Graduation

Well…. It finally happened. After six years of attending Heritage Academy, I walked across the stage at last and received my diploma cover. Still waiting on the actual diploma. (thanks, Heritage)
Guys, I’ve been a wreck this week. Flipping from feeling like: “yesss finally no more polos no more math class no more uniforms no more underclassmen no more being in high school BRING IT ON” to feeling like: “Oh no…. No, I can’t be graduating. I’m too young for this! I don’t know how to be an adult! I don’t know how to live without my friends! Help! Keep me close, please! I’m too scared! I love Heritage!”

And the mood swings… Oh, the mood swings. I’ve been in a full-on hormonal pregnant lady emotional state for the past three days. (no offense, raging pregnant ladies. Kisses!) For example, on Wednesday, right before Seminary graduation, I was talking to my mom and little sister about graduation, and was doing fine until I thought about this picture:

Which was taken wayyyyyy back in 8th grade, mind you, and not necessarily a precious picture that changed my life forever, but for some reason as soon as I thought about this picture the reality that I would probably lose contact with these girls & not be super close anymore broke through the foggy feelings and slapped me in the face, and pretty soon I had to excuse myself to my bedroom so I could attempt to pull myself together. So I sat down and bawled for a few minutes in my room, completely disregarding the fact that I had a graduation going on in about half an hour… 😛

Seminary graduation was pretty nice, even though I got the wrong diploma at first. I really missed my seminary teacher, though. That was the only part of seminary graduation that stung for me, really. My seminary teacher, Brother Sell, has been an incredible influence on my life. I don’t know what I would do without him, and I secretly hope beyond hope he moves to Thatcher to become an Institute teacher.
After seminary graduation, Andrew, Ryan, and I went to WalMart and frolicked about the aisles, being goofy and eventually ending up in a parking lot, dancing around to Queen songs. I love my boys. I’m going to miss them so much it’s crazy!

Then Thursday came. The awards ceremony was frightfully dull, save for a few things:
1) I got to sing the National Anthem, a dream of mine since I was a freshman,
2) I finally earned my Drama distinction,
and 3) I had two little performances onstage with my Drama class.
Other than that, it was a total snore. But I got to sit with my best friends, so it was survivable.

oh yeah… Our friend Emma also made us some seriously fab
flower crowns!

Then…. It Came. Graduation night.
I never got a graduation dress or anything, so I wore my favorite shorts and a button up shirt. I wasn’t feeling like dressing up, so I didn’t! And I do NOT regret that one bit. :^)
All throughout the ceremony, I sat in the back thinking “oh my gosh. Where has the time gone? I’m actually doing this…. Can’t I just not graduate & spend more time with my friends? Ughh this is too weird. I’m… Oh, no, I’m WALKING UP TO GET MY DIPLOMA. Is it too late to turn back & run? I… Oh, wow. I did it. I graduated. Heritage is just a memory now. I’m done.”
As soon as I sat down, the waterworks started. Maybe it’s because I didn’t get enough sleep the previous night, maybe I was genuinely this sad about graduating, or maybe my subconscious just REALLY wanted to embarrass me, because I was the only one crying & carrying on like a deranged person. Or, at least it seemed that way to me. If you, the person reading this, became a complete basket case at your graduation, please let me know and we can cry together. #buddies
Anyway, of course since I graduated, I HAD to get a bunch of pictures taken, so I present to you, Graduation Pictures: or, Pictures Of Me Crying On Various People.

CJ! Seriously such a sweet guy. He’s always so happy
& he gives great hugs. :^)

 In case you couldn’t tell, I took that stupid hat off as SOON as I sat down. That hat looks good on a grand total of nobody.

#wegraduated #finally

ugh I’m going to miss this kid.

This is actually one of my favorite pictures of the night.
Shea, you’re wonderful & I can’t wait to go to the movies with you! ;^)

 Oh yeah. Here are some pictures of my actual graduation, so you can see just how dumb that hat looks. And, you know, celebrate my graduation and whatnot.

Ah, Draven, I’m going to miss you. Thanks for being such a good
listener and being willing to let me vent when I need to. You’re a doll!

My bishop came! I thought that was too awesome.

