Hi babes!
Have you ever had a dream that you did not know what to do with? Like you wake up and you think, 'what just happened?' This happened to me the other night. Okay, here it is. So I had a dream that I was at school, but my school was suddenly on a beach. The apartments that my friends and I are trying to get next year were the ones right on the beach. My two girl friends, my two guy friends, and I were all on the beach. All of a sudden, I had to go two work. I went back to my room to grab my stuff and get ready for work. Once I'm all ready I grab my phone and go. I'm walking to my car and I look at my phone. On the phone is a text from one of my guy friends confessing his love for me. (In the dream I was in love with him too.) I see him as I'm walking to my car--like he's walking towards me. We both stop and look at each other. Then he starts to bring up the text, but I cut him off saying that I love him too. Then some stuff happened that probably isn't appropriate for the internet.
But anyways, I woke up and was like what do I do with this information. So that was that.
Saturday, February 21, 2015
Friday, February 13, 2015
Boys are Dumb
Hi loves,
So today I'm going to finish my story on the whole basketball player/number shenanigans. So after three days I still hadn't heard anything from him. However, on the third day I was in the dining hall with my friends after dinner and I saw him walking towards us. This is not an uncommon occurrence considering we are at a table right next to where people put their dirty plates away. That same room also leads to a back dining hall. So he's walking towards us (probably to go to the back dining room) and then he stops. He turns around like he is going to sit at the table in front of us. Stops again. Then he decides to sit a the table next to us. First, he chooses to sit in the chair facing away from us, but turns it so his side is facing us, instead of his back. Then he gets up and comes back. BUT, he switches his chair so that he is facing us now. Weird, right? Well anyways, I don't hear from him. Then I'm talking to one of my friends a few days later and she is telling me how she was talking to one of her friends who also plays basketball and he was telling her that my basketball player got a phone number at the game, but he did not know who it was from. WHO ELSE WOULD IT BE FROM? I literally give this kid candy at every single home game. So my friend was like, "Maybe his cheerleader?" Like come on people.
Well, since I am a nice person, I decided to help this kid out a little bit. Our last game was this past Wednesday. For the last game I made up this little back of candy that said "Congrats on a great season! *heart*, Hayley" on one side and "Happy Valentine's Day!" on the other side, since it is close to Valentine's Day. I filled this back with a crap ton of candy, a little valentine, and a handwritten note. The note said,"*name of basketball player*, Thank you for a great season! I had a really fun time being your cheerleader. Hope the rest of your games go well! See you next season! Keep in touch! xoxo, Hayley." Now, if he can't tell the same handwriting in the note is the same handwriting that wrote "call me!" then there is nothing else I can do.
xoxo, Hayley
So today I'm going to finish my story on the whole basketball player/number shenanigans. So after three days I still hadn't heard anything from him. However, on the third day I was in the dining hall with my friends after dinner and I saw him walking towards us. This is not an uncommon occurrence considering we are at a table right next to where people put their dirty plates away. That same room also leads to a back dining hall. So he's walking towards us (probably to go to the back dining room) and then he stops. He turns around like he is going to sit at the table in front of us. Stops again. Then he decides to sit a the table next to us. First, he chooses to sit in the chair facing away from us, but turns it so his side is facing us, instead of his back. Then he gets up and comes back. BUT, he switches his chair so that he is facing us now. Weird, right? Well anyways, I don't hear from him. Then I'm talking to one of my friends a few days later and she is telling me how she was talking to one of her friends who also plays basketball and he was telling her that my basketball player got a phone number at the game, but he did not know who it was from. WHO ELSE WOULD IT BE FROM? I literally give this kid candy at every single home game. So my friend was like, "Maybe his cheerleader?" Like come on people.
