What a day…

My CIT weeks were due on Tuesday. I was very determined to get it in on time. My mother said, “Why don’t we just wait until tomorrow? We can talk about it then.”

I said, ” No, Mom, I have to turn it in today.”

Makario and I drove all the way downtown to the post office. The line was terrible long (taxes were due on this day, Tuesday, April 15), people were complaining and cursing under there breath, and I was afraid of being a penny short. At last, it is my turn in line. I put in my forty one cents (did you know the price is going to rise again in May?) and waited for my stamp. I had already addressed the envelope to camp. I dropped it into the box and breathed a sigh of relief. I had made it and on time at that. Huzzah for me! I am amazing.

The next day…..

“Charita, Charita, you got mail!”

I am always excited to receive mail. For some reason, perhaps the tone of Timia’s voice, I was ecstatic. I looked at the envelope.

*Gasp*

I had mailed the weeks that I wished to work to myself! I was so determined and then it comes back to me the next day. What a waste of forty-one cents.

Farewell Josiah

Goodbye, my love, I shall miss you.

Josiah, you have been an excellent friend and I will miss you. Our ups and downs were great, but it is now time for us to part. My first and only boyfriend–I will never regret the time we spent together . Our long talks and walks in the park, going to Baskin Robbins, eating at fast food restaurants, these things will be trapped in my memory. I am mourning your leaving but I know it is for the best.

I am sorry for the way my friends treated you, as though you were not real. Indeed, you were very real to me. I would like to apologize for Abby stepping on your foot. I know that it must have hurt but you bore the pain silently, as you do most things.

Your silence and strength has helped me through much. Though we will never be together again, I will always remember you.

I love you, Josiah and I always will.

Do not forget me, I certainly will not forget you.

Charita Lewis

P.S. Thank you for all of the flowers you sent me.

My brother has dysentery!

“I’m not going to be at school today. If anyone asks where I am tell them I have dysentery,” my brother said to me.

“Okay. What is that?” I asked him.

“Dysentery is probably what happened to Jerry.”

All of a sudden what my brother has told me to do makes me laugh.

I enter the door of my second hour class.

“Hello, Charita. Is your brother on that photo club field trip?”

“Yes, sir, he is.”

I forgot the word dysentery and had to ask a friend if he knew.

“Prayer requests?” my teacher asked.

“Makario has liquidy poop,” said Christian.

*Gasp*

A long round of “Eww….” followed.

The teacher believed Christian, Even though I told him the whereabouts of Makario.

Rumors were definitely spread today.