Me & my “aunt” Shauna. :^)

Julia! I was so happy she came to see me graduate, I started crying
again.

 This picture stings me a little each time. Geneal has been my best friend, my confidante, and the best sister a girl could ask for, and I am leaving her. I have no idea why I’m doing that to myself, but I am. For some reason, this picture is also garnering a lot of “likes” on Facebook, and I guess people just really like my crying face or something. 😛

Me and my cute Nana

Oh, Ryan. We’re going to have to go on some crazy adventures
this summer. I’m gonna miss him.

My grandpa Roland surprised me and came to my graduation! I
can’t tell you how much that meant to me to see him there.
Love him.

Some of my favorite hooligans.

Suzy & I were YCL’s together a few years ago, and she was
the only one keeping me sane. I love hanging out with her!

This little dude was such a champ! I kind of took
over his birthday this year, and he didn’t seem to
mind one bit! In fact, he was happy to see a real
graduation, so win-win!

This chick. We’ve been through a LOT together, and I’m so
grateful we’ve been able to come out on top.

I’m not even going to bother telling you how much I’m going
to miss this boy.

We did it! 

I kind of adore Sarah with all my being. She’s
fabulous, and it’s been SUCH a treat
knowing her & making stupid jokes
with her.
*pop* MANATEE

It’s been a trippy few days, that’s for sure. It’s probably not going to sink in until I’m actually IN my new apartment though, knowing me.
ALSO! Today is my first Sunday in the Single’s Ward. Can you believe that?! So weird.

~Haeley

#TransformationTuesday

Once upon a time, I was in 7th grade.

Then, I went on to 8th grade. I gained a LOT of weight.

In 9th grade, I got a LOT cooler, as evidenced by this sassy picture:
10th grade rolled along, and I started to thin out, and got bangs. I was also rather sexy, and decided it was okay to pose with my sister.

11th Grade not only brought longer hair and shoes that were so hipster they weren’t stylish yet, it also brought my lovely sister, Savannah into the mix! She began Heritage that year in the 7th grade.

And now we come to 12 grade. It’s been a crazy, crazy ride, senior year…. The face says it all:

Excited, and still not sure what to expect. Who could have known I would begin this year with the longest hair I’ve ever had and finish it with the shortest hair I’ve ever had? (random, but interesting to think about)
I’m so grateful for these years, and I’m glad I have the opportunity to look back at these pictures, even if they bring back memories of awkward times. It’s kinda cool to see them in a timeline, no? Props to my mama for thinking to take these!

Sigh… Don’t you love #transformationTuesdays? :^)

~Haeley

The last Monday

First off, that sounded like a Nicholas Sparks novel. I didn’t mean it, I promise! Honest mistake.
Secondly, I feel like I should document each day of the rest of this week because, you know, my whole life is changing in three days. So naturally, the thing to do is write about your feelings, cuz that is important. The last time I did any sort of countdown to something school related was when I was waiting for 7th grade to begin! How bizarre is that? I don’t think 12 year old me ever thought about graduating…. And yet here I am! Ready to go out and graduate, and attend the single’s ward, and just… Grow up.

Yesterday, my friend McKenzie and I were driving and naturally talking about graduation when something hit me: I have absolutely no choice in this matter. I mean, if I wanted to be held back, I could probably do that, but I have to graduate at some point. It has to happen. And you know what?
It’s scary. It’s terrifying. But everyone has to go through it at some point, and it’s my turn. Yes, I still feel too young for it, but I also think I’m ready… To some extent. If not now, when? I keep telling myself. I don’t want to leave Heritage, but I also know I will go completely mental if I stay. I don’t want to lose my friends, that’s the problem. I love them.
There are some friends I will be okay with growing distant with- not to say I don’t love them, of course, but I know we’ll go our separate ways, and our lives will be wonderful, and it will be okay. I’ve accepted that. However, there are certain people (read: one person) I don’t think I can live without. And maybe that’s just my overly dramatic, teenager hormones speaking, but I am absolutely terrified about losing that certain person. That’s why I don’t want to leave.

Enough angsty, whiny rubbish. Here’s some news!

I found out today that I earned a scholarship from the Drama department at EA! Score!!