Well, since I am a nice person, I decided to help this kid out a little bit. Our last game was this past Wednesday. For the last game I made up this little back of candy that said "Congrats on a great season! *heart*, Hayley" on one side and "Happy Valentine's Day!" on the other side, since it is close to Valentine's Day. I filled this back with a crap ton of candy, a little valentine, and a handwritten note. The note said,"*name of basketball player*, Thank you for a great season! I had a really fun time being your cheerleader. Hope the rest of your games go well! See you next season! Keep in touch! xoxo, Hayley." Now, if he can't tell the same handwriting in the note is the same handwriting that wrote "call me!" then there is nothing else I can do.
xoxo, Hayley
Wednesday, February 4, 2015
3 Day Rule?
Hi loves,
So you guys know that I gave my basketball player my number on a box of candy at the game yesterday. Well, my friends and I figured he wouldn't text me last night, but then my friend, Joe, was talking about some three day rule. It's like a guy will wait three days before texting a girl when he got her number. It's supposed to make the guy not seem desperate. I, however, think it's a dumb rule. Especially if the girl gave the guy her number. I can see waiting until the next day to not seem anxious, but three days? By the time the three days is up, the girl is going to think that nothing will come of the whole number thing. Maybe it's just me, but I think it's stupid. But hey, what do I know?
My basketball player may not even text me at all. If he doesn't obviously it'll suck, but the upside would be that we only have one game and then I don't have to see him until next season when hopefully the both of us will have forgotten about it. If he does text me though, well then yay! But I'm trying not to get my hopes up so I won't be as disappointed if he doesn't text me? Pickin' up what I'm puttin' down? Well keep your fingers crossed for me!
xoxo, Hayley
So you guys know that I gave my basketball player my number on a box of candy at the game yesterday. Well, my friends and I figured he wouldn't text me last night, but then my friend, Joe, was talking about some three day rule. It's like a guy will wait three days before texting a girl when he got her number. It's supposed to make the guy not seem desperate. I, however, think it's a dumb rule. Especially if the girl gave the guy her number. I can see waiting until the next day to not seem anxious, but three days? By the time the three days is up, the girl is going to think that nothing will come of the whole number thing. Maybe it's just me, but I think it's stupid. But hey, what do I know?
My basketball player may not even text me at all. If he doesn't obviously it'll suck, but the upside would be that we only have one game and then I don't have to see him until next season when hopefully the both of us will have forgotten about it. If he does text me though, well then yay! But I'm trying not to get my hopes up so I won't be as disappointed if he doesn't text me? Pickin' up what I'm puttin' down? Well keep your fingers crossed for me!
xoxo, Hayley
Tuesday, February 3, 2015
I'm Actually the Dumbest Person in America
Hi lovies!
So I told you guys that I cheer for my college. Well, we are almost done with basketball season and I think my basketball player is adorable. For every home game, we make our basketball players posters and sometimes give them candy. So me, being the brightest person in the world, decides to give my basketball player a box of candy with my phone number on the back. I was going to do it on the last game (which is next week), but one of my friends decided that it would be a good idea to do it today, so that if anything happened I could do something cute for the last game. Well, to do anything risky, I have to be severely peer pressured into it because I am not ballsy enough to do it myself, but I also don't like disappointing people. So I gave my basketball player the box of candy with my number on it at today's game. Well, I was not able to get dinner since I had to go right from work to the basketball game. After the game, I went to the subway on my campus. I went through the whole subway process, and as I'm checking out, my friend comes up to me and whispers to me that my basketball player just got in line. She was like "you have to smile at him." Well, me being the biggest chicken, wimps out of smiling at him. (He just makes me so nervous and I don't know what to do). But my friend smiled at him and he smiled at her. But here's the thing. He was eating the candy I gave him at the game today. So I should have smiled at him and now I'm dumb. A girl that I cheer with made a really good point, though. She said that he has to make the next move. I made the first one by giving him my number. Now the ball is in his court. (Did you appreciate the basketball reference since he is a basketball player? I thought of that all by myself.) Anyways, nothing has happened yet, but I guess we'll find out.
