Excuse My Absence - I Have a Worthy Explanation!

I'm sorry.

I'll flat-out start like that - I'm sorry; because I truly am. No, I did not forget about my ever-thriving blog. Well at first that was what DID happen but then afterward things started to interfere with my blogging time. Here, how about I explain from the beginning.

I haven't posted anything in roughly four weeks not only because I forgot but that things have happened recently... and they're not necessarily good things either.

School has been abnormally hectic and they're constantly keeping us busy with homework, school work, tests, and projects. I didn't know that eighth grade would be this crappy and let me be honest with you; I'm hating eighth grade with the sheer compassion of my heart and soul. It's not as fun as seventh grade was; and people said that SEVENTH grade was boring and hectic... Psh! I don't know what idiot said that because in my case that's not even true. Okay, I started out the year a bit shaky but I got things in order... but something... happened?

About two weeks ago, it was the weekend and I was hanging out with one of my friends, Alex and I just decided to check my grades on this website where they are posted. You know, just out of randomness to see how I'm holding out in school... and I look at my grades. Spanish, eh a bit shaky but there's a test coming up and I think I can raise that. I read farther and nearly have a heart-attack when I reach the bottom. I'm failing English. ENGLISH! I repeat, ENGLISH! All my sense of time and reality ground to a halt and that number bore holes into my skull: 67
Here you can't pass with anything under a 70 and so, I was failing!! I thought, This can't be happening. Anything but THIS!! I have a lot to loose if I fail. I'm in National Junior Honours Society and I can't loose my spot in there because I somehow let my grade slip.
I frantically check all of the individual grades on the website under English and I see these grades: 80, 90, 100, 100 and 13. Remembering a couple class periods ago where I had epically failed at thinking of about thirty questions for fifteen presentations, I began to wonder. Okay, I made a 13 on this assignment but my other grades beat this one out by like 50%, what is going on here?! I never figured it out but my parents would absolutely murder me; and I was sure of that.
Evidently, Progress Reports came out the following Tuesday and all the rest of the weekend and on Monday, I was literally being eaten alive by that failing grade. I didn't tell my parents because I need a strategic approach to present my failing grade. I got my Progress Report and I was failing English and my Spanish grade had dipped a bit but I wasn't failing Spanish!
So, once I got home that day, folded Progress Report in the back pocket of my jeans I approached my mom. I slipped it out and began to unfold it saying, "I'm sorry but please allow me to explain." Exactly what I said.
My mom instantly was infuriated and I don't blame her; I was disappointed in myself as well. I had to keep calm, I kept telling myself. I did and explained to her that I can bring it up in about a week or two because there were a lot of essays and quizzes coming up and if I aced those it would be up in no time. She wanted some affirmation so I got onto the computer and showed her.
"Until you get that grade up, you're grounded from the computer. No writing."
I tried to control myself then but tears were welling up and pouring out of my eyes. All I could do was nod and accept it and move on. But then we had tacos that night! My mom can't keep an evil eye to me too long; I don't normally disappoint her and myself that much so I was safe but I still couldn't get on the computer.
So, two weeks later, where I am basically asphyxiated by lack of writing and pretty much on edge, I managed to get my grade up to a 76. I brought it up 11 points in two weeks. I was so glorified and I sheepishly asked my mom, "May I get on the computer?" and gave her a winning smile.
She complied and I hurried off.
There was this one author on KP, I believe her name was Ginger but I could be wrong but her signature was something like this, "A fish can't breathe without water, a writer can't breathe without writing." Oh yeeah, she was DAMN right. I couldn't BREATHE.
So, I get on the computer but I find out that my Anti-Virus system has completely expired and I couldn't get on the Internet. As if then, all I wanted to do was write and I did. I wrote about three pages of good-writing. :) I was satisfied, finally.

Now, that was about a four days ago so I've been very spirited lately and Thanksgiving was yesterday! Oh and boy, that was some GREAT eating. I haven't had such a good Thanksgiving. I was so stuffed I nicknamed myself C.C :: Comatose Chelsea. :3

But sadly, my dad hasn't gotten around to renewing the Anti-Virus system so I'm REALLY pushing it with updating my blog but I think you have to write to know what's been up lately.

And I apologize for the long weight and please expect some more blog posts out soon! Maybe even one today; I'm not sure. And please, if you have any blog post requests don't hesitate to request. :)

Sincerely and FINALLY,
Chelsea
--BACK IN ACTION! *cue epic music*