|Sledding with Jimmy and his friend at a local park|
|our HUGE snowbank|
|Beautiful View from the back yard, taken when the temperature was -20 degrees F.|
In addition to all of the recent snow I also have another experience to share. I recently tried to ask my friend Gavin to the Sweethearts Ball. I put together a flash mob dance that took a good bit of time but unfortunately, he told me no. Sadly I think he has heard the nasty rumors circulating the school because of another friend that went raging out on me.
The whole situation is sad and unfortunate. I don't think any of us meant for the group I shared so much with to shatter. Over time all of the guys I hung out with have faded from my life. Now I am on a quest to find a new place of belonging after being pushed out of the place I was so sure I belonged. Making friends isn't easy for me when I struggle to connect with kids who do more normal things with their lives but fortunately, my choir buddies have welcomed me into their table.
The term welcomed into the table is our school's term for being welcomed into a group of friends referring to the invitation to join them for a lunchtime conversation. I used to be the one to invite others to my table but now its a bit ironic to be the one welcomed to another's table. One day at a time I believe Heavenly Father is still watching over me, maybe his plan is that I have a purpose to fulfill at the round table than at the table of the outcasts. Most groups or tables have a name they are known by, the choir table happens to be named by them after the round table of the knights. The table of outcasts was actually named by a jerk who called us the outcasts but the name stuck.
So, because Gavin obviously doesn't want to go to the dance I asked Ari instead. I met Ari in early morning seminary, he is the age of a junior in high school but a sophomore in college. Crazy smart right? I am so excited to go with him I can hardly wait, I just hope I can convince a lady of the round table to double with us.