So, I got to thinking today about how fast time has gone. I never realized how fast four years could go by until I looked back and realized I am about to graduate high school and leave home. It doesn't seem possible. I can still vividly remember walking through the red double doors for my first day of high school wearing a gray, Under Armour shirt with jean capris and black flip flops. I had short hair then too. The difference was I wasn't scared like most kids on their first day of high school. I go to a small school where everybody knows everybody. So small, the student body is about 130 kids. I wasn't afraid of the big, bad seniors because I was bigger than most of them. I walked in my first day of school standing at 5 foot 8 weighing about 160 pounds. By no means was I a baby freshman; I was bigger than most of the seniors. Freshman year had to be one of the best years of high school. I had 9th hour P.E. with all the senior boys and it was AHHH-MAZZZING! Not only as a freshman was my P.E. filled with cute boys, but it was competitive. I love competition and it seemed that was all P.E. was...one big competition. We played anything from dodgeball to soccer to football. I'm an athlete by nature and those senior boys did not like it. I could keep up with them and put up a fight in anything we played, especially dodgeball. It's my favorite, what can I say? I chose a target switching to a different senior boy every game and let me tell you, they got out. I usually picked on Josh because well, why not? It was funny to see him mad because I could hit him 9 times out of 10. Plus, my friends Sydney, Liz and I were beast at soccer. We had played when we were little and had a one-up on everyone in the class. I could be hallucinating, but I'm pretty sure we were first pick every time. Syd is a great mid-fielder, Liz a defender, and me a goalie. I hated playing it, but ended up in front of the net every time. I learned how to catch a football that year. Three or four of the boys played high school football and learned pretty quick that was one sport I sucked at. I just don't have good hand-eye coordination. Those boys took the time and taught me though. I can still catch pretty well, too! I wouldn't have survived that segment of P.E. without their help. Freshman year wasn't too eventful other than that. Schoolwork wasn't bad and neither were the teachers. Our softball team won another regional championship, nothing new. We lost the sectional championship, though. Funny story, I went to that game with my hand wrapped and taped because I had dropped the iron on it like 2 days beforehand ironing a pair of shorts. I'd recommend not doing that. Freshman year is where I got the title for my blog. I used to be a quiet, shy kid who let people walk all over me. My freshman year gone went that girl replaced by one who didn't handle people's bull and told them what I thought. I can proudly say that girl hasn't gone anywhere.
God Bless,
Kaelyn
John 3:16, Philippians 4:13
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