Good Stuff!
Dear Diary,
Well, I have been getting a lot of good things! (Mostly last week, but still.) Last week, I had a Track meet, and I didn’t completely fail! I got 3rd place in hurdles, and 1st in the 100 meter dash! You may be asking why my coach didn’t make me do the 4 by 100 meter relay, but that is simple. Okay, I mean, not THAT simple. Yes, I am exceedingly quick, which I get from my mom, but add in a baton, and I’m tripping like my usual clumsy self. My hand-eye coordination is not so good, and I cannot pass the baton. When trying to catch the baton, I’m a bit better, but I get nervous and my hand kind of twitches. Oh, and other than track, there is other good stuff! Like my social studies teacher remarking how much I have improved my writing skills, and how I got a very, no not very, extremely, high score on my essay. I knew I shouldn’t have been that nervous, seeing I researched late into the night, which is not my thing. I get to be a bit wobbly from lack of sleep, and seemingly drunk. But, my hard work paid off! Also, Beth, my foster mom, who I call my step-mom for no reason, took me deep-sea fishing, which was simply breathtaking. It is wondrous to be out near the shore and swim, and I feel like I’m in my own world there, but the deep-sea fishing was so much more. It was much more isolated, which gave me a thrill, just me and the water. It reminded me so much of when I first saw the sea, when I first touched the sparkling ocean of greens and deep blues… Well, I suppose I will go into that subject now that I have wandered off the other one. Anyways, I had loved the sea ever since I found its wonders. I know that sounds cheesy, but it’s the complete truth. It was a clear blue-sky sort of day, and my mother had taken me all the way to the ocean. I lingered at the sand, which reminded me of brown sugar a bit, then headed to the water. My mom had told me to “go with the flow of the water,” and told me it was okay if I didn’t succeed at first. She looked on me with worry, obviously hoping I remembered that. But I didn’t have to. I was a natural. Man, I miss my mother. I was thinking, over spring break, I could go to North Carolina to “see” her, but I don’t know if I will be able to.
~RiO
