Write Right - Unfinished

Her eyes were blue, I think, or green. I never really knew, as we hardly made eye contact; she was so shy. Her hair was brown, her waist was tiny, and her English was good. She, at the same time, was incredibly different from and exactly like her family.
Her older brother was most like her, and their mother. Quiet, but sweeter than the cantaloupe we would eat before meals. Brother, sister, mother were soft-spoken; the former were both incredibly gifted, musically. They tentatively accepted me into their family, but gladly accepted me into their home.
Her younger brother and father were the jokers in her family. They were friendly, open, made me feel at ease. Her father was so good with his English, and helped translate back and forth between us; her brother was hilarious, even in French. Both of them reminded me so much of my actual family back in America that it made me hurt.
She was like them too, my sister. After our trip to the music school, after sitting through accordion class, she opened like a book. We shared questions, culture differences, flute music. I showed her my Facebook; she was thrilled to see my family, friends, life. She left me fall asleep in the car on our trips into town, and on our final day as sisters, we took a trip together. She smiled, laughed; she opened up as she hadn’t before.
I saw the real her.
And then we parted, but stayed close. She was part of our music program in town; although she didn’t laugh as much, or talk as much, but she would smile and me, and I at her, and we held together as no other two did. After almost eleven days with her, with her family,

What the heck?!

I could survive for 1 minute, 25 seconds chained to a bunk bed with a velociraptor

I lasted longer than Nicola, but not as long as Josh.

Dude. How did that work?!

$20,000/year

Seems like a lot? Well, it is. But it's also how much Aquinas is willing to give me if/when I attend. Awesome, right??

Speaking of awesome, somebody just switched out of Write Right and into my Microsoft Office class. Which means I totally have a chance of taking his place in Write Right! ...Yes, I know that it's the fourth week of school, and yes, I know it might be hard to catch up. But seriously, I don't care. :]

Guess who got her acceptance letter?!

THIS KID!

Yesterday afternoon, I got my acceptance letter from Aquinas! I'm really, really excited. :]

And I LOVE my job!

2-0.

Last night, Greenville played Reeths-Puffer. Here are some interesting facts:

1. RP uses a parking lot for marching band practice. A special, marked-off, lines-painted parking lot.

2. Evan's sister Hannah is AWESOME.

3. Evan is ridiculously crazy, but has good CDs.

4. When Matt S. tells you that you should step back from the Painted Boys when we scored a touch down, you should definitely listen. Otherwise, Dillon K.might end up hitting you in the face.

5. Adam and his family are lovely. :]

The end.

School.

Unnecessary drama.

That's about it, really.

Also, in my computer class today, I was taught how to double-click with the mouse.

...

Yeah.