xoxo, Hayley
So I told you guys that I cheer for my college. Well, we are almost done with basketball season and I think my basketball player is adorable. For every home game, we make our basketball players posters and sometimes give them candy. So me, being the brightest person in the world, decides to give my basketball player a box of candy with my phone number on the back. I was going to do it on the last game (which is next week), but one of my friends decided that it would be a good idea to do it today, so that if anything happened I could do something cute for the last game. Well, to do anything risky, I have to be severely peer pressured into it because I am not ballsy enough to do it myself, but I also don't like disappointing people. So I gave my basketball player the box of candy with my number on it at today's game. Well, I was not able to get dinner since I had to go right from work to the basketball game. After the game, I went to the subway on my campus. I went through the whole subway process, and as I'm checking out, my friend comes up to me and whispers to me that my basketball player just got in line. She was like "you have to smile at him." Well, me being the biggest chicken, wimps out of smiling at him. (He just makes me so nervous and I don't know what to do). But my friend smiled at him and he smiled at her. But here's the thing. He was eating the candy I gave him at the game today. So I should have smiled at him and now I'm dumb. A girl that I cheer with made a really good point, though. She said that he has to make the next move. I made the first one by giving him my number. Now the ball is in his court. (Did you appreciate the basketball reference since he is a basketball player? I thought of that all by myself.) Anyways, nothing has happened yet, but I guess we'll find out.
xoxo, Hayley
Friday, October 24, 2014
Catch-Up Time
Hi lovies! I haven't posted in a while, but I figured it was time because we have a lot to catch up on. First, I graduated high school. Woo! Alumni and stuff! Second, I got another tattoo. Fun! Third, I committed and moved into college! (And of course new school, new boys). Fourth, I'm a cheerleader! This is going to be a long post, so prepare yourselves.
Graduating high school. A big moment in an adolescence's life. It was definitely a change. The colors of my high school were maroon and white and at graduation the boys wear maroon robes and the girls wear white robes. Because the girls wear the white robes, we have to wear white dresses underneath them so it will look "classy." The good part about a white dress is that we can wear whatever shoes we want to with it. My shoes were teal wedges--super cute! For graduation, we line up by height and my gender. Shorter girls to the front, taller girls to the back. Shorter boys to the front, taller boys to the back. Since all the girls in my class decided to wear flats and I wore wedges, I was fourth from last. The girls and they boys walk out together, kind of like an escort. Since more girls graduated in my class than boys, us taller girls did not walk out with a guy from out class. We walked out with each other. The rows on the stage went girl, boy, girl, boy, girl, boy. All the girls graduated first and then all the boys. Leading up to graduation took forever, but once we were there, it all flew by.
I got another tattoo over April vacation. It is on my foot and says "You will never walk alone." The cool thing about it, though, is that each word is written out by someone different. The 'you' is written by one of my friends. The 'will' is written by my dad. The 'never' is written by my mom. The 'walk' is written by my mimi, and the 'alone' is written by my sister. The reason I did this is because I went off to college and it is like they all came with me. When I told my mom this, she practically cried. The foot definitely hurt a lot more. I also almost passed out. I did not eat anything before I went, but I brought candy because I knew I had not eaten anything. As the tattoo artist is working on me, he looks up and asks me if I am okay. I was like yeah I'm good and he was like are you sure? I was like no. I was dizzy and hot. He suggested I eat the candy and as soon as I did, I felt 300% better.
I committed to Western New England University as a part of the Class of 2018! My sister goes here too, and I kind of ambushed her when I told her. Oops! At my swim banquet, the coach wanted all of the seniors to say their future plans, and of course they had me go first. I had not told my sister at this point because I knew she would not be happy. But, I was so caught off guard at the swim banquet that I did not think to say that I was not sure where I was going yet. But all is well now. I moved in and started school in August. So far, I absolutely love it. I have good classes, great professors, and amazing friends. Although, one of my guy friends apparently does not consider me a friend? Family and Friends Weekend is this weekend and his parents are coming here tomorrow. My friend, Lexi, wanted to know if we got to meet them, and he was like I mean I guess and when they ask me if I have friends, I can be like, yeah I have one friend. I'm standing right next to him like wow, okay thanks. But I mean, who knows.
