This past week has been nightmareishly stressful. (is that a word??) I have had an abundance of homework, long rehearsals before the opening of my school's musical, the suicide of a fellow classmate, an ugly breakout on my forehead, and the looming threat of the upcoming SATS. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
With all this activity surrounding my life, Lovely Boy and I have not had much time, besides in the hallways, to talk or hang out. Yesterday was his sister's first birthday. I was originally planning on not going because of the musical. After the musical the cast was having a cast party at one of the girl's houses. I made the decision to go to Lovely Boy's house instead. When I told my friends I would not be attending the cast party, you should have heard their response. One would think that I had sabotaged the show. People were legitimately angry that I would "ditch" the party. They tried to persuade me to change my plans, but my mind was made up. I went to Lovely Boy's little sister's birthday, and I had a great time.
The point of the story is this: when one makes the right decision, it will feel wonderful. Although I was hesitant that I might have made the wrong choice, once I had followed through, I knew that I had made the right decision. Make strong choices. Don't let others persuade you against what you believe is right.
Love,
Miss Elizabeth
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