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Stood Up AgainEven if that day hadnt been especially special, I would have been excited. It was the second performance my school had done of Beauty and the Beast, and I was in it. Mind you, my part in the musical wasnt a new phenomenon, but the fact that my father had promised to be there this time was.
Id made sure he wouldnt back out this time; he was well known for forgetting my events at the last minute without so much as a call to explain. This time hed promised though, and I was sure that would make all the difference.
The musical was about to begin, and though it was against the rules while we were in costume, I wanted to peek into the audience. Before I got the chance, though, my teacher came by and shooed me backstage.
Within a few moments the curtain opened and the musical began. I was in the second song and patiently waited my turn to sing as part of the choir, practically bouncing with excitement. It was still hard to believe that my
New Year ResolutionsEvery new year I think to myself about all the things Ill do differently. Im not sure what it is that makes people think that raising the years number one changes behavior, but Im not planning to doubt the age old system.
This year I vow to do everything I promised last year, and more. Its sort of a traditions for most people to add something more than the year before. It doesnt really make sense if you think about it, since they werent able to change in previous years, but I suppose it makes us all feel better about ourselves.
This year Ill lose weight, write a novel, compose an original song, learn to play the piano, and get straight As throughout the remaining school year. Never mind the Fs from last semester: they dont count since they werent this year.
This year Ill show the confidence Ive never had and try out for every club, every sport, and every theatrical production that is offered. Ill
Nine TimesI saw him nine times.
The first time we were both sitting in the room together, getting ready to take the math test that would determine our placement. I was scatterbrained and throwing things around, trying to find the pencils that I had known I would need but had still just tossed in my purse. He was lounging backwards in his chair, looking for all the world as though he didn’t have a single care in the world, including the upcoming test. It annoyed me, that I was frantic and ready to scream, while someone else could be that relaxed.
I tested out of the class.
I don’t know if he did.
The second time I saw him, it was a few months after I arrived on campus. He was the one rushing and frantic this time, running across the square. He was probably late for class, though I had no way of knowing for sure. I was already lost in my own thoughts and ideas, deciding on my major and convincing people that yes, this is what I really want to do with my life. If they weren
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