Apparently I pulled an arm muscle picking up my backpack today. I started having chest pains about 9 this morning. I knew it was something funny because it only hurt down the breast bone and under my right breast. Believe me, for a while there it hurt so much I couldn't concentrate. (And this does not give you the right to visualize!)

I went to the office a little after 11. Yea, that was also fun. First I got lectured by the secretary (She doubles as the nurse. Ya know, with all the money they make from tuition, you would think they could hire a nurse and have an actual clinic.) about having GERD (I was diagnosed when I little) and not taking care of myself. She thought it was indigestion. But I knew it was not. Indigestion doesn't last for hours, or at least not for me.

So after about 15 minutes of her going on and me sitting and nodding like I didn't know this information, she finally called my dad. My dad was busy at work so he sent a coworker to come and pick me up.

It took said coworker an hour and a half for a twenty minute drive.

So, in the meantime I sat in a room off of the main office. I finished reading The Pearl for English and scared a delivery person when he spotted me (Come on, the lights were on, for Peat's sake!).

When he finally showed up, the coworker took me to the house that I live in (He's also a family friend) and dropped me off at a little before 2.

How do I know that it is muscle strain? I just went to put a night gown on (Yes, night gown) and when I lifted my one arm over my head it felt like someone punched me in the chest. I'm still trying to catch my breath.

I hate Wednesdays.

When is spring break again?

I am already sick of school. I am over it. D-O-N-E.

This year my school decided that they were going to do a program that is an elective at public schools around Florida. Only it's not an elective at my school. We have no electives this year. Thankfully I am in Spanish II, so next year I can decide to go into Spanish III, double up on math, or -GASP- take an elective like art.

The title of our textbook (which most of us didn't know about) is Learn to Learn: Part 1.

So you're telling me there are more parts to this?!

The whole idea of the class is to learn different ways to study and such. There are 10 parts to the course. I am supposing that each part goes over a specific way to study. We need to get at least a 70% on each part to be able to pass the course so we won't have to take it over summer or next year.

Best part is that this is the only year my school is doing this. They didn't do it last year, and they are not doing it next year. It also counts as one of our elective credits. I could have been taking art and it would count the same amount: 1/2 of a credit.

I was always the real defiant child growing up. I was one of the most well behaved kids in my class, but I've never like when things I deemed 'redundant' were taught in the lesson plans. One of those things has always been reading out loud in class. I've always been an excellent reader. When it came to reading out loud, though, I was and still am one of the worst.

My mind reads faster than my lips can move. Take this for an example: "Jack took the ball and threw it for his dog." My mind would be on 'threw' when my lips would be on Jack. So while I read, I stutter and mispronounce common words. I have always read the way I read in my mind: fast. That usually doesn't translate well into the spoken language.

Studying is another thing that I think is redundant to study. By high school, everyone usually has their own way of studying and are not likely to change it if it works for them. I would also rather not have grades and be tested on ways to study that may not work for me. It's not that I would have any problem picking the techniques up. It's just that there is the one little part of me that goes "This is really freaking stupid; I'm not going to do it." I know for my own good that I have to pass this course, but I feel like I'm doing something bad because of that little part of me.

Lovely first day back, eh?

It's that time of the year again; the start of the second semester.

Well, I suppose that this would be my first experience with semester changes, since my primary school didn't have a schedule change for the different parts of the year.

Now my Computer Applications course is gone, and is being replaced by a study course (Oh thank you Florida law makers for giving me a subject that will give me some much needed sleep) and I will be switching religion courses from Hebrew Scriptures to New Testament.

So all in all, the class that I liked the most ended and the religion study is switching to a different part of the Bible.

On one hand, I think going back to school might be a good thing. I still have all of my after school clubs to look froward too plus seeing all my friends on a daily basis.

Then again, the other part of me is screaming 'What the hell is wrong with you! Think about what school means! Work! Less sleep! HOMEWORK!"

The other part of me is right too often.

Okay, this may a bit of a repost from my deviantART journal, but I thought it would be a good story to share with all of you.

"Sadly enough, I am not kidding either.

If you didn't already know, I am an altar server at my Catholic church. One of the altar server's duties is to carry a movable cross from the side of the altar to the back of the church in preparation to process back up to the altar from the back of the church. If you have never seen anything like this before it consists of a pole about 5 1/2 feet tall with a cross on top. It weighs about 10 pounds and is made of wood. On the cross there is a smaller cross with a figure of Jesus dieing on the cross.

Everything went smoothly and by the book until about three minutes before the mass. Since you aren't supposed to let the cross touch the ground I did what all other altar servers usually do; rest the cross on our shoes (I don't know why this is any better than having the cross rest on the ground, but hey, I'm not complaining). I tend to fidget quite a bit, so I was moving the cross and trying to find a point on my shoe where it wouldn't leave an impression.

The bottom of the pole slipped off of my shoe and fell to the floor. I had a firm grip on it, so it didn't fall, but only tapped.

Jesus flew.

Apparently Jesus has the ability to walk on water, but can not defy gravity.

CRASH

Oh look! There goes Jesus' arms and legs! They're now scattered around the back of the church!

I had done the impossible. I had broken Jesus.

So I'm standing there with a dumb look on my face holding the cross while Eucharistic Ministers are picking up pieces of Jesus.

Thankfully Fr. Mike wasn't upset. I think he realized that the cross was about 30 years old and most likely rotting from the inside out.

His comment was: "It's okay. It's almost Christmas! I don't think we would want to corpse of Jesus to be on the cross anyways."

The best part is when Jesus plummeted to the earth, about five people out of 100 turned around and looked to see what fell. I think everyone else was either too old to hear very well or figured it was just the church beginning to cave in on us.

I really don't think that I will be getting a January serving schedule."

From: http://krazykat5216.deviantart.com/journal/

As much as I hate the introductory posts of anything, I don't feel quite right rambling without a proper introduction.

Hi. My name is Kaitlin. I live in Florida with my mom, dad, two dogs, and cat. And yes, I am a Catholic school girl. I have always been a Catholic school girl.

I have observed that throughout my 10 1/2 years of Catholic education that many of the kids that go to a Catholic school are just regular kids. We're not all the little angels that most people make us out to be. Sure, there are the few that are like that but they are few and far between.

Most of us are decent people. We all have our flaws. Most of us cuss (what seems to be more than public school students) and there are cliques. It's a normal school environment on a smaller scale with a few extra things thrown in.

We have the normal groups; the popular kids, the jocks, the geeks, etc. Then there is the group of friends that I hang out with. While most of the other groups are usually grade specific, my group is a mix of different grades. All of the classes are represented and we are all equal to each other.

Of course, we all may be out of our minds, but hey, I'll take what I can get.

I suppose that's enough about school. In my spare time I create. Art, blogs, web pages, messes, I've done a lot of things at least once and a few things many times. I also enjoy singing, video games, being on the internet, and writing short stories.

I'm not as boring as this post makes me out to be, but that's only my opinion.