I wrote this a while ago, but I thought I'd bring it up...Wednesday, April 9, 2008
Hello.I had an incredible experience today that really got me thinking...It was about 12:45, and I slowly creeped into my French G class just as the bell was ringing. I walked over to my friend Sara's seat and sat dwon. I really like it when she isn't in school, that way I can sit next to my friend Jason. Mr. M. was writing stuff down on the board and no body knew what it said. Everyone was looking at him, trying to figure out why we weren't reading during SSR.He walked in front of us, and told us to stand up. "Put your right knee up, and touch it with your left hand. Now, alternate fifteen times."I am not sure how many times I did do it, but it definatley wasn't fifteen."Do the same know, but with your elbows."I was really not in the mood. "okay, now I want you to massage with your index finger and your theumb, the part underneath your collarbone."What? That actually hurt alot."While you are doing that, look at the top of the whiteboard, and follow the point back and forth."I had such a headache after that."Okay. Take your fingers and put them on your top lip. Put your other hand on your back. Take the point your were just looking at, and when you breathe in, look down. When you breathe out, look up."I would have rather been reading. He then told us to sit down. "Cross your ankles. Now put your hands out in front of your, cross arms, and pull them into you."I knew I could do that so easily, and I did. I had no idea what he was going to have us do. "Say this over and over in your head. 'Tous les jours dans toutes las manières. Je vais de mieux en mieux.'"Every day in all weary ways. I do better and better.It hit me then. Why was I wasting my time worrying about all of the little things. I could be loving the people and things around me instead of searching for the next best thing. Because no matter what happens, things will get better.
ELVIS PRESELY'S DEATH
17 years ago




