Kipper

So lots is going on and I’ve been pretty bad about getting it all in here. Let’s see… what’s up? Well, most importantly the Flames won game three! The wonderful Kipper blocked all their shots, he makes me so proud. And the amazing thing is that I realized today that I may have seen him in real life, but didn’t realize it at the time. I was cleaning out my pile-o-doom of papers in my room and came across the ticket stub for the Flames game I went to in January with youth group (incidentally that game also happened to be against Tampa Bay) and then remembered that Kipper’s been a Flame since like… November so he might have been in goal on that night. Oh Kipper, how I love you and your red hair.

On Wednesday I ended up going to school even though I felt like dying. It worked out, because my class convinced Mr. Martin to let us sneak in to see the people in the gym get their heads shaved for cancer even though he didn’t sign us up for seats. It was fun to watch but I don’t think I could ever do it myself. As much as I hate my stupid hair, it’s better than nothing literally!

I’ve determined that in order to get the Rutherford scholarship for grade twelve I will need an eighty-three in biology at the very least. So I’d better pick up my butt and start studying in that class because my parents will kill me if I miss more than a thousand dollars just because I was playing cards with Steph instead of listening. Eheheh… But I mean it’s not like bio is super hard, so hopefully I’ll be able to pull it off. As long as I do okay on the final.

A few days ago I got a graduation card from my department at ATCO, it was really nice of them. I e-mailed them a couple of my grad pictures and then Sandy replied saying they have lots of work for me this summer. So I don’t know, should I be looking forward to that or dreading that? In any case, I think I’m going to be pretty stressed until Christmas pretty much. Like, diploma exams are coming up, then after that, two months of work, then starting a brand new and huge school, which will take a while to get used to. So yeah. Only two hundred and ten days until Christmas… yeah…