On to the more exciting topic about college, boys. Jordan, a girl in my hall, and I made Bae Lists. This is mine in order. 1) Hot John 2) Hotness Monster 3) Brian from Georgia. Now, Hot John is the one I'm most focused on because I am kind of friends with him already so I just have to work my way in. Hot John is from around here, he played volleyball for his highs school, he is tall, the most hilarious person I've ever met, and can sing. How perfect is that? I do not know the Hotness Monster's actual name, but one day I was putting away my dishes in the dining hall and he turned around and we almost bumped into each other. I was like ooh sorry! and he was like oh, no problem. The thing was, he had the most amazing eyes. They were like crystal blue. Then as I am leaving the dining hall, he is holding the door, and I was like thanks! and we like looked at each other for a few seconds. Then I walk back to my building and I'm in my bed watching Greek, and I hear two guys walking down the hallway. (This is not uncommon; a lot of boys walk around our floor). Anyways, I look up from Greek to see who it is, AND IT'S THE HOTNESS MONSTER. He lives in the same building as me and I did not even know it! Now Brian. He is such a sweetie. Not only is he a sweetie, he is cute too. He had blonde hair and blue eyes. He is an Elementary Ed major so obviously he is good with children/likes children which makes any man 10x more attractive. But yeah, that's the Bae List in order. I'll keep you posted with any future endeavors!
Lastly, I'm a cheerleader for WNE! I tried out for cheerleading, made it, and love it! Right now we are getting ready for Midnight Madness, which is like a pep rally for the school. We are putting on a performance. We start with a pyramid. Then we go into single stunts which include an arabesque and liberty with a twist cradle. Then we do our first dance. Then we go into halts with a twist cradle. Finally we do our second dance. The only setback we have right now is that I got hurt so we cannot practice the pyramid to the music just yet. I hurt my knee stunting. I'm a backer and my flyer went up into a liberty. She was falling, but falling to the left side. I caught her left armpit and right arm, but Jordan caught the rest of her and they both fell to the ground, pulling me with them. When I fell, I landed on my knee and started crying instantly. At first I thought it was broken. Then, I started hysterically laughing (probably from shock). When the trainer came to examine it, she said it was not broken and the ligaments were fine, so nothing was torn. Which is good! She gave me crutches, which I almost killed myself on, and some ice. This was on Wednesday. Yesterday, I still had to use the crutches, but today I just wrapped my knee with an Ace bandage and opted for no crutches. We had practice again today, but did not stunt. We marked everything, but did the dances. I did not do the dances full out because I am not fully recovered yet. Hopefully I will be as good as new on Monday. Fingers crossed!
That is pretty much all that has happened in my life for the past few months. Nothing super exciting, but still something. Talk to you guys hopefully soon.
xoxo-Hayley
Graduating high school. A big moment in an adolescence's life. It was definitely a change. The colors of my high school were maroon and white and at graduation the boys wear maroon robes and the girls wear white robes. Because the girls wear the white robes, we have to wear white dresses underneath them so it will look "classy." The good part about a white dress is that we can wear whatever shoes we want to with it. My shoes were teal wedges--super cute! For graduation, we line up by height and my gender. Shorter girls to the front, taller girls to the back. Shorter boys to the front, taller boys to the back. Since all the girls in my class decided to wear flats and I wore wedges, I was fourth from last. The girls and they boys walk out together, kind of like an escort. Since more girls graduated in my class than boys, us taller girls did not walk out with a guy from out class. We walked out with each other. The rows on the stage went girl, boy, girl, boy, girl, boy. All the girls graduated first and then all the boys. Leading up to graduation took forever, but once we were there, it all flew by.
I got another tattoo over April vacation. It is on my foot and says "You will never walk alone." The cool thing about it, though, is that each word is written out by someone different. The 'you' is written by one of my friends. The 'will' is written by my dad. The 'never' is written by my mom. The 'walk' is written by my mimi, and the 'alone' is written by my sister. The reason I did this is because I went off to college and it is like they all came with me. When I told my mom this, she practically cried. The foot definitely hurt a lot more. I also almost passed out. I did not eat anything before I went, but I brought candy because I knew I had not eaten anything. As the tattoo artist is working on me, he looks up and asks me if I am okay. I was like yeah I'm good and he was like are you sure? I was like no. I was dizzy and hot. He suggested I eat the candy and as soon as I did, I felt 300% better.
