Sometimes

I wish I wasn’t so damn involved in so many activities/clubs/APs. From being choir president, spirit commissioner of key club, a confirmation leader, an SCO member, layout editor of the newspaper, and my school work, everything just gets sooo crazy sometimes. What if I hadn’t quit basketball? I miss it terribly sometimes, but I don’t think I’d be able to handle the workload.

Of course, I’d never regret taking any one of these spots because it’s who I am. I like to be involved. Hell, I don’t just like it; I love it.

But I would seriously love to just take a deep breath and enjoy what was happening. I was talking to Patricia about how last year choir was so fun because we weren’t the ones planning every single thing. Granted, this year’s choir is much successful performance-wise (sometimes) and getting people to actually come. But the two weeks prior to the concert, I could’ve been stabbed three times through the chest and I probably could care less.

I found out 2nd year retreat, Dustbowl, and the D3 benefit concert all fall under the same week. If only retreat was on the next weekend it would've been perfect. Finding this out seriously broke my heart and I wanted to just scream and complain and yell why the fuck  retreat had to be on the same day as  Dustbowl.  When I watched Dustbowl last year, I grew increasingly jealous as the girls on the field were having such a great time. I told myself I had to play next year. I can't pass up senior events like that again. And a chance to see FM perform again? Omg, no I can't miss it.

I really hope my sister will understand my missing Friday and Saturday morning of  retreat for this. It's not just me either. Michael, Patricia, Cassie, and Ashley don't want to miss Dustbowl. But I don't want to let my kids down either. I really don't want that.

I know the next couple months are gonna be so busy. I can already feel the tears coming out when I won’t get any sleep for two days trying to finish some paper or designing some flyer or making a concert program.

Senior year. Just please. Please be good to me.