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The Irony of Life
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Today has been very long. I got up this morning and went to church, having only a couple minutes to get ready. I really love my church.
Laura (my friend) said that her dad was pretty much on his death bed because the doctor's said that if he drank again he would die. She said last week that "That was probably the last time I'll see him," but seemed so calm about it. I was like "Wow. I'll be praying for you and your family." I believe that they said that, but obviously he wasn't on his deathbed because this morning in church I saw him, looking pretty healthy, with who looked like his mom. They went up for prayer, and I usually don't get emotional, but the fact that I had prayed for him and he was here today obviously willing, if not in the slightest, to make a turn in the right direction. It's one of those times that you can feel God moving. And knowing I could have been a part of it is such an awesome feeling.
I had quiz practice after eating lunch with my family at Wendy's. Then I went to church and argued with Heitzman about a bunch of shit. She's so legalistic it makes me angry. I always put up my defense with her, always. She just doesn't listen when I talk. She's a typical public school teacher. Talk talk talk. Don't listen to anyone else, because I know I'm right, I swear I'm right. Joel and I were talking about the band "Frickin A" and I wondered why the hell you would name your band that. First of all, who in their right mind would name their band after substitute swear words is beyond me. So, Joel and I were talking about it. She butts in and this whole thing about "mainstream" starts up. Fine, she butts in and tries to go against everything I say. The only thing we really disagreed on was our definition of terms, and she couldn't understand that. I define "mainstream" as "popular", but she kept going on about what's really "popular" isn't really. So, basically she completely interrupted me to twist the subject so she could interject whatever she felt like. Being a Christian I want to be kind and all, but there is a place for anger I think. And it may be wrong, or it may not be, but I have so much fun pissing legalistic people off. It just cracks me up because they're so uptight about what they think is "right" and "wrong" and they have no basis for their opinions, and they're so blind to anything other than what their church teaches them.
Our main quiz coach, Mr. White said that Sunday practices are "optional", if you have something to do with your family, or a previous family commitment. Well I had already "commited" to taking my brother to his church thing down the road at 1:30. We were eating and then quizzing from 12:30-2:30. Somehow it came into the damn conversation that I had to do that. This place is like 4 minutes away. So, somehow it coming up I said that I had to run him there. She starts in this big thing about "Have you talked to Mr. White about this yet????" I politely explained the reason that I didn't need to. Then she brings my parents into this and something about how they're not taking him and so I have to, making it sound like my parents are lazy or something. She tries to explain that this isn't a "family activity", and that I twisted what Mr. White said to mean what I wanted it to, or something to that effect. I just explained again that it IS a previous family commitment. She said that I needed to talk to Mr. White. I rolled my eyes, and didn't talk to him until he nicely asked where I was going when I was ready to leave at 1:30. I explained and he fully understood. And she (already being extremely obese) sat there stuffing her face with food until I was basicaly back. I've had arguments with her before. I almost feel as though I'm stooping to argue over such small IDIOTIC stuff (like how the play the game of Clue fairly!)! I live. And life moves on.
Joel, Hannah, Anna and I went to the coffee shop and played cards and drank coffee, until Ben called at 3:00 and asked what we were doing. Then I picked up my brother (and Danielle) from their church and we met at Hannah's house to get her camcorder to go "make a movie" somewhere. Danielle was being a dork at their house and was like backing my car down their driveway, and just not using common sense, really. Just being a teenager, nothing drastic.
We weren't sure where we were going to go, so I'm like, "Well, just follow me, and I'll decide." So, I'm driving south on Post (with Danielle, Joel and Michael in the car), Ben behind me, about a foot from my fucking bumper, because he's cool like that. And Hannah and Anna were behind Joel in Hannah's (parent's actually) car. Danielle decides that going to the docking place to the right was a good place to shoot a movie scene or two. It was right there, so I slam my breaks on and drive in there. They were too close to notice, so Ben and Hannah kept driving and were going to turn around up there. While waiting I called Ben and was going to say, "Thanks for tailgating hunny, I need the money." As soon as I pick up the phone he said, "Hannah just got nailed". "Where?" I panicked. "At the intersection." he said. I knew where he meant, whipped the phone to Danielle, told her to talk, threw the car into reverse, turned around and headed that way as Joel's saying, "No, not Hannah." Drove up there, made a very unsafe turn to a parking lot where I could actually park, and ran over to her... she was now on the sidewalk pacing, just hanging up the phone with her parents. I asked her if she was okay and threw my arms around her. She was bawling, and so was Anna. Poor girl.
