Somehow three months have passed again without me updating everyone....I have gotten a laptop from my parents for my birthday, which was on Dec. 1st, and am in Creative Writing class right now at Ronald Reagan High School typing on it. My small school on Red Hill would have been on break by now and it seems strange to still be in school for another week before Winter break.
So far, my first semester of high school has been really strange and often lonely and uncomfortable. Freshmen are treated badly in most schools, according to Dad, and I just will have to "tough it out". Tom and I hardly speak with one another because he has friends already from being in the district last year for 8th grade and they have convinced him that our small school on Red Hill was for sissies or "hippies" as they call them. I can't even defend that because I am not sure why they would even think that. Mom says that they are just jealous because they had to go to a big school for junior high and only wish that they had gone to a small school that is more "open". I asked her what that meant and she said that I was more "open" to explore things that I liked at the small school and more "open" to be myself overall. I guess I understand now and it just made me wish for that experience again. Mom said that if their was a better option that was "feasible" then her and Dad would send me there, but right now there just isn't unless they want to drive me an hour and a half away, which would be a lot of driving for them everyday.
Some of my fellow students from the Red Hill School are going to that school far away, but they live much closer than I do. Fortunately, a few friends of mine from Red Hill are going to Ronald Reagan High, but some are also being home-schooled. My best friend right now is Beth, who was good friends with Gretchen when she was at Red Hill. Gretchen and I have stopped writing each other and I think Gretchen and her Mom have moved again, so I have lost touch with her almost completely. I feel really sad when I think about it and wish sometimes that somehow she would just show up at my doorstep at the ranch. That seems pretty unlikely though and "its best to move on", Dad says. Beth has not heard from Gretchen either and has moved on quite awhile ago. I wish it were that easy for me, but I guess I was closer to Gretchen than Beth was.
Beth has been growing a lot and looks much different than she did last year at Red Hill. I sometimes feel like the shortest person in the school, even though I know that I am not. Beth and I have been watching a lot of movies lately at my house and often we end up holding hands during the movie. It doesn't quite feel as exciting as it did with Gretchen, but being around Beth makes me feel good. She doesn't make me feel nervous all the time, like when Gretchen and I would hang out alone together. She is my good friend that has never said anything to hurt me or make me mad. Except for that time when she said that I was whining too much about our new school right after she just got done complaining about the cheerleaders. I think she was having a bad day because her cat, Jonas, was missing for three days and she was a little worried. Jonas came back later that day after she got home from school and left an open can of tuna at the back stairs. I have told Beth that Jonas was my inspiration for my short story "JoJo and Brooks" because he is always getting out and rarely comes back clean or smelling like honeysuckle. My Mom calls that cat (and Brooks) "mischievous", which means "causing or showing a fondness for causing trouble in a playful way". I guess I knew most of what that meant, but I didn't realize it was also "playful". I guess there are quite a few kids in my new school that are mischievous and sometimes it seems to be a game for some kids. According to what I read in Grandpa's letters and notes that I read last year, that he was quite a mischievous teenager and often got into trouble. I think I might be ready to share one of those stories soon, but for now I must get to my next class...math. ;(
(I can't believe I just used one of those internet sad faces that give you a neck ache).
Till next time,
The Boy (15 yrs, 2 weeks)
Painting by Pablo Picasso
So far, my first semester of high school has been really strange and often lonely and uncomfortable. Freshmen are treated badly in most schools, according to Dad, and I just will have to "tough it out". Tom and I hardly speak with one another because he has friends already from being in the district last year for 8th grade and they have convinced him that our small school on Red Hill was for sissies or "hippies" as they call them. I can't even defend that because I am not sure why they would even think that. Mom says that they are just jealous because they had to go to a big school for junior high and only wish that they had gone to a small school that is more "open". I asked her what that meant and she said that I was more "open" to explore things that I liked at the small school and more "open" to be myself overall. I guess I understand now and it just made me wish for that experience again. Mom said that if their was a better option that was "feasible" then her and Dad would send me there, but right now there just isn't unless they want to drive me an hour and a half away, which would be a lot of driving for them everyday.
Some of my fellow students from the Red Hill School are going to that school far away, but they live much closer than I do. Fortunately, a few friends of mine from Red Hill are going to Ronald Reagan High, but some are also being home-schooled. My best friend right now is Beth, who was good friends with Gretchen when she was at Red Hill. Gretchen and I have stopped writing each other and I think Gretchen and her Mom have moved again, so I have lost touch with her almost completely. I feel really sad when I think about it and wish sometimes that somehow she would just show up at my doorstep at the ranch. That seems pretty unlikely though and "its best to move on", Dad says. Beth has not heard from Gretchen either and has moved on quite awhile ago. I wish it were that easy for me, but I guess I was closer to Gretchen than Beth was.
Beth has been growing a lot and looks much different than she did last year at Red Hill. I sometimes feel like the shortest person in the school, even though I know that I am not. Beth and I have been watching a lot of movies lately at my house and often we end up holding hands during the movie. It doesn't quite feel as exciting as it did with Gretchen, but being around Beth makes me feel good. She doesn't make me feel nervous all the time, like when Gretchen and I would hang out alone together. She is my good friend that has never said anything to hurt me or make me mad. Except for that time when she said that I was whining too much about our new school right after she just got done complaining about the cheerleaders. I think she was having a bad day because her cat, Jonas, was missing for three days and she was a little worried. Jonas came back later that day after she got home from school and left an open can of tuna at the back stairs. I have told Beth that Jonas was my inspiration for my short story "JoJo and Brooks" because he is always getting out and rarely comes back clean or smelling like honeysuckle. My Mom calls that cat (and Brooks) "mischievous", which means "causing or showing a fondness for causing trouble in a playful way". I guess I knew most of what that meant, but I didn't realize it was also "playful". I guess there are quite a few kids in my new school that are mischievous and sometimes it seems to be a game for some kids. According to what I read in Grandpa's letters and notes that I read last year, that he was quite a mischievous teenager and often got into trouble. I think I might be ready to share one of those stories soon, but for now I must get to my next class...math. ;(
(I can't believe I just used one of those internet sad faces that give you a neck ache).
Till next time,
The Boy (15 yrs, 2 weeks)
Painting by Pablo Picasso
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