Since it is a Tuesday, at 6:30 pm me, Anna, Ali, and Ref go to Mutual. Since Ref is a guy he goes with the other guys (aka Young Men’s) and me, Anna, and Ali go to Young Women’s. Sometimes the two combine, but it’s only like once a month. Today we are separated and Ref is going to be coming later because he has basketball practice. We are playing a church version of charades today and whoever wins gets candy or something.
We are put into teams based on class, so since I am a Beehive, I am on a team with other girls my age. I always love when this happens because then I am put with some friends that I don’t get to see very often. Because I skipped a grade and went up to high school without everyone else my age, I don’t get to see my church friends very often. Yeah, I’m kinda friends with some of the older girls, but your peeps are your peeps.
Since there are three Young Women’s classes, the miamaids are split between the laurels and the beehives. This way there are two teams. After all the cards are passed out, the game begins. The laurels teams end up winning, and everyone kind of just hangs out after we say closing prayer as we ended sorta early.
“Bye! See y’all Sunday!” Anna calls as we walk out the door. The drive home is spent mostly talking about school and joking about certain movies that happen to be family favorites.
Once we get home everyone heads to their rooms to either finish homework or do their personal scripture study. I go to my room and finish an essay that I was working on before dinner and Mutual. On Tuesdays we always have dinner a little early, because it’s usually like 6 when we have dinner most days and on Tuesdays it’s more like 5 when we have dinner. That means that we have to quickly get a snack as soon as we get home and start on homework. Sometimes there’s room in between, but usually for me there’s not really much time those days as I have a lot of advanced and AP classes. So I go to my room and finish my homework and do my scripture study. As I’m reading I start recounting the day’s events (I do this sometimes when I am really into what I’m reading) and begin thinking about the debate that went on about Gracie earlier.
It makes me think of when I was bullied in middle school. It feels different for most people and yet everyone feels similar, which is usually fear. Sometimes it can be fear that you will be injured, or it could be that you lose friends or insecurity in general. It could be many different things that still affect people negatively. For me it was the fear of being lonely. For Gracie I think it is the confusion and hurt of wondering what she did wrong to deserve what they did. I don’t really like to think about it, as it only makes me feel sad, and as Anna would say, “Ain’t nobody got time for that”. She can be very silly.
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