I also found out I missed the deadline for another scholarship. Boo! But at least I earned one scholarship, right? Find joy in all things. And don’t worry- I am completely satisfied with just that one scholarship. I couldn’t be more grateful.

Tomorrow I’ll treat you all to some pictures!

~Haeley

Sneak peek of my senior pictures!

Yesterday I was lucky enough to be able to be a senior rep for a photographer, Emily Bridgman! She was super friendly, funny, and cute, but most of all, she let me be, well, ME! I loved how she was able to really capture my personality (and made me look pretty darn good while doing so!), and she’s let me “leak” a few shots for the general public to enjoy! :^)

I felt totally comfortable with her the whole time, and by the look of these, the shoot turned out WONDERFULLY! I’m so excited to see the rest, but for now, these are here to tide ya over. ;^)

ALSO: Seniors, if you are in the market for a good photographer, you should seriously consider Emily. She’ll be able to do sessions until around the end of March/beginning of April because she’s expecting a sweet little baby right about that time! And anyway, it’s better to do it now rather than later, because that way you can make graduation announcements! Who wants to do THAT mess last minute? Nooooot me. I’ll link up her info at the bottom of this post for your convenience. :^)
(ps- if you mention my name when setting up your shoot, you get $25 off your session! Isn’t that nifty?!)

~Haeley

Emily’s Facebook page: https://www.facebook.com/EmilyBridgmanPhotography
Emily’s website/blog: http://www.emilybridgmanphotography.com/

A trip to the cadaver lab, some important musings, and pictures. Of course.

Before I start this post I just want to reassure everyone that no, I did NOT take any pictures in the cadaver lab. That would be in poor taste. I simply added some illustrations to my important musings which you will be privy to in just a moment. First, let me tell you about the cadaver lab.

When the cadaver lab was first announced, I had no doubt in my mind that I wanted to go. I mean, looking at actual, realistically sized body parts? Coolio! I wasn’t into it just because I could see dead people (although I guess that factor was cool…..?), I was genuinely interested in seeing our bodies stripped down to their most basic components.

When we got there, they briefed us on regular safety procedures, including the tidbit about passing out, that is: if you pass out in the lab, you are required to stay down until 911 is notified- how. Embarrassing. Can you imagine being that unlucky person? You’d just chill down on the ground while everyone else stared at you until the paramedics arrived to tell you what you already knew- you’re perfectly okay, you’re just a wimp who needs to not do anything fun ever. Personally, I’d either play it up, or try to jump up when people weren’t looking and see how many jumping jacks I could crank out before someone pushed me back down. And what if I just tripped over my shoes? WHAT THEN?! Would I still have to stay down???

These thoughts in my head, I determined to not faint of even get dizzy inside the lab; however, right before we went in, I had a tiny moment of panic- I was actually going to see someone who had passed on. Someone who lived a full, and (hopefully) happy life… And they were going to be reduced to mere fragments in order to educate us. Wow.

When we went into the lab, it wasn’t all that bad. We were able to look at individual organs, identify them, and describe their function. It was interesting to see the various sizes of each organ, and it was all fun and games until we reached one particular organ…. The uterus. It was pretty much the size of a quarter. Wut.

It simply baffled me. I mean, I knew it was small, but not THAT small. Babies grow in those things! It’s so tiny!!! What the heck?! And don’t even get me started on menstruation. A teeny, tiny, little organ causes THAT much pain? It causes your whole entire life to slow down for a week? It makes your stomach hurt like the dickens? I couldn’t even understand how much blood could fit in that tiny pouch. If it’s so tiny, how come periods take all week? How come it can’t just all come out at once? Where is the justice in this system?!?!?!?! The lady said she didn’t think uteruses even expanded during menses, which doesn’t make sense. You lose about 6-9 tablespoons of menstrual fluid per period. TABLESPOONS. NOT TEASPOONS. WHAT IS LIFE. WHAT. That is a LOT. And it somehow is packaged in a small pouch. I just do not understand. Especially the pain associated with it. I was confused, but upon further reflection I came to the reason. Observe below:
*click to make pictures bigger*

For the record, this sad uterus just kills me every time. Poor uterus.

