I won't be there.

Before I tell my story, you need to know these things: (1) My birthday is February 7, 1989; (2) My church (The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints... better known as the Mormon Church) puts the youth into classes by the year they were born -- so from January 1st to December 31st, my Sunday School class is exactly the same, and we all move up to a new teacher at the end of the year; (3) I skipped a grade, and I go to church school morning classes with my grade group rather than my age group.

This year, my age group is supposed to have Bro B as our Sunday Scool (hereafter known as SS) teacher. No one in his history of teaching SS has liked him, and everyone has heard or told many 'horror' stories about his classes. Because I am born so early in the year, I go to seminary with them anyways, and I didn't want horror stories of my own, I started going to the class for the 1988 kids. They didn't care, they all knew me from seminary and such, and the teacher didn't understand the system and thought I would be joining the class after my birthday anyways. So it's all good, right?

Wrong. (That wasn't obvious.) The SS president comes in and tells Kiley, Devin and I (1989 people who decided to go to the 1988 class) that we have to go to Bro B's class right now. We look at each other, agree, and then circle the building before we stop at an empty classroom and stay there for the rest of the one hour SS time slot. We talked about completely random things, and I had my scriptures out and open in case anyone came in and asked what we were doing out of our class. It was fun.

When the bell rings, we went off to our next classes, Kiley and I to our Young Women's class and Devin to Young Men's. In the middle of our lesson, Kiley and I get called out by the bishop (basically the pastor I guess, the guy with the highest authority in the congregation of about 500 that we call a ward). He's all, "How was SS?" We glanced at each other; I smirked. He then continued: "I heard about you guys skipping class today. I want that to stop. Next week you will go to Bro B's class. That's all, get back to class."

WTF? You know what, one of the 88 girls was in the 89 class all of last year to get out of B's class. Where was your conern then? What does it matter to you if we don't go to class with our age group? Espcially with me, who is in their grade anyways? You know what, Bish, maybe if you would laugh more, talk like you knew what you were saying, and back up that Arm Wrestling Champion title with a little spine, I would care a wink about what you told me.

Next week, I am bringing a spare set of keys to the car we take to church and I am going to stay out there for the entire hour of SS. I'm not an extremely stubborn person, but, Bish, you will not make me split my time between two ages any more than you already have. I am so sick of having to be with two different groups all the time, and I am done. When you give me a good reason, and tell me that what Natalie (the 88 girl in the 89 class) did was 'wrong,' maybe I'll listen to you. Probably not, but it would make you sound a hell of a lot smarter, as you have no idea what you are talking about right now.

Next week, I won't be there. I've been angry about being split since it happened, and I am done.

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Us Against the World

"There is no one else that I can say this to
And there is nothing better than to talk to you
If you have a problem I'll be here for you
Cause girl you always know that it's us against the world.."
-- Us Against The World by Play

I want a friend like that. The only thing that really comes close to it is you, my dear reader. The only thing I come close to telling everything, what I can't tell anyone else, is this blog. Only the very deeply personal things don't go on here, they go in my written journal.

I need a friend like that. I used to have one in Ris, but when I went back to my old school district, we lost touch. Sam and Lexi aren't that close, even though they are my closest friends.

You know what is insane? The more I'm thinking about this, the more I think that my closest friend is my brother. We tell each other nearly everything. We've gotten pretty close over the past two years, with my sister away at college most of the time and the two of us retreating for cover from our annoying parents into the Bonus Room where our computers are. But even then, I can't talk to him like I would someone who was of my gender or someone I wasn't related to. It's not the same.

I have to find a friend like that. Whether she'll come from out of the rain (I would say dust, but there isn't quite enough of it here.. maybe mud) or I'll just become closer to one of my current friends, I will have a best female friend that is closer to me than my brother. /resolute nod

I will have a friend like that or die trying, waterit.