Thursday, May 21
Science Class
As soon as I walked into the room, I could feel the tension. The sense of inevitable failure was almost tangible. I sat down in my seat, already dreading the coming 50 minutes of torture.
The binders were put up, and the tests handed out. I could hear pencils scribbling on the several page test. I began on the last page, my usual method of test taking.
I looked over my test one more time and then breathed a sigh of relief. I looked up at the clock. There were still a few minutes left of class. I stood up and turned the test into the basket, whispering to the people gathered around it. At least they had thought it was hard too…
I packed up my backpack and slung it over my shoulders. I was going to gym class now, my last gym class ever at this school.
In the locker room, some girls were sad, but most were overjoyed. Today we would probably do something special. Maybe go outside? It was wishful thinking, but with a little prodding, we would be able to convince the teacher.
It turned out that the teacher had been planning to take us outside anyways! We had two options of things that we could do. We could play kickball, or spud. I am an epic fail at kickball, so I decided to play spud.
In spud, you have four players. Each player has on three wristbands in a certain color. You roll the dice and if it lands on your color, you have to run to the dice and yell stop as fast as you can. You then take three steps to the closest person and throw the dice at them. If you hit them, they give you one of their wristbands. The first player to collect all colors wins.
It sounds complicated, but is actually really fun when you get into it. Luckily, I had a good group. We ran around the playground, laughing the whole time.
At one point in the game, I ran towards the dice, thinking it was my color. When I saw that it wasn’t, I attempted to change direction. My feet went out from under me and next thing I knew, I was laying on the ground, laughing.
I rolled over onto my back and peered at my knee, which seemed to have gotten the worst of it. A small, yet jagged, rock stuck out of my knee. I pulled it out and threw the blood-stained pebble back to the ground.
My friend Taylor rushed to my aid, panicking. “Chrissy! Oh my god! Oh my god! Are you okay? Do you need water? The nurse?”
I laughed and said, “Taylor, really, I’m fine! I just slipped is all.”
“Really? Oh my gosh, I thought you fainted!” She put her hand on her heart, probably racing, knowing her.