That. That is exactly what happened in the Great Organ Conference, and this is when periods were born. Because the uterus has something to prove. Because the uterus is independent, and doesn’t need to be big to be important. Because the uterus GROWS BABIES. Do you see the heart doing that? Heck no. Do you ever happen upon a fertile stomach? Fat chance. Uteruses are where it’s at- literally.

In other news, we also had a lockdown while in the cadaver lab, and stayed in there an additional, what, 30 minutes? It was crazy, man. I’m just glad we didn’t have to turn out the lights, because eek. I’m also glad the zombie apocalypse didn’t start right then, either. Aaaaawwwwkkwwaaaarrdddd…

But it was REALLY neat. I would totally go again, and if you aren’t squeamish around those kind of things, and can handle the smell (I covered my nose the whole time, personally), DO IT. It’s really eye-opening to see how the body fits together and works. So even if you aren’t going into the medical field, it’s a really, really wonderful experience. Bodies really are amazing, aren’t they?

Especially the uterus.

~Haeley

Happy (late) Halloween!

So, I know this is terribly late, but in an effort to document my insanity (and show you some RIDICULOUS pictures of me), I’ve decided to tell you a magical story of Halloween.

First off, we had pumpkin carving, which was a cheery affair involving pumpkin guts and slimy knives.

It was then that Haeley realized the power of the Lorax… Resided inside her.

Even though we sketched out many different ideas, Lula and I decided against making an elaborate face, settling instead on random shapes. I originally envisioned a lovely, geometric pumpkin full of wonder and grace, but…. I got lazy and quit while I was ahead. It still turned out cool though, right? Ha. Don’t answer that.

After that came the ward Trunk-Or-Treat! I decided to go as a mime, and lemme tell ya, that was a HIT. Even though I’m a complete chatterbox, I can make a pretty legit mime. I had people coming up to me the whole night, betting they could make me talk. Guess who won?

That’s right. Me.

I call this, “silence of the hams.”

I LOVE being a mime, honestly. It is seriously so fun. I really wanted to be a mime at school the next day, but the rule is no face painting, so I had to settle for something a little more…. Age appropriate.

This costume. Oh my. This was probably one of the best ideas I’ve ever had, to be perfectly frank. It was hilarious watching all the reactions all day! I scared a few people, made a few more do a double-take, and generally enjoyed being a grumpy old hag. This costume was LEAGUES above and beyond any other costume I’ve ever worn at school- trust me, they’ve all sucked big time. Big. Time. This one was a triumph, however, and I can’t remember the last time it was so fun to frown all day.
All in all…. Good times were had.

~Haeley

Canterbury Tales.

I know, I know, this is going to be soooo boring, but I wanted to post my creative essay here for posterity. (also, I need you to judge me. How’d I do?) Here goes nothing!

Doctor, Doctor! A Canterbury Tale.
                “The doctor will see you now.” Those words alone have the power to send chills up and down your spine. As you rise out of your seat, placing the wrinkled magazine back onto the table, you can feel the others staring you down, trying in vain to guess your ailment. You really can’t blame them, for that’s the whole reason you’re here in the first place; and what a relief to know that your doctor knows what he’s doing! At least you won’t be judged by your astronomical sign, and bled to restore balance to your humors… Right?
                As you follow the cheerful nurse through the doors, you notice that the doctor’s office has been renovated since last you walked the sterile halls. Instead of pamphlets with smiling people on the front, you see strange, almost mystical charts nailed to the wall, written in extravagant, unreadable font. Rather than cotton balls, tongue depressors, and syringes, you see yellowish strips of cloth, a mortar and pestle, and a jar of what you can only hope are not leeches.
                Suddenly, your doctor bursts through the door, wearing something you’d see only at a Renaissance fair. Consulting various thickly-bound books, your doctor makes short work of your diagnosis. After discerning “his patient’s favorable star”, and uttering a few charms, he concludes that the best course of action is to prescribe a certain tonic, which he appoints to his apothecaries. While they are busily preparing said tonic, your doctor turns back and smiles. Reaching for the jar on his table, he happily explains that you will be bled in four places.
                As he pulls out four moist, undulating black monstrosities from his jar, your vision becomes hazy and you begin to sway.
                “This shouldn’t hurt too bad,” the man says as the leeches cut into your flesh, slowly sucking away your consciousness…
                You jolt awake, starting out of your chair and frightening everyone in the waiting room. As you look around, you notice with relief the blinking fluorescent lights, the smooth jazz playing softly in the background, and, most importantly, the nurse. Standing with her jaw slightly agape, she asks again for the next patient. Realizing it’s you, you shuffle sheepishly forward, trying to ignore the burning stares and your burning cheeks. Patting you slowly on the back, the young nurse gently leads you to the back of the room, where cotton balls, tongue depressors, and syringes sit in abundance, their shiny glass jars glinting like teeth in the light. You heave a sigh of relief as you realize, once and for all, that it was all merely a dream.

