The Worst Friday and the Getting Better Weekend

Hannah Crosier


May 24,2011


Ms. Gurian


English 11


Period 2




The Worst Friday and the Getting Better Weekend

Have you ever felt like punching something because you had a day so nightmarish that you want you to die? I have! For what I'm about to say is depressing to read.

The day was a Friday in November. I wanted to stay home and be there for my dog, Max. But my parents insisted that I should go to school. My dad dropped me off in front of the school and said, "Make good choices." Then his car took off.

Okay, just one negative issue that has happened? Big deal! What else could go wrong? Oh yeah! Everyone had to go to the an assembly. Unless you had a good excuse why you can't watch the assembly, then you had to stay in the main office. Because of what was happening right now, I wanted stay in the office. My friend, however, insisted I should go. Of coarse, I changed my mind and went to the stupid assembly.

Normally, when upperclassmen shouted, " Go home Freshmen," I would've been offended, but I had my dog and getting this stupid required assembly over with. I can't remember much, but I believed I cried throughout the assembly. I even tried to cheer up for the guest speaker. Unfortunately, that made it worse because she talked about a loved one that she lost in a car accident.

After the assembly, everyone went outside to see the smashed car, which it looked like it was hit over a hundred times with wedged hammer.

After school, I walked home. I had to get ready for my Confirmation retreat at Santa Maria. It was required for high school students to go if they want to become adults in the Catholic church. The students would have to do religious activities such as picking a saint name in order to be confirmed.

At last, I arrived at home. I'll never ever forget what I had asked my mom, who was in the living room reading the newspaper, "Mom, where is Max?"

She looked up from the newspaper and replied, " Max died."

She and dad comfort me about the loss of my my childhood friend.

An hour later mom dropped me of at the church's youth group center. Before she left, mom told Karen, the person who was in charged of this trip, about my loss, for she was sorry. Every one else who heard what happened was, too, but they didn't didn't to be sorry.

After playing games, the bus came to get us. And we gathered our stuff and went on the bus. We watched The Princess Bride to and from Santa Maria.

After what seemed like hours riding on the bus, we arrived at Santa Maria. We put our stuff at our assigned cabins and went to the place where were supposed to meet. Then, we went to bed.

Saturday, we did various activities, had meetings and ate together all day. Then after our final meeting that night, we went to bed.

Sunday, we packed up and had one final meeting and went to the bus with our stuff.

We arrived back to the familiar Arvada church and went home.

My parents and I talked to each other on the way home.