Checking In

Let’s see, where did we leave off…

Nikki and I had to present our French Revolution project to the class last Wednesday and I think it went alright. We didn’t forget anything and I tried my best to talk slowly but it didn’t matter too much anyway because we gave everyone a copy of our notes on the topic. So, as long as I do alright on the test that’s tomorrow, this whole project ordeal has turned out fine, contrary to how I thought it would when I was first told about it.

We get our report cards tomorrow as well. All my marks are above eighty as far as I know unless something changed since I last checked. Social was close though… this one position paper was worth thirty percent of our mark and I got seventy on it… so my mark dropped because of that but my teacher said my mark will most likely go up for next term so… I hope so.

On Saturday I shocked my self to an enormous degree when I finished all of my homework and a few other things on my to-do list before church! Although mainly because I wanted to be done before I stayed overnight at Kristen’s. It was great, we went to church and afterwards to Tim Hortons and there were these cops in line behind us and Steph was so funny! ‘So did you guys catch any burglars today?’ Then we went to Kristen’s and when we left two hours later there was this thick mist. It was strange and when we got home from driving Steph home we checked the weather site. 100% relative humidity! And London, humidity poster-city was only 78% or something.

We went to McDonalds for breakfast the next morning before church and I got pancakes for the first time in a very long time. The service was good… but I didn’t know that so few of the youth went to the Sunday service. I guess it makes sense. It’s more traditional. But anyway, I was tired and slightly out of it when it was over. We went over to talk to Sandy like always. Well I listened. And then I fell back into the stupid pit of thinking how it sucks that I don’t have the supernatural gifts right now. You know… Kristen has tongues and Steph has Kristen’s interpretation and Colette can make websites and empathize with people whose lives suck significantly more than hers. Not that my life sucks, but you know what I mean.

I was feeling pretty discouraged by the time I got home and was planning on sniveling into my journal about it. You know—something along the lines of, ‘This is the story of a girl who cried a river and drowned the whole world…’ But I checked my e-mail first.

It is so freaking remarkable how even a simple phrase can completely dig you out of a trench of gloom. When someone asks, “so, how are you?” and you know they want a real answer, not just “I’m fine”. And if you said, “I’m fine,” they’d ask you to elaborate because they do care. And it astounds me how I needed such a simple thing as that to bring me back to the realization I’ve always, always had.

The people I care about love me no matter what. They love me even though I don’t receive divine insights. Yet.