                “The doctor will see you now,” the nurse assures you with a smile, and as she leaves, you notice an astronomy chart on the wall.
There you have it! Hope it’s not too horrid…
-DQ#1

Locker trouble!!!


About a week after school started, I got my locker. It was #329; I was so happy, I finally had a locker….on the top row. If any of you know me personally, you will know I am a bit vertically challenged, so I was less than thrilled after that. Still, it was better than lugging a huge backpack from class to class. All I needed was a chair to reach the locker from the nearest class room and I was okay right? Uh, not that simple. My locker was hard to open, and I only had 10 minutes to get to class each day. So one day I was complaining about my ‘dumb locker’ before class and Ryan offered to trade me. So we traded, and I got the most perfect bottom row locker in the WORLD! 278, what a wonderful number. 🙂
So one day I go to my beautiful locker and realize…I forgot my combination. Ugh. Well, I go to the front desk and tell them I forgot my combination. What I also forgot was I had traded; so they gave me my old combination instead. Oops; no problem, just tell them I simply traded with Ryan and get my combination then! No, I wasn’t supposed to trade with Ryan in the first place, but since Mrs. Edmunds is sooo nice, she let me off the hook and didn’t tell the other front desk lady, who also is in charge of lockers and would GRILL ME IF I TOLD HER I TRADED LOCKERS WITHOUT TELLING HER FIRST! So after that was all taken care of, I was able to access my locker again. Hacuna Matata, right?
A couple of months later, after first period I walked over to 278 and had to wait because two people were already there. My locker neighbor and a girl above me. She accidently dropped her (heavy) book and it almost landed on my locker neighbor; we laughed and then I went to open my locker. And guess what? It’s jammed. AAAAAAAAHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I needed stuff from there! Oh NOOOOOOOOO! I couldn’t even move the freaking knob! But I had to go the next class. So after class was lunch, where I would most likely be able to get it open then. So off I went to the Front Desk where my solution (and possibly my impending doom, meaning punishment because of the whole switching thing) lay before me. Fortunately sweet, sweet, forgiving Mrs. Edmunds is there instead of the Other Lady where me and Ryan would undoubtedly get into major doo-doo. So what she suggests is that I get Ryan to ask Mrs. Other Lady to open my locker which is really his locker still, according to her. So I find him and ask him if he can help me in my horrific dillema, and he agrees to help me. Oh, and you have to know that my LUNCH is in my locker so by now I am STARVING TO DEATH. Poor me. *sniff* So Ryan goes to the front desk and asks if Other Lady can help him with his locker which is really mine, yadda yadda yadda. So I and my friend ‘casually’ sit close-ish to where my locker is, watching safely from there. So him and Other Lady show up and she works with it. And works with it. And works with it. Ugh, can she not tell that there is a positively starving girl close by? Can she NOT hear my stomach?! Sheesh. Finally, she gets it open, and hands him ‘his’ PINK BACKPACK, AND PINK LUNCHBOX. Whoops. I must have forgot about that certain detail. She gave him the weirdest look, like ‘Um, does this kid have a problem or what?’ But since he is so calm about the whole thing, he just said, “Oh, look, there’s my awesome pink backpack!” got my lunch out and walked away. Yes, of course he was blushing, but, hey, it worked! I owe him Big Time. Then after school, thinking that my locker is just fixed like magic, I go over to it to open it to get my homework, and all that stuff. But, hey would you look at that-it’s still jammed! Ha-ha, so funny. Dang it!!!!!!!! So I go over to Ryan and he can see by my sad puppy dog face that I need him to get assisticance. And yes, I just said assisticance. So he gets the janitor to help him. Me and my friend sit ‘casually’ close again. So the janitor asks him what the combo is, and we switched at the beginning of the year, so how the heck is he supposed to remember the combo? He finally remembers it and tells the janitor the combo. Poor Ryan, now Other Lady and the janitor think he’s weird. But, he got my locker fixed! So, in closing, may I just say:
PROPS TO RYAN!!!!!!!!!
Thank you! ☺☻☺

