Worst Winter Ever.

My junior year of high school was probably the worst year yet. Things were going good for a while until snow started to fall. It was all downhill from there. In exactly one season I had massive car issues, almost didn’t get a date to prom, and wanted to drop out of school to work at Costco. I remember it like it was yesterday, I was on my way home from Kristyns house after losing for the first time in Monopoly and it was super dark and the roads were really icy. I got to my turnoff and I was going about 5 miles per hour, and I hit a patch of ice and I slid right into the guardrail. I broke a light on my car and to make it worse Chace Walker saw the whole thing.

A few months later a few friends and I were going to go prom dress shopping. I was leaving Brooke’s house to go home and get ready, and everything was going just great, we were right on schedule. I leave my house and head to town and all of the sudden my check engine light comes on and my car starts shaking. I call my dad and he tells me to come home so I do and he looks at my car and says “Your car is out of oil”. We then argued about the light that is supposed to come on when you need to check your oil and how my car doesn’t have one. I didn’t know I was supposed to check my oil every month or so. No one told me that. I later convinced my dad to let me take his truck to Billings and he caved, but while in Billings someone hit his truck and I had no idea. He called me the next day and said when he got to Bozeman his tail light was out, like literally hanging out of the truck.

Around the same time I was asked to prom, and I said no. I have said no to people before and someone else still asked me, but that year’s prom was sketch. I almost didn’t go. I had a dress ordered and everything. I was fully prepared to send it back the day after I got it. I’m pretty sure that my friends had to force the guy who asked me to ask me. Then he kept giving me these rules I had to follow or else he wouldn’t go with me. The rules consisted of no talking, let him do whatever he wants, he makes all the decisions, and I couldn’t really be there at all. It was so stressful!

Not only was I dealing with extreme car troubles and an almost non-existent prom, I was also dealing with school work. The two worst classes I have ever taken are Frontier Literature and A.P. Statistics. The problem about Frontier Lit. was that I didn’t care about stupid cowboys or Indians. And for some reason that’s all the class was about. Ms. Nathe said she would try to get us out of the class room once every week. We went on a field trip one time. The only good thing that came from that class was crazy bean. Stats. was a fun class, basically because all we talked about was birth control. But there were bad parts to it also. For instance, on one of the probability quizzes I got an 18 percent without the curve, but with the curve I got a 36 percent. That did not treat my grade well. The A.P. test rolled around and it turns out the whole thing was probability! I had no idea what I was doing at all on the test. I didn’t even test out either. I spent the whole year learning statistics and I didn’t even pass the stupid test.

After all of these events happened I was ready to drop out of school and work at Costco. My dad worked at Costco once and from what I heard they had great benefits. I went home and told my mom about my genius plan to work at Costco and she told me that they probably wouldn’t hire a high school drop-out. Right then and there she crushed my hopes and dreams. Now I need a back-up plan for my back-up plan.   

Halloween Horros

     I hate Halloween. This specific holiday is probably my second least favorite, after Valentines Day of course for obvious reasons. Sometimes I think that people purposely try to scare me because they know I will freak out. Every single Halloween has been somewhat disappointing or extremely frightful. I have tons of Halloween horror stories but just one that really takes the cake.
     I remember this occasion like it was yesterday. I was in the eighth grade and we had no plans for night activities. I figured we would go trick-or-treating or steal candy from little kids. Instead the group decides to watch scary movies at Rubys house. I despise scary movies, they actually make me physically sick, and I start shaking. But, I refused to go spend Halloween alone at home with my parents. I didn’t want to feel like a loser.
     We arrive at Rubys and just hang out in her kitchen eating candy and drinking pop and choosing movies. I obviously would much rather watch a happy movie than a scary movie, so I suggest a movie and they shut me down saying, “It’s Halloween! We have to watch a scary movie!” After they yelled at me I stopped talking, it was clear that my opinion did not matter in this situation.

     Eventually they agree on one of the Saw movies. I was TERRIFIED! For some reason I see these serial killer movies and then just automatically assume that it is going to happen to me. I was actually sitting in her living room facing the opposite wall of the television playing games on my cell phone. I can still hear the screams and picture the scenes of people being brutally tortured in my mind.

     Rubys sister, Rachel, decided to play a cruel joke on us. She just so happened to have a Saw mask, so she put it on and slammed on the window. I’m pretty sure we all screamed. It was not a funny joke.

     Awhile later, Lindi, Kristyn, and I leave to go to one of their older friends houses. As we are walking along I kept looking behind me, terrified that some crazy guy on a tricycle was going to abduct me and make me play a horrible game until I die. They then get the bright idea to go to the scary house in town for some candy. These people go all out. I mean there are dummies hanging in the trees, fog machines, weird noises, and screams of innocent children along with people who look like dummies, but are actually real. I decide to stay behind because after hearing parts of Saw I was too scared. I wait by the house owner’s car on the sidewalk and Lindi and Kristyn walk up and we start talking. All of the sudden a chain saw starts. I turn around and there is a guy with a mask and a chainsaw directly behind me.

      We all scream bloody murder and book it to our next destination. About a block later we start walking, we are laughing thinking “Wow that was scary.” Next thing we know the chainsaw starts again and the guy starts chasing us! We scream AGAIN and run all the way to the house we were going to.

       Once we arrived at their friend’s house we told them the story. They laughed at us. It is pretty safe to say that was the worst Halloween of my life. Now every time someone wants to watch a scary movie I go into another room, even if it is in my own house. Sometimes it can be pretty awkward. Halloweens like this are the exact reason why I hate this holiday.