What happend was Ben was ahead and made a left turn on green. She was thinking, "okay, he's going that way" so quickly not thinking follows him left on green, as this other lady is coming toward her on green. The completely smashed, the other lady's car totalled, pretty much. Luckily all their airbags went off, and they all came away with minor injuries. The other lady smashed into the passenger side front tire. Thank heaven it wasn't back a couple feet, because she would have plowed right into Anna, probably seriously injuring here. A retired paramedic had stopped and called 911. I kept asking Hannah if she was okay. She kept saying she didn't know. "Physically are you okay?" I asked. She said she was, but she was so totally shook up. So, we waited as her parents showed up.
The first thing her mom said to her was, "Did you pull out when you shouldn't have?" as Hannah's having a breakdown. Poor thing, that didn't help in the slightest. To know that's what your mom is worried about when you just got in an intersection wreck. Good grief. She's happy we were there I think. Her mom tried to blame me. She said to us, while looking at me, "You're lucky I'm not chewing you out right now. The way you guys were goofing around..." I couldn't believe she was trying to put the blame on me. I put her in her place right away and told her this accident was by no means a result of goofing around, and that I wasn't even NEAR there when it happened. I couldn't believe her. Gosh. Later I apologized if I in any way had anything to do with it, wanting to see her reaction. She then said she was sorry for jumping to conclusions and stuff. But honestly, I swear she dislikes me a lot!" It's because she's legalistic and I'm not, partially.
We waited while the cops cleared it away and questioned. I was just praying they had insurance (they don't have much money). Thankfully I think they have liability insurance. She got a hundred some dollar citation, and the other lady got a citation for having an expired license.
I drive like a fucking moron a lot of the time. And I feel so bad because Hannah is the safest teenage driver that I know. I don't get why it wasn't me. I really don't. It was a wake up call, really. I'm a moron. I read a whole fucking article over about a 3 mile stretch while driving the other day. I go about 15-20 over. And I'm glad this was a wake-up call, but just don't know why it wasn't me.
Well, that was rather something. It honestly makes me want to be a cop all the more. Seeing the way they so professionly handle it. Seeing what good they do, and how they legally speed.
It wells up this longing inside of me to do just that. I'm 5'8" and 120 lbs. My uncle told me I have to put on a good 50 pounds. That was a drawback hearing that, but it's called a vest, that makes me appear larger (a lot of it is the intimidation factor), and heck I'm tall and will have mase and all that good shit. Danny and I are gunna be cops together.
~Sarah
Today has been very long. I got up this morning and went to church, having only a couple minutes to get ready. I really love my church.
Laura (my friend) said that her dad was pretty much on his death bed because the doctor's said that if he drank again he would die. She said last week that "That was probably the last time I'll see him," but seemed so calm about it. I was like "Wow. I'll be praying for you and your family." I believe that they said that, but obviously he wasn't on his deathbed because this morning in church I saw him, looking pretty healthy, with who looked like his mom. They went up for prayer, and I usually don't get emotional, but the fact that I had prayed for him and he was here today obviously willing, if not in the slightest, to make a turn in the right direction. It's one of those times that you can feel God moving. And knowing I could have been a part of it is such an awesome feeling.I had quiz practice after eating lunch with my family at Wendy's. Then I went to church and argued with Heitzman about a bunch of shit. She's so legalistic it makes me angry. I always put up my defense with her, always. She just doesn't listen when I talk. She's a typical public school teacher. Talk talk talk. Don't listen to anyone else, because I know I'm right, I swear I'm right. Joel and I were talking about the band "Frickin A" and I wondered why the hell you would name your band that. First of all, who in their right mind would name their band after substitute swear words is beyond me. So, Joel and I were talking about it. She butts in and this whole thing about "mainstream" starts up. Fine, she butts in and tries to go against everything I say. The only thing we really disagreed on was our definition of terms, and she couldn't understand that. I define "mainstream" as "popular", but she kept going on about what's really "popular" isn't really. So, basically she completely interrupted me to twist the subject so she could interject whatever she felt like. Being a Christian I want to be kind and all, but there is a place for anger I think. And it may be wrong, or it may not be, but I have so much fun pissing legalistic people off. It just cracks me up because they're so uptight about what they think is "right" and "wrong" and they have no basis for their opinions, and they're so blind to anything other than what their church teaches them.