-DQ#1

Locker trouble!!!


About a week after school started, I got my locker. It was #329; I was so happy, I finally had a locker….on the top row. If any of you know me personally, you will know I am a bit vertically challenged, so I was less than thrilled after that. Still, it was better than lugging a huge backpack from class to class. All I needed was a chair to reach the locker from the nearest class room and I was okay right? Uh, not that simple. My locker was hard to open, and I only had 10 minutes to get to class each day. So one day I was complaining about my ‘dumb locker’ before class and Ryan offered to trade me. So we traded, and I got the most perfect bottom row locker in the WORLD! 278, what a wonderful number. 🙂
So one day I go to my beautiful locker and realize…I forgot my combination. Ugh. Well, I go to the front desk and tell them I forgot my combination. What I also forgot was I had traded; so they gave me my old combination instead. Oops; no problem, just tell them I simply traded with Ryan and get my combination then! No, I wasn’t supposed to trade with Ryan in the first place, but since Mrs. Edmunds is sooo nice, she let me off the hook and didn’t tell the other front desk lady, who also is in charge of lockers and would GRILL ME IF I TOLD HER I TRADED LOCKERS WITHOUT TELLING HER FIRST! So after that was all taken care of, I was able to access my locker again. Hacuna Matata, right?
A couple of months later, after first period I walked over to 278 and had to wait because two people were already there. My locker neighbor and a girl above me. She accidently dropped her (heavy) book and it almost landed on my locker neighbor; we laughed and then I went to open my locker. And guess what? It’s jammed. AAAAAAAAHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I needed stuff from there! Oh NOOOOOOOOO! I couldn’t even move the freaking knob! But I had to go the next class. So after class was lunch, where I would most likely be able to get it open then. So off I went to the Front Desk where my solution (and possibly my impending doom, meaning punishment because of the whole switching thing) lay before me. Fortunately sweet, sweet, forgiving Mrs. Edmunds is there instead of the Other Lady where me and Ryan would undoubtedly get into major doo-doo. So what she suggests is that I get Ryan to ask Mrs. Other Lady to open my locker which is really his locker still, according to her. So I find him and ask him if he can help me in my horrific dillema, and he agrees to help me. Oh, and you have to know that my LUNCH is in my locker so by now I am STARVING TO DEATH. Poor me. *sniff* So Ryan goes to the front desk and asks if Other Lady can help him with his locker which is really mine, yadda yadda yadda. So I and my friend ‘casually’ sit close-ish to where my locker is, watching safely from there. So him and Other Lady show up and she works with it. And works with it. And works with it. Ugh, can she not tell that there is a positively starving girl close by? Can she NOT hear my stomach?! Sheesh. Finally, she gets it open, and hands him ‘his’ PINK BACKPACK, AND PINK LUNCHBOX. Whoops. I must have forgot about that certain detail. She gave him the weirdest look, like ‘Um, does this kid have a problem or what?’ But since he is so calm about the whole thing, he just said, “Oh, look, there’s my awesome pink backpack!” got my lunch out and walked away. Yes, of course he was blushing, but, hey, it worked! I owe him Big Time. Then after school, thinking that my locker is just fixed like magic, I go over to it to open it to get my homework, and all that stuff. But, hey would you look at that-it’s still jammed! Ha-ha, so funny. Dang it!!!!!!!! So I go over to Ryan and he can see by my sad puppy dog face that I need him to get assisticance. And yes, I just said assisticance. So he gets the janitor to help him. Me and my friend sit ‘casually’ close again. So the janitor asks him what the combo is, and we switched at the beginning of the year, so how the heck is he supposed to remember the combo? He finally remembers it and tells the janitor the combo. Poor Ryan, now Other Lady and the janitor think he’s weird. But, he got my locker fixed! So, in closing, may I just say:
PROPS TO RYAN!!!!!!!!!
Thank you! ☺☻☺

-DQ#1

Locker trouble!!!