I committed to Western New England University as a part of the Class of 2018! My sister goes here too, and I kind of ambushed her when I told her. Oops! At my swim banquet, the coach wanted all of the seniors to say their future plans, and of course they had me go first. I had not told my sister at this point because I knew she would not be happy. But, I was so caught off guard at the swim banquet that I did not think to say that I was not sure where I was going yet. But all is well now. I moved in and started school in August. So far, I absolutely love it. I have good classes, great professors, and amazing friends. Although, one of my guy friends apparently does not consider me a friend? Family and Friends Weekend is this weekend and his parents are coming here tomorrow. My friend, Lexi, wanted to know if we got to meet them, and he was like I mean I guess and when they ask me if I have friends, I can be like, yeah I have one friend. I'm standing right next to him like wow, okay thanks. But I mean, who knows.
On to the more exciting topic about college, boys. Jordan, a girl in my hall, and I made Bae Lists. This is mine in order. 1) Hot John 2) Hotness Monster 3) Brian from Georgia. Now, Hot John is the one I'm most focused on because I am kind of friends with him already so I just have to work my way in. Hot John is from around here, he played volleyball for his highs school, he is tall, the most hilarious person I've ever met, and can sing. How perfect is that? I do not know the Hotness Monster's actual name, but one day I was putting away my dishes in the dining hall and he turned around and we almost bumped into each other. I was like ooh sorry! and he was like oh, no problem. The thing was, he had the most amazing eyes. They were like crystal blue. Then as I am leaving the dining hall, he is holding the door, and I was like thanks! and we like looked at each other for a few seconds. Then I walk back to my building and I'm in my bed watching Greek, and I hear two guys walking down the hallway. (This is not uncommon; a lot of boys walk around our floor). Anyways, I look up from Greek to see who it is, AND IT'S THE HOTNESS MONSTER. He lives in the same building as me and I did not even know it! Now Brian. He is such a sweetie. Not only is he a sweetie, he is cute too. He had blonde hair and blue eyes. He is an Elementary Ed major so obviously he is good with children/likes children which makes any man 10x more attractive. But yeah, that's the Bae List in order. I'll keep you posted with any future endeavors!
Lastly, I'm a cheerleader for WNE! I tried out for cheerleading, made it, and love it! Right now we are getting ready for Midnight Madness, which is like a pep rally for the school. We are putting on a performance. We start with a pyramid. Then we go into single stunts which include an arabesque and liberty with a twist cradle. Then we do our first dance. Then we go into halts with a twist cradle. Finally we do our second dance. The only setback we have right now is that I got hurt so we cannot practice the pyramid to the music just yet. I hurt my knee stunting. I'm a backer and my flyer went up into a liberty. She was falling, but falling to the left side. I caught her left armpit and right arm, but Jordan caught the rest of her and they both fell to the ground, pulling me with them. When I fell, I landed on my knee and started crying instantly. At first I thought it was broken. Then, I started hysterically laughing (probably from shock). When the trainer came to examine it, she said it was not broken and the ligaments were fine, so nothing was torn. Which is good! She gave me crutches, which I almost killed myself on, and some ice. This was on Wednesday. Yesterday, I still had to use the crutches, but today I just wrapped my knee with an Ace bandage and opted for no crutches. We had practice again today, but did not stunt. We marked everything, but did the dances. I did not do the dances full out because I am not fully recovered yet. Hopefully I will be as good as new on Monday. Fingers crossed!
That is pretty much all that has happened in my life for the past few months. Nothing super exciting, but still something. Talk to you guys hopefully soon.
xoxo-Hayley
Tuesday, December 17, 2013
Life Lesson #3
Hi my loves. So yesterday I got to thinking and I came up with life lesson numero tres to share with you guys. Here it is: Don't take anything for granted.
