Oh wow. Exhausted. Crying over and over again, and over and over again is no joke. I have such a headache now. :P Phewwwww....

But I think Mr Philip's glad of it, that we can really cry on stage. Really funny though, in rehearsal, when during the crying part, someone'd crack a joke, or Ruthanne would sneeze, or I would have to blow my nose really hard and then we'd all start laughing. XD Emotional yo-yo... I think my tear ducts have now temporarily gone on strike. *rubs head*

Here's the poem I wrote for American Lit class. (14 lines max.) It's a love poem, yes. It had to be either this, or an "extended metaphor", which didn't sound as charming. So.
I present:

My Adoration

Hear now, my love, what praise I speak of thee:

When you are near, there's nothing else I see.

Your spirit's pure, a treasure sweet and rare,

Perfection-wise, none other can compare.

Ten thousand other smiles could not trump yours;

Beyond all else, your radiance endures.

Speak now, that voice of hea'enly angels' song,

All else is silence; it's for your voice I long!

Silent strength, a warrior's fortitude,

At every glance, my wonder is renewed.

Yet kind and gentle, loving deep within,

Your soul, to peacefulness itself, akin.

With you, no mortal being can contend...

Of you, my adoration knows no end.

Heheh. =) ;)

Tomorrow's teacher in-service day, so NO SCHOOL FOR USSSSSS. :D I almost think we should instate Wednesdays as day-offs, like Saturdays and Sundays are. But nahh. I mean, if all our lives, we went to school from Monday through Saturday, then having a two-day weekend would seem wonderful. If we always had 3-day weekends, we'd want 4-day weekends. Let's be glad we at least have 2 days. ^^

(Wednesday's off are nice though.)

Btw, did you know that if your Achilles tendon was severed, not only would you not be able to walk, but...

Your calf muscle would pretty much "roll up"? (As beautifully and graphically described by our anatomy teacher today XD) Cuz the tendon is what keeps the muscle attached to your heel bone. So without it doing that, your calf muscle would- I say it again- ROLL UP. Like a projector screen! :D

Grossssssss. Hahahahahahah.

You're welcome, Jeremy! ^^

Another good Monday. =) In drama class we worked on Beth's death scene, and it was quite emotionally taxing to go from the serene solemnity at the beginning of the scene, to the pain and tears (yup, real crying) of feeling your dearest sister slipping away, her struggling to say her last few precious words, and then-

"Okay, we'll stop there. Go back and do it again." (Mr Philip. XD)

SO-ooooo, back to the start of the scene. The family's gathered, it's peaceful, close, but sad, all at the same time. Then getting sadder, sadder... start crying with Beth...

"Alright, good. One more time."

And again and again and again and again and again. XD

Also, tomorrow after school we have a 2-and-a-half hour practice for that scene again! WHOOP, I'm gonna get to cry myself to the point of dehydration! :D

Funny funny funny. ^^ "We have jolly times together." ^^

In American Literature class, we wrote love poems... heheheh. Ruthanne's was hilarious! That same innocence of dear little Beth (her character in the Little Women play).... Oh man. =D

After school we had worship practice for this week's Youth Sunday. Ya know, I'd just told Mrs Sheila that I didn't wanna participate in this week's one at all, cuz I already have a lot of other stuff going on. She was fine with that; really supportive and understanding, in fact. I was relieved to not be in it this time. But thennnn, Laurie comes along and gets Jo back in the worship team.

"You get everything you want out of people. I don't know how you do it, but you are a born wheedler." (Quote Jo)

I was kinda = =' after practice, but then after talking to Mrs Kris (Laurie's [Caleb's] mom) about the youth sunday stuff and coming up with a workable solution, I felt a lot better. Still though, those are changes that will be applied from the next time on. I'll still have to follow through with this Sunday. Must pray for patience.

But all in all, it was a good day. Well really, with God on my side, I don't quite have bad days. =) Praise God, thank You, Father.

Mark this day, Ariel. 15th Sept 2008. Remember that whammy you felt, that split second of a moment in frozen time when, like a bright spark, a cosmic blast, it hit you, and you realized.