No Time Like the Present

Hello again. I know I just posted earlier today, but I have nothing to do. Er, rather, nothing I *feel* like doing. Today I went to the coordinator of Big Brother/Big Sister's office at our school, and I'm officially a Big Sister in a class of first graders who got held back at the First Elementary School (Our town has two. I find it rather dumb)! I'm very excited, especially because I'll get to be the only one in the class, and because I'll get to take the bus home with all of the little kids! I love the little first graders. They're all so adorable and sweet! And most importantly, they're not my ACTUAL siblings. I'll be helping around the room, doing whatever the teacher needs me to do, whether it be helping the entire class with something, or reading to the kids, or helping an individual student each week. I'll be going on Tuesdays and Thursdays, and then on Monday, Wednesday and Sundays (I'm not sure but I think these are the days we've decided on), I'll be going to work at my first job!! It's not a *real* real job, because I'm fifteen, and I don't think I'm old enough to work an official job yet, but it's a job nonetheless. I'll be tutoring my friend Sydney's younger sister Samantha. She's in Seventh Grade, and I believe she's having trouble with math, so I'll be helping her with that, which I would do for free. Only now I get ten dollars an hour to do it! So yes, I am very, very excited.

Other happenings in my life are as follows:

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Okay, so there aren't really any other happenings in my life. My cell phone's on the fritz. I think it may have gotten wet, but I don't know how it could have since I'm very paranoid about it getting wet. I've been racking my brain trying to think of when it could have, and alas, I have nothing. School is insanely banal, and there's simply nothing to report, other than the certain rudeness of one girl who I used to be friends with. You know, when I think back to why my Freshman Year was so bad, and all of the things that really just made me flat out cry, and hate school, and want to move far, far away from Dullsville, it all relates back to that one fight with that one girl. It was a dumb fight over her saying very rude things about some of our mutual friends, and I wasn't going to stand for that! They're my FRIENDS. So one thing led to another, and now she openly hates me. I mean there *are* times when I wish I was still friends with her. . . But then I remember what a contoroling, idiotic, "tore-up-from-the-floor-up" (If you catch my drift), rude, terrible friend she was. She made her BEST FRIEND cry. That's not someone I want to be associated with.
I'm not sure what the point of this post is. But it's a good way to project my thoughts.