Here's the back story as to how I came up with this life lesson. I am a swimmer. It's my senior year and I'm a captain. It's been great. Last year my shoulder was giving me a problem when I did backstroke. This year it has gotten worse. Now it bothers me during freestyle and backstroke. Not only does it bother me during swimming, but it is starting to bother me during school. It hurts to take on and off a jacket, to put up my hair, almost anything. I'm very uncomfortable. So I went to see the trainer. She told me to ice it and keep coming back. So I did.
This past Thursday, December 12th, was our first meet. An event I was put in was the 400 Freestyle Relay. All I had to do for this relay was swim 100 Freestyle. It's 4 laps. I wasn't too worried about it. I did it, but got out sobbing. My shoulder hurt so bad. So I went back to the trainer on Friday. She asked me how my shoulder was, I said it was worse. She told me to sit out practice on Friday. I hate sitting out and watching people swim. It really sucks. But I did it. Then I rested the weekend and went back yesterday. Same routine. I had to sit out again.
Then two more kids from my team were in the trainer's office when I was. They were getting reevaluated from Friday and were cleared to swim a normal practice again. They were complaining that they actually had to swim and couldn't take it easy. They couldn't slack off yesterday. One was a senior and one was a freshman. I told them at least they could swim. That they should be thankful they get to. It's my senior year and I don't know when I will be able to swim again because I don't know what's wrong with me. And it sucks.
Then I was on Twitter today and found a picture that summed up everything that I have been feeling the past few days. Here it is:
"Athletes: Don't take the sport you play for granted. Every time you play, you better be damn thankful that you get to do something you love. Don't show up to practice complaining about not wanting to be there; you're there hopefully because you love it. Work hard every moment. If you're not working hard, you don't deserve to play. Play every practice or game like it's your last because it very well could be. When you finally reach the day that you can't play, and you can only watch, then you will know how much you love something that you once took for granted."
Sitting out during those practices made me realize how lucky I was to be able to swim all these years and made me hope that soon I will be cleared to practice normally again. I got X-rays done on my shoulder today, so hopefully I will be swimming normally soon. Fingers crossed!
xoxo, Hayley
Here's the back story as to how I came up with this life lesson. I am a swimmer. It's my senior year and I'm a captain. It's been great. Last year my shoulder was giving me a problem when I did backstroke. This year it has gotten worse. Now it bothers me during freestyle and backstroke. Not only does it bother me during swimming, but it is starting to bother me during school. It hurts to take on and off a jacket, to put up my hair, almost anything. I'm very uncomfortable. So I went to see the trainer. She told me to ice it and keep coming back. So I did.
This past Thursday, December 12th, was our first meet. An event I was put in was the 400 Freestyle Relay. All I had to do for this relay was swim 100 Freestyle. It's 4 laps. I wasn't too worried about it. I did it, but got out sobbing. My shoulder hurt so bad. So I went back to the trainer on Friday. She asked me how my shoulder was, I said it was worse. She told me to sit out practice on Friday. I hate sitting out and watching people swim. It really sucks. But I did it. Then I rested the weekend and went back yesterday. Same routine. I had to sit out again.
Then two more kids from my team were in the trainer's office when I was. They were getting reevaluated from Friday and were cleared to swim a normal practice again. They were complaining that they actually had to swim and couldn't take it easy. They couldn't slack off yesterday. One was a senior and one was a freshman. I told them at least they could swim. That they should be thankful they get to. It's my senior year and I don't know when I will be able to swim again because I don't know what's wrong with me. And it sucks.
Then I was on Twitter today and found a picture that summed up everything that I have been feeling the past few days. Here it is:
"Athletes: Don't take the sport you play for granted. Every time you play, you better be damn thankful that you get to do something you love. Don't show up to practice complaining about not wanting to be there; you're there hopefully because you love it. Work hard every moment. If you're not working hard, you don't deserve to play. Play every practice or game like it's your last because it very well could be. When you finally reach the day that you can't play, and you can only watch, then you will know how much you love something that you once took for granted."
