At New Year's I realized that my last post was about Halloween and thought, "I should probably post." But did I post? Clearly not.
I could say things have been crazy. Sometimes they have been. December was...well December. It was Christmas. I basically focused on Christmas, what can I say? In January I had a couple dances that were fun. Well, the New Year's Eve dance was pretty sad. Not very many people, the really awkward songs that aren't really fast songs, but aren't really slow songs. There was a thing they called a Multi-Stake Youth Activity which was basically an EFY Express. There were a couple speakers, an In-N-Out truck and a dance. I was super excited about the In-N-Out truck, but it was outside when it was freezing (probably 40s or 50s) and there was a line of a hundred kids or more. They had us go in a certain order and I felt so bad for the priests because they had to go very last. The whole thing kind of ruined my burger. The dance was super fun, much better than the one before. Many more of us and much better music.
So, for school now I do this Classical Conversations thing. We call it C.C. It's a Christian homeschool group that meets once a week from 8:30 to about 3. We do Math, Logic (Symbolic Logic, to be specific), English (we're reading and writing short stories), Latin (I don't really do it. I don't know it!), and Science (right now we're reading a book called Defeating Darwinism). I love it. Everyone is divided into levels and we are together with the same teacher all day. The kids are awesome. I felt welcome and loved from the first day. There are only five other kids (three girls and two boys) in my class and they are all super sweet. The school work is working out pretty well. They started over with everything for the new semester, except Latin, of course, which is where I struggle. I can't do anything. We finally decided to get me a Latin for Dummies book when I got sick.
I got chickenpox. Yep, chickenpox. It was awful, to say the least. Mom had a flashback to when I would have gotten the shot for it. It wasn't required and my dad wasn't a P.A. so he didn't have strong feelings about it, yet. So, I didn't get it. What we can't figure out is how we went all these years thinking I'd gotten it. Through elementary school and lots of shots and checkups since then. Oh well.
Mom says that if she wasn't sure about immunizations before, she is now. I can't even describe it. I first got sick with a headache and a few blisters last Saturday, but I didn't make the connection with the blisters. I didn't get any sleep that night so I stayed home from church and was totally sick with a fever by the time they got home. We didn't figure out it was chickenpox until Monday. But there was not doubt. I was so achy from the fever I couldn't move. My head hurt so bad I couldn't open my eyes. I had blisters all over my back, chest, stomach, face, neck and eventually my legs, too. After a couple days my fever was gone and my main problem was the rash. It hurt, itched and was even in my throat. I could hardly eat anything and it had to be cold. I had two priesthood blessings total. One, when I was barely moving, and one in the middle of the night when I couldn't sleep because of the rash. I didn't think I was going to make it. I honestly could not believe that I could ever get better and was afraid I was going to be like that the rest of my life. I basically just watched TV all day for days and wouldn't let myself think because if I left time to think I either wanted to cry to scratch my skin off. Plus, I felt like I was missing a lot of things. I missed a Scripture Mastery Fair, where a bunch of seminary classes played scripture mastery games. And there was a C.C. dance that I was super excited about. It was two nights. The first night they taught us some dance moves (which ended up being the side to side slow dance step we always do at Stake dances and a few more simple steps). The second night was a three hour dance where we had to dress up and switch partners all night. There were going to be pictures and the parents were invited for the last half hour. I missed the second night. So, I was pretty depressed this past week. If I wanted to, I could write a really moving story about it all, but I'm just not in the mood. Now, I'm basically better. My legs hurt if I do too much and I get tired easily. Mainly, I'm just covered head to toe in scabs. I told my dad that I was not going to C.C. today (I guess they don't take Presidents day off) because of it, even if I was worried about catching up. Luckily, my class was cancelled because the teacher was feeling good. I told my dad and he said, "This happened after I prayed that you'd be able to go to school. Prayers are answered in mysterious ways." I guess so. He prayed that I'd be able to go to school and instead it was cancelled so I didn't have to go. :)
I'm excited to get on with my life. Hopefully I'll go to seminary in a few days.
I got chickenpox. Yep, chickenpox. It was awful, to say the least. Mom had a flashback to when I would have gotten the shot for it. It wasn't required and my dad wasn't a P.A. so he didn't have strong feelings about it, yet. So, I didn't get it. What we can't figure out is how we went all these years thinking I'd gotten it. Through elementary school and lots of shots and checkups since then. Oh well.
Mom says that if she wasn't sure about immunizations before, she is now. I can't even describe it. I first got sick with a headache and a few blisters last Saturday, but I didn't make the connection with the blisters. I didn't get any sleep that night so I stayed home from church and was totally sick with a fever by the time they got home. We didn't figure out it was chickenpox until Monday. But there was not doubt. I was so achy from the fever I couldn't move. My head hurt so bad I couldn't open my eyes. I had blisters all over my back, chest, stomach, face, neck and eventually my legs, too. After a couple days my fever was gone and my main problem was the rash. It hurt, itched and was even in my throat. I could hardly eat anything and it had to be cold. I had two priesthood blessings total. One, when I was barely moving, and one in the middle of the night when I couldn't sleep because of the rash. I didn't think I was going to make it. I honestly could not believe that I could ever get better and was afraid I was going to be like that the rest of my life. I basically just watched TV all day for days and wouldn't let myself think because if I left time to think I either wanted to cry to scratch my skin off. Plus, I felt like I was missing a lot of things. I missed a Scripture Mastery Fair, where a bunch of seminary classes played scripture mastery games. And there was a C.C. dance that I was super excited about. It was two nights. The first night they taught us some dance moves (which ended up being the side to side slow dance step we always do at Stake dances and a few more simple steps). The second night was a three hour dance where we had to dress up and switch partners all night. There were going to be pictures and the parents were invited for the last half hour. I missed the second night. So, I was pretty depressed this past week. If I wanted to, I could write a really moving story about it all, but I'm just not in the mood. Now, I'm basically better. My legs hurt if I do too much and I get tired easily. Mainly, I'm just covered head to toe in scabs. I told my dad that I was not going to C.C. today (I guess they don't take Presidents day off) because of it, even if I was worried about catching up. Luckily, my class was cancelled because the teacher was feeling good. I told my dad and he said, "This happened after I prayed that you'd be able to go to school. Prayers are answered in mysterious ways." I guess so. He prayed that I'd be able to go to school and instead it was cancelled so I didn't have to go. :)
I'm excited to get on with my life. Hopefully I'll go to seminary in a few days.