About a week after school started, I got my locker. It was #329; I was so happy, I finally had a locker….on the top row. If any of you know me personally, you will know I am a bit vertically challenged, so I was less than thrilled after that. Still, it was better than lugging a huge backpack from class to class. All I needed was a chair to reach the locker from the nearest class room and I was okay right? Uh, not that simple. My locker was hard to open, and I only had 10 minutes to get to class each day. So one day I was complaining about my ‘dumb locker’ before class and Ryan offered to trade me. So we traded, and I got the most perfect bottom row locker in the WORLD! 278, what a wonderful number. 🙂
So one day I go to my beautiful locker and realize…I forgot my combination. Ugh. Well, I go to the front desk and tell them I forgot my combination. What I also forgot was I had traded; so they gave me my old combination instead. Oops; no problem, just tell them I simply traded with Ryan and get my combination then! No, I wasn’t supposed to trade with Ryan in the first place, but since Mrs. Edmunds is sooo nice, she let me off the hook and didn’t tell the other front desk lady, who also is in charge of lockers and would GRILL ME IF I TOLD HER I TRADED LOCKERS WITHOUT TELLING HER FIRST! So after that was all taken care of, I was able to access my locker again. Hacuna Matata, right?
A couple of months later, after first period I walked over to 278 and had to wait because two people were already there. My locker neighbor and a girl above me. She accidently dropped her (heavy) book and it almost landed on my locker neighbor; we laughed and then I went to open my locker. And guess what? It’s jammed. AAAAAAAAHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I needed stuff from there! Oh NOOOOOOOOO! I couldn’t even move the freaking knob! But I had to go the next class. So after class was lunch, where I would most likely be able to get it open then. So off I went to the Front Desk where my solution (and possibly my impending doom, meaning punishment because of the whole switching thing) lay before me. Fortunately sweet, sweet, forgiving Mrs. Edmunds is there instead of the Other Lady where me and Ryan would undoubtedly get into major doo-doo. So what she suggests is that I get Ryan to ask Mrs. Other Lady to open my locker which is really his locker still, according to her. So I find him and ask him if he can help me in my horrific dillema, and he agrees to help me. Oh, and you have to know that my LUNCH is in my locker so by now I am STARVING TO DEATH. Poor me. *sniff* So Ryan goes to the front desk and asks if Other Lady can help him with his locker which is really mine, yadda yadda yadda. So I and my friend ‘casually’ sit close-ish to where my locker is, watching safely from there. So him and Other Lady show up and she works with it. And works with it. And works with it. Ugh, can she not tell that there is a positively starving girl close by? Can she NOT hear my stomach?! Sheesh. Finally, she gets it open, and hands him ‘his’ PINK BACKPACK, AND PINK LUNCHBOX. Whoops. I must have forgot about that certain detail. She gave him the weirdest look, like ‘Um, does this kid have a problem or what?’ But since he is so calm about the whole thing, he just said, “Oh, look, there’s my awesome pink backpack!” got my lunch out and walked away. Yes, of course he was blushing, but, hey, it worked! I owe him Big Time. Then after school, thinking that my locker is just fixed like magic, I go over to it to open it to get my homework, and all that stuff. But, hey would you look at that-it’s still jammed! Ha-ha, so funny. Dang it!!!!!!!! So I go over to Ryan and he can see by my sad puppy dog face that I need him to get assisticance. And yes, I just said assisticance. So he gets the janitor to help him. Me and my friend sit ‘casually’ close again. So the janitor asks him what the combo is, and we switched at the beginning of the year, so how the heck is he supposed to remember the combo? He finally remembers it and tells the janitor the combo. Poor Ryan, now Other Lady and the janitor think he’s weird. But, he got my locker fixed! So, in closing, may I just say:
PROPS TO RYAN!!!!!!!!!
Thank you! ☺☻☺

-DQ#1