Baseball

When my sister was in high school, she was the baseball manager. She went to Joseph City and managed their team.  She told me that it was really fun and that when I got to high school I should do it too.  Well, unlike my siblings, I played a lot of sports in high school. The cool thing though, was that I played every sport except softball.  Yay! I could be baseball manager.  I go to the baseball coach and ask him about it. He says they already have a main manager but they could use another one. I’m all set. The next thing I know, my friends are all telling me to play softball instead of manager. Even the coach came and talked to me, “Alyssa, I hear your thinking about playing softball for me?” What? Who told her that? She goes on, “We need you. Your mom played softball and you’re an athlete, I know you’ll be good at it.”  Well, even though I never ever played the game before, or didn’t know the rules, I fell into peer pressure and played softball my sophomore and junior year; back to back state champions. That was a good experience. I thought, well I wonder how being a baseball manager is. I guess I’ll never know.

            Guess what? I came to Holbrook my last year of high school. I love sports so much and was devastated to hear that I couldn’t play any sports that I played in Joseph City. I couldn’t play volleyball, basketball, or softball. Well, I wanted to play a sport my senior year so I played soccer. I was the goalie and had so much fun! I loved it so much! Softball season finally came and I became the baseball manager. At first, I was kind of questioning it. I didn’t know if I would be able to commit to it. Well I have and it has been a great season. I have to admit that I’ve had my times with the team; being in my bad mood and getting mad at a lot of the players. I made it up by making them cookies which they loved. Well, mostly Ilacian and Joey; and Blake who stole the whole bag and probably didn’t share.

Our team has gone through a lot; from winning crazy games when we’re behind to complaining about things and fighting with each other to getting back together as a team and stepping up our game to be regional champions!!! We are finally off to state, which is this weekend. I’m super excited. I’m so proud of these boys who got through everything and made it to state. I must say I’m very sad as well. I’m going to miss all of them and miss going on trips with them; even though most of them are mean to us managers. I guess they use the word picking on? Who knows what that means? I say their just being mean. I still love them or coarse! I’m very happy that I got to be a part of this amazing team and hope that in the end, no matter what happens, we will all remember how we came back to kick some butt!!!   

Senioritis

So, we only have 19 days of school left! Not counting the weekends. Everyone has been talking about senioritis and how they are starting to feel it.  Let me tell you something. I’ve had senioritis for a long time. Not just a week. It’s been like a month for me. I sit in class and don’t even want to listen! I just want to sleep or hurry and get out of that class so the next one comes and the next and the next so I can go. . .to what? Um…well, I get home and I don’t even want to do any homework either! I put my books on my bed and go eat something. My room is my favorite room in my house so I’m always in there; yet when I see my books, I still don’t do my homework. I always put it off. The thing is, that if I don’t turn in an assignment on time, it really bugs me because now I know I’m behind and I’m unorganized in my homework and bluh! It’s crazy. So for some reason, I always find myself turning in my homework on time. How in the world did this happen? I didn’t do my homework. Oh wait, I did do it, I just wasn’t really thinking because, honestly, who thinks about homework when they’re doing homework right? Obviously not me. I must tell you that it feels so good to get your work in on time because being behind just sucks.

            Today we were talking about this senioritis thing and Tess said that it should really be a disease. It should be! Everyone gets it. It’s super weird but natural I guess. I wonder if it gets worse or better from here. For me, it has jumped around. I used to have it bad, and now it’s not as bad. Hmmm, will it get worse for me? I hope not.  A lot of people say that the last months of their high school career just rushes by and they are all really excited to graduate. They also say that when they finally do graduate, after a few months go by and high school starts for everyone else that they really do miss it. Probably because they are bums and don’t have a life. Just kidding. I think I might miss it too; just a little. But for right now, I just want to be done with it. Maybe it’s just all in our heads seniors. We’ve gone four years doing this, so let’s forget about it, get our work done, and graduation will be here and school is over forever!!!.......ok, just until we start all the way at the bottom as freshmen in college.     

Friends

Friends are an amazing thing to have in our lives. We have best friends, we have friends, and we have boyfriends…or girlfriends if you’re a boy. Friends are there for us when we need them.  A lot of people are scared to go to their parents or share things with them. Others are very comfortable at it. Many people just go straight to their friends. That’s what I do.  I don’t just go to any friend though.  That’s what my best friend is for; someone who I trust with my life and someone who gives me good advice yet she tells me when I’m doing something wrong.

            I love friends! My brother moved out of the house almost a year ago and I miss him so much. It’s only my dad and I at the house and it gets very boring. So, I call up my friends and either have them come over, me go over there, or just go do something. We don’t even really have to be doing anything. We can just be talking about things and that’s good enough for me.

Some people say they are your friends, but then they betray you. Those are not true friends and I think we have to be careful who we choose as friends. If someone says they’re your friend and try to get you drunk or to go party, they aren’t your real friends. That just makes me mad. Or if they say they’re your friend then you come to find out they were talking bad about you behind your back. Not nice.  

I’m not much of a talker around people who aren’t really my friends, but once you get to know me and become a friend, or close friend, I talk a lot! But talking is good when you need to get a lot off your chest. That has been me the last couple weeks. The thing is, my best friend just gets mad at me and tells me I’m stupid for the things I’ve been doing; maybe she’s right, but I still always need someone to listen to me and to comfort me.  I haven’t really had anyone to really talk to about this or have a shoulder to cry on; which makes it really hard. All my hurtful thoughts and thoughts about how           has hurt me just builds up inside; and when people make me mad, I just get really angry. I’m sure I’m just being a cry baby. But hey, I know I’ll get through it and there’s always Jesus who fixes me right up. And he is my ultimate best friend!