My Prom, My Test, My Day
My prom was decent. Not quite as fun as Springboros, but still fun. We ate some decent food, danced on a pathetic stage (Caleb and I are AWSOME dancers, our white antics made all of the girls faces flush with amazement, my sister was laughing for joy and pointing me out to all of her freinds.) I sat at the table that won over half of the senior superlatives. And Prom king and queen. I had a fun time getting lost on the way there. At afterprom, most everyone was too tired to do anything. Except for yours truly, who went swimming(running across the top of the water, flips off of the diving board, and beating everyone who is a "non-swimmer" in sharks and minnows), did competative word searches, twister, and won 250$ in a raffle.
Yesterday was a physics test. It was supposed to be the easiest one, however, something went wrong. A problem none of us were expecting showed up. the first 2.5 questions were easy, and I solved them quickly, but that one was weird. It referenced something he mentioned in lecture once, and then only breifly. I figured it out, but it left my mind racing about standing waves and frequencies. The next problem was supposed to be simple. However, when you cannot disengage your mind from thinking one way to think another way (and don't even realize that it is happening or wrong), and you KNOW you are forgetting some elementary step but cannot recall it in two hours, something has gone very bad. I made up a paragraph that looked intelligent on both parts. Bad test, drove very fast on the way home, when I got home I ran around the block (over a mile). I then moved beds for my grandparent's arrival tomorrow. I then sat down at the piano and played for well over an hour. I then got my sisters guitar out and played for a few more. I finally crashed and went to bed. I really didn't like that test.
You know how I was saying that I had been invited to 9 proms? That is not exactly true. Let me tell a story of what happened today.
I was sitting in lab at 5, when I get a call. It is Nick's Mom. She asks me for my parents phone number. I give it and ask why. She says it is so Kayleigh's parents can call mine. I was confused, so she reassures me that she gave them a glowing report of me and they just wanted to check with my parents before I took their daughter to prom. I asked her who Kayleigh was. I honestly didn't know. She went outside to ask Nick if she had the right Derek. He said yes, and that he would call me later.
So an hour later he calls. Kaleigh is Joe's girlfreinds best freind. Evidentally she and I were going to prom together, this weekend. I informed him that I had never heard of her before, and did not know I was going to thier prom. Then Raymond calls me. I chew him out for a while, "When were you going to tell me I was going to your prom? the day of?" He asks me what I am doing saturday, and that I am going to his prom on saturday with Kayleigh. I know the last part wasn't a question, thats how he asked it though. It seems they all decided I was going to their prom two weeks ago, and I was going with Kayleigh because she didn't have a date and I needed a way to come (senior prom, good excuse to hang out because we never see eachother). The just forgot to tell me during those two weeks.
So of course I am going. Any excuse to go to CHCAs prom and hang out with my circle of freinds of whom I see too little of is good with me, and after knowing her from three or four telephone conversations in the last 4 hours, she is pretty cool (although I knew that beforehand because she hangs out with the four guys, and if they think we would have a good time, I trust them.) We are going as, well, not exactly friends because I have never met her, but not as a blind date because we are just going to hang out with our friends (if she didn't have a date she wasnt going). So it looks like this one will be great.
My other excuse for going is that when you get invited to proms numbering in the double digits, you just laugh, throw your hands up, and say "whatever."
Number of proms I have been invited to: 10
Number of proms I am going to: 3
I find this whole situation very amusing (I am laughing as I write this), and I am sure it will all turn out wonderfully. Thanks Ray, John, Joe, Nick, and Kayleigh for the opportunity to hang out at your prom. But don't think for a second that I am going to EVER let you forget about this one.
Yesterday was a physics test. It was supposed to be the easiest one, however, something went wrong. A problem none of us were expecting showed up. the first 2.5 questions were easy, and I solved them quickly, but that one was weird. It referenced something he mentioned in lecture once, and then only breifly. I figured it out, but it left my mind racing about standing waves and frequencies. The next problem was supposed to be simple. However, when you cannot disengage your mind from thinking one way to think another way (and don't even realize that it is happening or wrong), and you KNOW you are forgetting some elementary step but cannot recall it in two hours, something has gone very bad. I made up a paragraph that looked intelligent on both parts. Bad test, drove very fast on the way home, when I got home I ran around the block (over a mile). I then moved beds for my grandparent's arrival tomorrow. I then sat down at the piano and played for well over an hour. I then got my sisters guitar out and played for a few more. I finally crashed and went to bed. I really didn't like that test.
You know how I was saying that I had been invited to 9 proms? That is not exactly true. Let me tell a story of what happened today.
I was sitting in lab at 5, when I get a call. It is Nick's Mom. She asks me for my parents phone number. I give it and ask why. She says it is so Kayleigh's parents can call mine. I was confused, so she reassures me that she gave them a glowing report of me and they just wanted to check with my parents before I took their daughter to prom. I asked her who Kayleigh was. I honestly didn't know. She went outside to ask Nick if she had the right Derek. He said yes, and that he would call me later.
So an hour later he calls. Kaleigh is Joe's girlfreinds best freind. Evidentally she and I were going to prom together, this weekend. I informed him that I had never heard of her before, and did not know I was going to thier prom. Then Raymond calls me. I chew him out for a while, "When were you going to tell me I was going to your prom? the day of?" He asks me what I am doing saturday, and that I am going to his prom on saturday with Kayleigh. I know the last part wasn't a question, thats how he asked it though. It seems they all decided I was going to their prom two weeks ago, and I was going with Kayleigh because she didn't have a date and I needed a way to come (senior prom, good excuse to hang out because we never see eachother). The just forgot to tell me during those two weeks.
So of course I am going. Any excuse to go to CHCAs prom and hang out with my circle of freinds of whom I see too little of is good with me, and after knowing her from three or four telephone conversations in the last 4 hours, she is pretty cool (although I knew that beforehand because she hangs out with the four guys, and if they think we would have a good time, I trust them.) We are going as, well, not exactly friends because I have never met her, but not as a blind date because we are just going to hang out with our friends (if she didn't have a date she wasnt going). So it looks like this one will be great.
My other excuse for going is that when you get invited to proms numbering in the double digits, you just laugh, throw your hands up, and say "whatever."
Number of proms I have been invited to: 10
Number of proms I am going to: 3
I find this whole situation very amusing (I am laughing as I write this), and I am sure it will all turn out wonderfully. Thanks Ray, John, Joe, Nick, and Kayleigh for the opportunity to hang out at your prom. But don't think for a second that I am going to EVER let you forget about this one.
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