Sitting out during those practices made me realize how lucky I was to be able to swim all these years and made me hope that soon I will be cleared to practice normally again. I got X-rays done on my shoulder today, so hopefully I will be swimming normally soon. Fingers crossed!
xoxo, Hayley
Tuesday, November 12, 2013
Life Lesson #2
Hey blogger babes. I have come to you all with part 2 of my Life Lessons. This one is to appreciate what you have. Again, you may roll your eyes and be like "yeah, whatever" but seriously.
For example, tonight I'm sitting on my couch watching Hawaii Five-0. All of a sudden I get a text from one of the kids I swim with saying, "Please tell me we are getting jackets this year for swim." I have said previously that my mom is in charge of the apparel. Not only that, but she is in charge of the booster club for this year. Now, I have talked to almost all of the seniors about getting shirts, sweatpants, and sweatshirts for this year. Everyone thought it was a great idea. Not only have I been talking to people about it, but we already have jackets. We got Northface-like jackets my sophomore year. The text he sent me was then followed up by, "Like it's out senior year we should do a couple of fund raisers and get really nice jackets. The teams like pretty much done after us." Let me break this down for you. 1) We do fundraisers over the summer and literally no body participates in them. We do the fundraisers so the swimmers don't have to pay for the apparel, to take care of the banquet, and to take care of swimmer/senior gifts at the banquet. Over the summer we did a bowling fundraiser where people buy a $15 ticket to bowl for 2 hours and the swim team gets $10 out of every $15. We had a 41 people show up, but 7 of those 41 were swimmers. Most of the people who showed up were either league bowlers because I work at the bowling alley or families. Not many people responded. The other fundraiser we did this summer was Celebrate Ludlow. We sold water, soda, and chips. Again, we had 5 swimmers sign up out of the 30-35 kids we have. Not even parents signed up. AND LET IT BE KNOW THAT THIS KID DID NOT PARTICIPATE IN EITHER FUNDRAISER. Now 2) The team is not done after we leave. The girl's team still has a lot of underclassmen, and from what I heard, the boy's team might have a few underclassmen. It's not like we're the whole team, cause we're not.
So I politely told him that the new swimmers are getting the jackets we have now and the whole team is getting the shirts, pants, and sweatshirt combo. His response, "wwwaaaaahhhhhh seniors should get really nice jackets. Like swimming was literal out lives and idk I just think we should get something really nice for our senior year." Followed by, "Like I would actually spend the money for it." The seniors get blankets with a team picture on them among other things for our senior gifts. I know I am not the only one who has waiting 4 years for those blankets. I would say the blankets alone are a really nice thing for the seniors. Again, I state that we already have nice jackets. So that's what I told him-- that we already have jackets and we get blankets at the end of the year.
This kid will not drop this. He responds with, "I know but I mean the kind of jackets the boys soccer team has. Those really nice ones they got for state champs." Our boys' soccer team is good, very good. Two years ago, they won states for the second or third time in a row, so every boy on the varsity team got jackets. The jackets they got are nice jackets, but they only got them for winning states. They did not get them for being seniors. I also took this as him pretty much shitting on the apparel we're getting this year even though he has not seen it yet. I really wanted to tell him that if he wants a jacket like that so bad, then he would have to win states. Instead, I went with, "The stuff we're probably getting this ear is nice too though. And we are getting like a lot this year." His response, "I told Karen too and she said it's a good idea and maybe the seniors can get theirs paid for with fundraiser money and other swimmers can buy their own. Idk."
HE WENT TO THE COACH BEFORE HE TALKED TO ANYBODY ELSE ABOUT THIS. At that point I was beyond pissed off. I did not want to deal with this conversation anymore. All I responded with was, "I'll look into them." Maybe him or his parent should go to a damn booster club meeting. Like if you don't go, you should not have the right to complain about anything. You're practically irrelevant. Like legit, this might sound super mean, but I don't really care at this point. Appreciate what you already have because people would probably kill for what you have. I legit get so many compliments on the jackets we have now. Why do we need 2 jackets? We don't. Like oh my goodness.
