Apparently, there was a very beautiful sunrise, which I described in detail in my diary. I was annoyed at a girl in choir, decided P.E. was okay when we were doing dance, but hated social studies.
I then talked to the abovementioned girl, who wanted to join my friend group, about how we didn't really want her as part of the group, and was confused when she decided that meant she and I were no longer friends. Then one of my other friends told us about her shocking escapades with a boy a year older than us.
September 20th, 2007, Eighth Grade
The power went out in the morning, so I had to get up for school in the dark. I watched my crush a lot on the bus, mentally analyzed the possibilities for what his schedule was, and felt nervous about the high schoolers who rode the bus with us.
I struggled through my gifted and talented class with a teacher who had made me cry just a couple days ago, and a popular girl took some pictures of me for an ad campaign she was doing for the class. After orchestra, I complained in my journal about not understanding the point of vibrato. At home, I had an argument with my parents about my wee bit of an obsession with my crush.
September 20th, 2008, Ninth Grade
I bought some new music on iTunes that I really liked.
September 20th, 2009, Tenth Grade
I was sick today--sore throat, aching chest, trouble breathing--so I stayed home from church and worried about how I'd gained four pounds.
September 20th, 2010, Eleventh Grade
Today was Superhero Day for Spirit Week, and I was sad about how few people dressed up. In my child development class, we made pretzels because children are in desperate need of that. Biology was a big discussion on science and morality and how humans are just animals, which provoked a lot of upset and discourse. I grumpily helped my friend edit an essay during lunch.
September 20th, 2011, Twelfth Grade
I had a really weird dream about being engaged to some Spanish mafia prince who I didn't even know and having no idea how any of that had happened. Except he wasn't actually Spanish; he was Peeta from The Hunger Games.
My partner in debate class had accidentally lost the document with our rebuttal, so she decided to "conscientiously" ditch class. I spent class pretending to pay attention to the other debates while actually editing ON THE OUTSIDE. In orchestra, the teacher decided we all needed to practice for All State auditions, which made me very very grumpy, and then I started crying, so he decided to let us all work on our own for a while, at which point I started yelling at my standpartner, who patted my back and said "hoosh" until I calmed down. Then another guy in our section came over and my standpartner started going on about how we should both go to Homecoming, so the other guy kind of sort of asked me to go with him, and I was really confused about what was happening. and then my standpartner informed me that the other guy had "a thing" for me, and the other guy admitted it was true, and it was all very awkward. I spent the rest of the day trying to decide if I should go to Homecoming with that guy and what the heck was even happening.
I had AP Lit after that, where we had a fire drill and the teacher had to work out protocol with me because of the issues my fibromyalgia caused.
In English class, I wrote an essay while mentally grumping about how stupid it was that I had to take this basic-level class when I had gotten A's in two AP Englishes in high school. I went to dinner later with some older girls from the music department, who promptly decided to teach me how to flirt because they were convinced I needed to date one of my guy friends, who I liked but didn't like like. Then I went to hang out with some of the guys from my friend group, and I ended up staying up really late with them, playing board games and walking around campus.
September 20th, 2013, Nineteen Years Old
I was on break from school because my BYU-I track at this point was Winter/Spring, meaning I didn't officially start til January. I was busy having a mental/emotional breakdown, but trying to regain control of it. A woman from church came to get me in the midst of our "Get Kira to Start Leaving the House Again" campaign, to go to a local production of Arsenic and Old Lace. My best friend LaPriel was there, which was the only reason I agreed to go. The play was decent. I actually did okay with being outside the house, but then afterwards I got really, really sad again.
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