Kol Ami… pretty much the same thing. Important adults, or any adults, scare me. End of story.

I was quieter than usual with my mother because of PEG. I’m still worrying over that, even here… what if I get in, but she won’t let me go? At the time she was still in full refusal, and I hadn’t done anything to try to convince her. I spent the car ride home thinking about my method.

I wrote her an essay that afternoon. It’s already in my journal in Happy thoughts: Night twenty-four, so I won’t repeat it, but I spent a lot of time on it. I showed it to Dragon while writing until she got off, Jami while writing it, and afterwards I showed it to Rayet, Dragon, and Kit F. When I was sure it was as good as could be, I printed it. I waited until late to give it to her, and finally did so.

She budged. She’s willing to find out more information, though it still sounds like she’s against it. And I’m still worried, because she has the power. She can kill the whole thing, or let it go on. It’s in not only my hands but also in hers, and I’m afraid of what she will do.

Today…

It didn’t even start well. I dropped the enchiladas, so I have nothing for today’s fiesta. I missed the bus while waiting for Mom to write a note, and instead of going back home for a ride I walked—and sometimes ran—to school. I couldn’t get help on all the Geometry that I needed help on, so I had to turn it in with guessing.

I forgot my English homework. Jeez, I did it! I did it over the weekend for a change! And then I left it at home… Binford said he would grade it if I brought it in before the end of resource, but I can’t do that. Mom works the store now; she can’t close just to fix my hasty stupidity.

In Geometry I got a 98% on my SOL practice test, bringing my total grade up to an 89.5%. That cum review, though, earned an 83% and brought my grade back down to 89.1%. I am going to do all I can to bring that grade back up. I have to remember to bring in the batteries for extra credit, though I feel horrible buying my grade. It’s really not right.

And that would be it, as of now.