Our main quiz coach, Mr. White said that Sunday practices are "optional", if you have something to do with your family, or a previous family commitment. Well I had already "commited" to taking my brother to his church thing down the road at 1:30. We were eating and then quizzing from 12:30-2:30. Somehow it came into the damn conversation that I had to do that. This place is like 4 minutes away. So, somehow it coming up I said that I had to run him there. She starts in this big thing about "Have you talked to Mr. White about this yet????" I politely explained the reason that I didn't need to. Then she brings my parents into this and something about how they're not taking him and so I have to, making it sound like my parents are lazy or something. She tries to explain that this isn't a "family activity", and that I twisted what Mr. White said to mean what I wanted it to, or something to that effect. I just explained again that it IS a previous family commitment. She said that I needed to talk to Mr. White. I rolled my eyes, and didn't talk to him until he nicely asked where I was going when I was ready to leave at 1:30. I explained and he fully understood. And she (already being extremely obese) sat there stuffing her face with food until I was basicaly back. I've had arguments with her before. I almost feel as though I'm stooping to argue over such small IDIOTIC stuff (like how the play the game of Clue fairly!)! I live. And life moves on.
Joel, Hannah, Anna and I went to the coffee shop and played cards and drank coffee, until Ben called at 3:00 and asked what we were doing. Then I picked up my brother (and Danielle) from their church and we met at Hannah's house to get her camcorder to go "make a movie" somewhere. Danielle was being a dork at their house and was like backing my car down their driveway, and just not using common sense, really. Just being a teenager, nothing drastic.
We weren't sure where we were going to go, so I'm like, "Well, just follow me, and I'll decide." So, I'm driving south on Post (with Danielle, Joel and Michael in the car), Ben behind me, about a foot from my fucking bumper, because he's cool like that. And Hannah and Anna were behind Joel in Hannah's (parent's actually) car. Danielle decides that going to the docking place to the right was a good place to shoot a movie scene or two. It was right there, so I slam my breaks on and drive in there. They were too close to notice, so Ben and Hannah kept driving and were going to turn around up there. While waiting I called Ben and was going to say, "Thanks for tailgating hunny, I need the money." As soon as I pick up the phone he said, "Hannah just got nailed". "Where?" I panicked. "At the intersection." he said. I knew where he meant, whipped the phone to Danielle, told her to talk, threw the car into reverse, turned around and headed that way as Joel's saying, "No, not Hannah." Drove up there, made a very unsafe turn to a parking lot where I could actually park, and ran over to her... she was now on the sidewalk pacing, just hanging up the phone with her parents. I asked her if she was okay and threw my arms around her. She was bawling, and so was Anna. Poor girl.
What happend was Ben was ahead and made a left turn on green. She was thinking, "okay, he's going that way" so quickly not thinking follows him left on green, as this other lady is coming toward her on green. The completely smashed, the other lady's car totalled, pretty much. Luckily all their airbags went off, and they all came away with minor injuries. The other lady smashed into the passenger side front tire. Thank heaven it wasn't back a couple feet, because she would have plowed right into Anna, probably seriously injuring here. A retired paramedic had stopped and called 911. I kept asking Hannah if she was okay. She kept saying she didn't know. "Physically are you okay?" I asked. She said she was, but she was so totally shook up. So, we waited as her parents showed up.
The first thing her mom said to her was, "Did you pull out when you shouldn't have?" as Hannah's having a breakdown. Poor thing, that didn't help in the slightest. To know that's what your mom is worried about when you just got in an intersection wreck. Good grief. She's happy we were there I think. Her mom tried to blame me. She said to us, while looking at me, "You're lucky I'm not chewing you out right now. The way you guys were goofing around..." I couldn't believe she was trying to put the blame on me. I put her in her place right away and told her this accident was by no means a result of goofing around, and that I wasn't even NEAR there when it happened. I couldn't believe her. Gosh. Later I apologized if I in any way had anything to do with it, wanting to see her reaction. She then said she was sorry for jumping to conclusions and stuff. But honestly, I swear she dislikes me a lot!" It's because she's legalistic and I'm not, partially.
We waited while the cops cleared it away and questioned. I was just praying they had insurance (they don't have much money). Thankfully I think they have liability insurance. She got a hundred some dollar citation, and the other lady got a citation for having an expired license.
I drive like a fucking moron a lot of the time. And I feel so bad because Hannah is the safest teenage driver that I know. I don't get why it wasn't me. I really don't. It was a wake up call, really. I'm a moron. I read a whole fucking article over about a 3 mile stretch while driving the other day. I go about 15-20 over. And I'm glad this was a wake-up call, but just don't know why it wasn't me.
Well, that was rather something. It honestly makes me want to be a cop all the more. Seeing the way they so professionly handle it. Seeing what good they do, and how they legally speed.
It wells up this longing inside of me to do just that. I'm 5'8" and 120 lbs. My uncle told me I have to put on a good 50 pounds. That was a drawback hearing that, but it's called a vest, that makes me appear larger (a lot of it is the intimidation factor), and heck I'm tall and will have mase and all that good shit. Danny and I are gunna be cops together. ~Sarah