Yesterday I got just what I needed. I went out with my
girlfriends; talked, laughed...we all had a great time. In one of my older
posts I talked about how I felt I was missing something, but didn't know what it
was. Well, I just might have found it. I needed my friends. I needed a night
were I could talk to them openly, and have fun just us girls. It was a good feeling;
I hadn't had that in a while. Although the
feeling hasn’t completely vanished, yesterday helped eliminate most of it.
I was
overwhelmed with a vivid memory of my past friendships, and suddenly the feeling
came back…that sweet, nurturing feeling that is the company of others, and good
friends. That feeling that I relate so well to when I was little…my best friend
was my life, and we had no secrets between us. Although my parents managed to
sabotage some of my night they didn’t completely ruin it. Over the years I have
learned to not let one little thing ruin my whole day. I guess my bad memory is
useful in this situation because I usually forget later in the day what I was upset
about, If someone manages to get a smile out of me. Although the night was
short, all of us woke up the next morning tired, but satisfied. After a quick
recall of what had happened the night before, each of us went our separate
ways. One of the girls to volleyball game, the other to some sort of
appointment, and myself well, to write the post you are reading now. Thanks
girls, for making me feel truly happy again.
When it was finally
time, we walked on over to the auditorium. We both sat down and waited. After
they gave out the first awards (Those lousy certificates they give out to
everyone for participating), they started to give out the “special” awards. I didn’t
think we would get anything in this category, but we did. They gave me a small Beaker-shaped
trophy with my name on it for having an original title on our project. It was a
pleasant surprise, although I thought we were going to receive an award for our
display’s design, rather than the title. It doesn’t matter though, at least we
got something. When they started go give out the big prizes, I squeezed Agatha’s
hand—well, more like her whole arm. Our category must have been the fourth or fifth
to be announced, and as they gave out the fourth, then the third…and the second
place my heart raced. When they finally gave out the first place it was a big disappointment.
We didn’t even get a lousy fourth place trophy! I was mad. All of the judges
complemented us while we were being evaluated, so we thought we had a chance.
Our teacher said it was a great idea and that it had potential, but that the
competition in our category was tough. As the ceremony ended we both got up—disappointed—only
to hear our name’s on the loud speakers. We were going to regionals. I have
never been so confused in my life. Apparently our project was good, and we have
the grade (90+) to go to regionals. I guess the competition was really tight
and that’s why we didn’t get a big shinny trophy. I still want one of those. Oh
well, at least we have another chance to win, and this time were putting up a
fight. I will have that trophy!
