Back on Track

I'm anxious I might have to drop to drop Latin so I can take Health and Fitness just in case I want to graduate. I'm nervous I'll start crying at guard or that my mother will forget to put together the star award. I'm terrified thinking of the fact that I'm not entirely sure where my Shel Silverstein book is and that it might be lost for all eternity.

I did read 155 minutes of scripture today, though. Our seminary class stayed after school to eat pizza and reclaim our spot in our scriputural March Madness. Instead of a boring reading session, it turned into a set of fantastic mini-lessons on Joseph in Egypt, forgiving others and ourselves, overcoming evil with good, faith in the face of danger, and Nephi's parting words. Us 5-7 offered comments and dug through footnotes and marked our pages like crazy. Honestly, I didn't feel this astounding witness of the Spirit like you might have expected, but just being there, that was enough. It was like an English class, dissecting a piece of literature and finding the beauty God prepared and protected.

Also, I got a 32 composite score on the ACT now. I feel slightly smart. That is all.