Remember kids, appreciate what you have. Appreciate what you get. People don't have to be as nice as they are to allow you to receive what you get. So take what you get and don't bitch about it. That is my Life Lesson #2.
For example, tonight I'm sitting on my couch watching Hawaii Five-0. All of a sudden I get a text from one of the kids I swim with saying, "Please tell me we are getting jackets this year for swim." I have said previously that my mom is in charge of the apparel. Not only that, but she is in charge of the booster club for this year. Now, I have talked to almost all of the seniors about getting shirts, sweatpants, and sweatshirts for this year. Everyone thought it was a great idea. Not only have I been talking to people about it, but we already have jackets. We got Northface-like jackets my sophomore year. The text he sent me was then followed up by, "Like it's out senior year we should do a couple of fund raisers and get really nice jackets. The teams like pretty much done after us." Let me break this down for you. 1) We do fundraisers over the summer and literally no body participates in them. We do the fundraisers so the swimmers don't have to pay for the apparel, to take care of the banquet, and to take care of swimmer/senior gifts at the banquet. Over the summer we did a bowling fundraiser where people buy a $15 ticket to bowl for 2 hours and the swim team gets $10 out of every $15. We had a 41 people show up, but 7 of those 41 were swimmers. Most of the people who showed up were either league bowlers because I work at the bowling alley or families. Not many people responded. The other fundraiser we did this summer was Celebrate Ludlow. We sold water, soda, and chips. Again, we had 5 swimmers sign up out of the 30-35 kids we have. Not even parents signed up. AND LET IT BE KNOW THAT THIS KID DID NOT PARTICIPATE IN EITHER FUNDRAISER. Now 2) The team is not done after we leave. The girl's team still has a lot of underclassmen, and from what I heard, the boy's team might have a few underclassmen. It's not like we're the whole team, cause we're not.
So I politely told him that the new swimmers are getting the jackets we have now and the whole team is getting the shirts, pants, and sweatshirt combo. His response, "wwwaaaaahhhhhh seniors should get really nice jackets. Like swimming was literal out lives and idk I just think we should get something really nice for our senior year." Followed by, "Like I would actually spend the money for it." The seniors get blankets with a team picture on them among other things for our senior gifts. I know I am not the only one who has waiting 4 years for those blankets. I would say the blankets alone are a really nice thing for the seniors. Again, I state that we already have nice jackets. So that's what I told him-- that we already have jackets and we get blankets at the end of the year.
This kid will not drop this. He responds with, "I know but I mean the kind of jackets the boys soccer team has. Those really nice ones they got for state champs." Our boys' soccer team is good, very good. Two years ago, they won states for the second or third time in a row, so every boy on the varsity team got jackets. The jackets they got are nice jackets, but they only got them for winning states. They did not get them for being seniors. I also took this as him pretty much shitting on the apparel we're getting this year even though he has not seen it yet. I really wanted to tell him that if he wants a jacket like that so bad, then he would have to win states. Instead, I went with, "The stuff we're probably getting this ear is nice too though. And we are getting like a lot this year." His response, "I told Karen too and she said it's a good idea and maybe the seniors can get theirs paid for with fundraiser money and other swimmers can buy their own. Idk."
HE WENT TO THE COACH BEFORE HE TALKED TO ANYBODY ELSE ABOUT THIS. At that point I was beyond pissed off. I did not want to deal with this conversation anymore. All I responded with was, "I'll look into them." Maybe him or his parent should go to a damn booster club meeting. Like if you don't go, you should not have the right to complain about anything. You're practically irrelevant. Like legit, this might sound super mean, but I don't really care at this point. Appreciate what you already have because people would probably kill for what you have. I legit get so many compliments on the jackets we have now. Why do we need 2 jackets? We don't. Like oh my goodness.
Remember kids, appreciate what you have. Appreciate what you get. People don't have to be as nice as they are to allow you to receive what you get. So take what you get and don't bitch about it. That is my Life Lesson #2.
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