“Its Friday, Friday, gotta get down on Friday.” That stupid song kept playing in my head, over, and over again plus to make it even worse, it was only Monday morning. The weekend seemed to slide by so slow, but I’m pretty sure I know why. It was because I was so thrilled!
My very first dance competition was Friday. I was so enthused, Nancy, (my dance instructor), picked me. Out of all 62 girls in my age group, I got picked to compete at nationals. I just couldn’t believe it! Then, BAM!! I was suddenly smacked back to reality when, Mr. Bensons hand slammed hard onto my desk, that unruly detention slip flashing in front of my eyes. I really needed to quit daydreaming in class, it does me no good. “Oh, how I hate Mondays!” that’s all that seemed to flow out of my mouth lately. As I walked into the detention cold, dark detention room, I kept my face pointed down. All I could do was list the ways of how I could make that week pass faster. Should I take a trip to visit Family, and see the great sights of Utah? Nooo! I couldn’t miss anymore school. Thanks to my recent obsession with gorging myself full of watermelon, and getting to full to move, I had already missed too many days. I could go see granny, but I don’t think my fingers would be able to take anymore of her extreme knitting sessions.
What seemed like hours past, and it finally hit me. The rock climbing team! If I joined that, it would at least be kept busy for the rest of the week. The rest of the day I wandered around the halls, mostly because I was too zoned out for any other classes. The day seemed to just drag on, and on. When the dismissal bell finally rang, I had just enough time to change into my P.E clothes, and race to the gym. They all were very friendly, and welcomed me with open arms. Before I could begin with actual hands on climbing, they made me read the safety packet. It was huge! The only thing running through my head while I skimmed was “I wonder how many trees they killed to make this stupid book”. Besides that safety stuff only mattered if I was in the club to stay, I was only here till Thursday so I didn’t care too much about it. When I finished skimming, I was allowed to begin climbing. I have to admit I was pretty excited. I got to race Sarah, (she is the leader of the group), to the top of the rock wall. I actually beat her, crazy I know.
Before I knew it, it was Wednesday night. Plus to add to that the club had planned a trip for Thursday after school to go get some what they called “hands on experience!” I can admit it sounded like a blast to me. From what they explained we were going way up, and were going to get to do it on our own. I know the real reason was because we had nobody volunteer to be chaperones, but I didn’t want to rain on anybody’s parade. My dreams were sweet that night. School flew by the next day; it felt like the bus trip to get there took longer than the actual school day. I was so eager to get climbing the moment we pulled up; I bolted from my seat out the doors, and almost ran up the mountain. I didn’t even think about safety gear till Sarah had reminded me. Since I didn’t read the safety book, I had to have another member of the club help me put mine on. By that time I was so anxious to go, I was rushing everybody else into theirs.
It had only taken us thirty minutes to get everybody done, and ready, but it seemed like forty hundred years. By the time we got to climb, everybody looked like snails, except me. I was so speedy, jumping from rock to rock. I totally ditched the safety rules. I figured it was Thursday anyways they couldn’t kick me off, when I was quitting anyways. Sarah hollered my name, and when I looked down I stepped up onto a loose rock. My short sad, very dim life flashed before my eyes, and I knew I was gone. Alright fine, so I didn’t die but I got a really snarly black eye, broke my leg, and snapped my collar bone in half. Awesome right? Well not so much. Nobody can dance on a broken leg even me as stubborn as I am. Later I had found out while I was running around like a mad person waiting to climb my waist piece became loose, so when I fell, I fell right out of it. And nobody was on the ground to help break my fall. What selfish people.
In life patience can be a very good thing to have. If I wouldn’t have been so impatient, first off I would have read the safety booklet. Secondly I wouldn’t have been running around like a chicken with no head. Actually now that I think of it, If I would have been patient to begin with, I would have never had to join the club. Apparently knitting with Granny is always the better choice.
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