the impossible

on december 23, my best friend's dad was cleaning snow off their roof when he lost his footing and fell onto their concrete sidewalk. he was rushed to mayo hospital, where he was almost immediately brought into surgery. the doctors had little hope that he would survive the next 7 hours of operation. he had 7 broken ribs, a stretched spinal cord, and a shattered vertebrae. he has 22 stitches in the back of his head, and 2 titanium rods were placed in his spine. he's paralyzed from the waist down. but he's alive.

my best friend has been the strongest girl for the past few weeks. she never gives up on her dad, and she's hopeful that he'll be able to get up out of that wheelchair someday.

there's no such thing as hopeless,
if you believe...

unsinkable ships; sink.

unbreakable walls; break.

sometimes the things you think will never happen

happen just like that.

unbendable steel bends.

if the fury of the wind is unstoppable.

i've learned to never underestimate

the impossible.

-joe nichols.

where can i find some work ethic? ...sorry, we're sold out.

my choir class really made me mad today. our director is out of town, so naturally, we have a sub. but it's not like it's just any sub. mrs. heaney puts enough planning into her life that she is able to get us a musically inclined substitute teacher nearly every time she's gone, which should mean that we actually get something done in choir on those days. i can totally understand her giving us a worksheet or something when we don't have a sub who can do the choir-y stuff, but when we have a sub who can play piano and is experienced in directing a choir, one would think that there shouldn't be a huge change in what we do in class, besides that we have a different teacher. its no big deal.

but the choir as a whole gets absolutely nothing done when we have a sub. and that makes me mad. yeah, mr. tavis isn't mrs. heaney, but he knows enough about what we're doing that he can teach us. but no one will do anything. we sing like we're 8 years old. we slouch. everyone reverts back to the melody. we're half the volume and tone that we are when mrs heaney is here. that just shouldn't happen. some people say they don't do anything because they don't like the way mr. tavis teaches, but i don't see how that's anything near an acceptable excuse. its 40 minutes. deal with it. and i'm sure that he'd be a "better teacher" if people would listen. i wouldn't even try if i was in his situation. someone told me today that she couldn't sing because we didn't warm up. she never even opened her mouth and tried (well, actually, she did open her mouth, to talk to the girl behind her).

the lack of work ethic makes me want to slap these people. i do my best in these conditions to sing and at least try, but i usually end up being stared and laughed at because i'm the only one making any recognizable sound.

we all have that boy;

the boy we pretend we aren’t looking for as we make our way to class, the boy we lie about and claim not to care about anymore. he’s the one we dress up for, even if we only hope to run into him, the we think about during all the love songs. the one we dream about and wake up disappointed that it wasn’t real. the one we try and fail to forget about and the one who never leaves our mind, even when we’ve got a million other things to think about.

he’s not the one, but he’s the one who’ll always have a place in our hearts.