Sunday, September 26, 2010

Purple Pants meets Romance

Guess where my grade and I were last week for a 4-day stay? Guess?
Washington DC!!

The best part was that we were there over my birthday, last Wednesday. But I'll tell you guys all about my adventures in my last post. This post is about the first romantic occurrence that EVER happened in the So Far History of Jen.

I didn't ask him yet if I could write the whole story of what happened for you guys but I'm going to write my favorite, movie-like part.

It was Tuesday night. About a quarter of my grade was there. We were gossiping and joking around under a clear full moon, totally disrespecting the stunning WWII memorial. I was with my girlfriends, taking pictures and laughing.

Then our excited group left the memorial and headed in the direction of the Lincoln Memorial, walking side-to-side with the glittering Reflecting Pool. The boy who this story is about approached me and asked to talk to me. So we talked n' walked.

He said a lot of nice things to me, which I would love to tell you guys about but I have to ask for his permission first, since he does read this blog, as I've heard-it-through-the-grapevine. But this is the best part:
"Well I'm really really flattered, [his name here], really you don't know how good that makes me feel. Boys don't have crushes on me often," I said.
"Whaaaaat?" he said, appalled (yes he was appalled!! Here comes the best part!!) "Why wouldn't boys like you? You're awesome!!!" Here it comes!! "You're smart, funny, beautiful..."

YES!!! Bam!!!! A boy I'm not related to called me beautiful!!!!!

I told Jos what happened by the Korean War Memorial, hardly paying attention to the beautiful memorial because I was so excited and emotional. Jos was amazed that an eighth grade boy was capable of saying things so amazingly kind and sweet like that. But I wasn't because [his name here] is an amazingly kind and sweet boy!!

Maybe I'm making a big deal out of nothing. But that was the first time something in that genre happened to me and I'm never going to forget it. But writing this all out makes me second-think telling him that I just want to be friends. I feel bad that I said that but what was I supposed to say? A girl needs time to think.

The moral of the story is don't think that nobody likes you. That's what I thought and I was wrong!!!

BTW my cousin and I started a blog!!! Check it out!!

Monday, September 20, 2010

A story about sports. And about us. And about how I got abs.

Once upon a time there were four girls who sucked at soccer. Not only that, but they were REQUIRED to play soccer, because at the school they attended students are REQUIRED to participate in a sport every season, to learn life skills or whatever, our heroines didn't really know. The names of the girls were Marg, Dani, APG and Jen.

In seventh grade our clueless, innocent heroines choose soccer as their fall sport. Their only other choice was field hockey, which our heroies' mothers would not permit because it's "dangerous." So our heroines chose soccer. Worst choice of their lives.

They were the benchwarmers. They cheered on the other, better players. They were put into another category they were so bad. And then like SNAP they just had enough of it. This year our heroines did not want to go through that torture, humiliation, and self-pity again. This year, they took sports into their own hands.

There was a legend. A myth, real to the kids who believed in it. Two words, our heroines were told, the legend was two words. And those two magical words were GENERAL EXERCISE.

General exercise was a program where nonathletic kids could thrive without being teased because they were so nonathletic, which, for the record, as our heroine Jen wants us to know, has to do with genetics and genetics only. Kids could work out and get abs and be themselves. They could be winners. They. Could. Be. Strong.

So that summer Jen and Marg campaigned for GE. They [unsuccessfully] called their friends and begged asked them to join the movement for fall GE. But they didn't know what to expect on the first day of school.

That first, glorious, monumental day of eighth grade defied gravity. It defied the lives, the balance, the ORDER of the very BEING of middle school. That day, Fall GE came into form.

The GE group started out small. It was only Jen, Marg, Dani, an awesome new girl named Ty Ty (pronounced TeeTee), another boy named Justice, another awesome boy Adam, another awesome girl who shall go by here as J., another awesome boy whose name begins with an I, and a seventh grader who is also awesome (APG couldn't do GE this season because she wanted to do it in the winter instead). So much awesome. But it was magical, those first few days for our heroes and heroines. They were like new born chicks, blinking in the sunlight, muffled in their mother's feathers. Soon they got a coach who trained them hard, who trained them well, who trained them to be strong.

After hearing the rumors about how amazing GE was, the other kids in the middle school, the "athletic" kids joined the small bumbling group. The group evolved into a legitimate alternative choice for kids pressured to excel in prestigious soccer, field hockey and football. Teams lost their member. However, the football team was hit the hardest. It lost half their players to GE, players who realized football was DANGEROUS and that the Friday-Night-Lights dream they all had wasn't real and wasn't in sight. Coaches got ANGRY at Jen for "stealing their players". It was a beautiful thing. It was a revolution.

My school (yes, that girl Jen in the story is me, how did you know?) should take this as a message (hint, hint) that kids don't want to play soccer, field hockey, and football. They don't want to get hurt (emotionally) because they're bad at a sport they never played before. And for the record, they want to play sports like cross country, volleyball, fencing, rowing, etc.

Monday, September 13, 2010


Well blog world I am back for the time being. School is actually pretty awesome (humongous smiley face!) but I'm extremely busy, not with schoolwork but with high school applications. Yep. How sad it that.

You probably don't know this blogworld but my little brother Frankie's birthday was last Saturday, aka 9/11. He's in sixth grade now, and in sixth grade at our school, there's a big lesson about 9/11 and how we remember it.

I think this was the first year it dawned on Frankie the horrors of 9/11. So on Friday he was all depressed that it was his birthday and then....


Remember in the Sunday Styles not last week but the week before? The main article was about 9/11 babies. So BAM Frankie reads it. Thus his new motto is "I won't let the terrorists take over my birthday!!"

So just like for me, sixth grade will be a big year in Frankie's life. It was big for me because I became best friends with Jos and Dani, I got more confidence, and two eyebrows instead of one.

Something dawned on me too last week (BEWARE: THIS CONTENT IS HIGH IN CHEESE). It's that I truly, really, absolutely-posiootly have the best friends in the world. Jos, Dani and Marg: You guys rock. I can't express my love for you guys enough!! So I have one thing to say: you guys can expect exciting birthdays!!

I have a lot more to say, but it will have to take up more posts. I'm back for good now, blogworld. I think I am going to rename this blog. Any suggestions?