Weekend Adventures and Thinking in Fours

This is the part of the blog where I write this long synopsis about what I did during my weekend and how I analyzed it, etc. etc. Actually, if I'm going to do myself justice, I would write about the last two or three weeks or however long it's been since I actually wrote something on here. I can't say that I was busy, because I was definitely not, but I will admit that I was uninspired most of the time. Still, life went on for me, and I kept living it, even though I didn't write it all down. Some day I'll regret that, probably, but I just went on with what I do without worrying about how I was going to phrase it, or what I'd pull out as highlights.

I came back from Rhode Island. The last few days were rainy and stormy at some times, but that didn't stop us from plunging in the dangerous ocean, dodging the out- of- control surfers, and then finally getting out before being sucked out into the waves. I bought a fedora and a shirt, went by Taylor Swift's house twice, hung out at a coffee shop with my parents and my mom's graduate school friend for two hours eating muffins and talking about turtles, and went on a 70-foot sailboat with my relatives in Newport, listening to jazz music.

I sat around for a week, unwinding from my trip and (shhh) watching television and practicing violin. I babysat once or twice, and studied for my health challenge test, which I passed (yay!). My brother went to camp, and I made a bread Dalek with my friend.

I started band! Well, actually, I only went for three days, because even though it was scheduled in May, only about twelve people showed up every day, and none of the older flute players came. We played pep band music and practiced marching commands, which are pretty funny to watch, but really simple. It's so different to be an actual member of the band, and not just a little middle schooler who played with them at times. I'm still a freshman, but at least I belong.

So, this weekend I went to Portland with my mom to pick up my younger brother from his rugged, wildlife nature camp, where the kids are required to bring a knife. We hung out with my cousins and aunt and uncle and I read comics in their hammock.


In a brief recap, I/we:

-Got instructions to Taco Del Mar from a pathological liar from Pennsylvania, who put us on the completely wrong path for about thirty seconds.

-Went blueberry picking in the middle of nowhere, and spent ten minutes looking at a dead mole.

-Went swimming in freezing water, really close to a waterfall, while carrying my sweatshirt on my head.

-Mused about life with my wise and lovely relatives.

-Watched my brother and cousin use their very sharp knives to create spears and atlatls (if you know what those are, kudos to you!)

-Went to hippie central in Portland.

-Ate a lot of chicken.

-Tried to think up a good reason for not writing on my blog more often.


School starts next week (nooooooooo), so I registered the day I took my stressful health test (which is ironic, because the textbook had a ton of ways to cope with stress, and none of them really worked). I'm taking journalism because of the lack of health class in my schedule, which I've been worried about for the past year, and Spanish 2, along with P.E. and Geometry. I was all set to take Biology from the aptly named Mrs. Life, when my friend's mom called while I was painstakingly trying to shop for clothes on the way to Portland, and explained to my mom why it would be a good idea for me to take Chemistry instead, from my sixth and seventh grade science teacher, who moved to the high school last year. This way I could take Chemistry this year, Physics next year, and then I.B. Biology for two years after, rather than taking Biology for 75% of my time in high school (I can still do math!). My schedule is kind of up in the air right now because of that.

It's kind of scary to think about. Elementary school was so long ago when I really look back on it, with this whole school being in the middle of it and high school. The first five years were the basics, and middle school was just a launching pad for high school, which is a launching pad for college, which is the springboard for life. I think I wrote a post on that a while ago, but the more I consider it, the more true it seems. I only have four years of school left. That's like from first grade to fifth grade, which is a million years, but it's also like fifth grade to now, which was a while ago but still feels like just a few months ago. To some adults, that would be no time at all, and when I think that I've lived a while, I realize that I really haven't at all. I'm not even fifteen years old yet. Just a decade plus four. Everything seems to be in fours now. I'm glad I wasn't born on Leap Day.