What things are to be deemed priceless and what are to be deemed valuable? How are we suppose to know what things we should value? The following things are what I hold close and dear. They mean more to me than I can explain in any number of words.
I’m one of those people who constantly has crazy days. Like when school’s a drag and in the girl’s locker room we have hair tossing, shin guard throwing, sock whipping and scrambling to get jerseys on. Whether they realize it or not, my team is always there for me. At times where my life seems to be a total disaster, they really help to pick me up. I've never told them that but it seems that regardless of my mood, I always leave with a positive one. They are the true magicians in this world with their mood elevating mind tricks a total secret. On our bus ride to our game ,every one's piled in back and I’m in front with terrible bus sickness. I thought they were going to stop liking me because I didn't sit with them, but this wasn't the case. With wobbly feet, I got off the bus and tried to stop feeling sick. Everyone came over and started asking if I was okay. With a weak response of “I'll live”, they told me to take it easy until I started feeling better.
During our first game it was a terrible time, with us beating Central 6-1. Instead of everyone complaining we focused on the good parts of the game and had a fun time with it. During the bus ride home I sat in the back, regardless of the bus sickness, and we had a blast. With music blaring and head bobbing we talked about games yet to come. Unfortunately the games are still to come as all of our games have been cancelled or rescheduled, and it's been about five weeks since our first game. But the mood in our fantastic group of freshies has not been diminished, it's subsided but our good attitude never completely destroyed. Our patience on the other hand, has completely run out.
Do you know the feeling, that feeling where you seem in another dimension? I get that feeling a lot and for me, it comes from reading my glorious livres. With nothing to do for hours at a time I usually grab a book and plop myself down on my chair. My floor is extremely demented, so every time I sit down the chair rotates about 120 degrees to the right. Mumbling to myself about how terrible the designers of the house are, I open my book to the sight of tiny font and unusual dialect. With words spelled the olde way and extremely large words, that some people can’t comprehend the meaning of, I usually get lost between the pages.
Currently I’m reading a book called Die For Me by Amy Plum. In it’s pages I get so lost it’s hard to come back to the real world. For most of the books I read it's like that. I get so lost in how the authors describe the scenes that it prints an image in my mind and I get stuck there, like my own personal movie theater. Books are my extended imagination, it has to be true that the more you read the better of a writer you become. With books I don't have to worry about acceptance or belonging, I can have my opinion of them and the story they hold within. They are fine with being judged and criticized with no bad words to say back.
These two things are both priceless and valuable and have a very special place in my extremely tiny muscle known as a heart. While these things are important to me it doesn't mean that somethings should be deemed less meaningful.
