  This week and this weekend have been horrible. Horrible might be an understatement. In between the night of Prom and Sunday, my great-aunt Florence passed away. I wish I could tell you all the great stories about her. Like her name implies, she was a delicate and beautiful, positively radiant. She was probably one of the most caring, compassionate, and loving people I have ever met to date.
If you just moved into the neighborhood, she would offer you help with money when you needed it even though youre a complete stranger to her. I remember eating a million meals at her house and I cant recall a bad dinner. That woman would cook forever if you showed any sign or hint of being a bit hungry. I remember one time she made a grill cheese that was so perfect. Thats high praise indeed coming from a kid who has had his share of grilled cheese sandwiches. Every dinner, she would light up when there was a crowd.
She was happy filling the stomachs of her children, grandchildren, and other relatives with delicious food. Not only was she a cook, but she was also a great person. My great-aunt Florence had a wonderful connection with every person she met, weaving us all into a great beautiful tapestry. That connection still flows through all the people that had the fortune to meet her. That connection is love. We would all be lucky to live such lives.
To find someone that you love and care for with all your heart and they return that love and back fully to you. That you should settle down in a community that you love. Ultimately, somewhere down this crazy road called life, you will find love, no matter whether youre looking or not. This is an ode to my great-aunt Florence. May your soul rest in peace and I will forever love you. I didnt get to say Good-Bye or I love you one last time, but we still have that connection of love.
I will still have all those memories of you, those everlasting pictures inside my head. I will always love you. Monday, the tennis team played Shelbyville for the second time. We won again, but this time wasnt a complete shutout. I couldnt help feeling like a jerk when I left. The kid I played Monday was the same kid that I played the last time.
Let me put this delicately. This kid shouldnt have been playing tennis. I mean that in a nice way. Some of my shots were so slow that any regular player would cream me, but the kid could hardly make it to the ball at times. I won pretty quickly, but then I had to prepare myself to feel even more like a jerk. I play doubles with Will Kersey and guess that shows up onto the court, the same kid I played in singles along with a kid who I think has cerebral palsy.
Great. Im going to Hell for this one, I think to myself. Will and I won pretty quickly, but I still felt like a jerk about it. Tuesday, we played Macarthur. I dont think anyone won any of their matches. Wednesday and Thursday, our practices were cut short due to rain.
Wednesday, I found out that my grandfather has been diagnosed with lung cancer and my great-aunts funeral is Friday, which is also the day of the Central State Eight tournament. This produces a small problem, but long story short I was able to go to both of them. Rohan and me did all right, but we lost both of our matches. On the bright side, I didnt have to wake up early today to go play tennis. Wednesday, I was victim to theft of money. Before strength training, I had $30 in my wallet.
When I go to get a Mountain Dew (By the way, I lasted about a week and three days on my fast), my wallet is completely devoid of any green. Naturally, Im flabbergasted and incredibly pissed off. Had you put boxing gloves on my fists, I would have killed someone in that moment. The odd thing is that this is the second time this has happened to me and I have had my locker combination changed. The first time it was only five lousy dollars, but theres a lot you can do with thirty bucks. Luckily, the thieving little bastard left the change in my pocket.
Funny, he was that desperate for money to get into my locker and steal the money out of my wallet, but does not take the change. I reported it to Mr. Action Jackson, but truthfully I doubt that Ill ever know who stole my money. I had enough to buy a Mountain Dew. Just think how pissed off I would have been without my daily Mountain Dew. Do you remember when they used to chop off a thiefs hand if he was caught? That image runs through my head for one instant, then BAM!
Its gone. I become the calm little center of the world once I feel the cold refreshing taste of Mountain Dew hitting my tongue. Immediate tranquility. Chemicals and electric messages of bliss are sent throughout my body, relaxing me somewhat. Meg was gone for a good deal of the week. She left Wednesday for envirothon, and didnt get back until Thursday.
She left Friday for the band trip, but before she did, I got to kiss her good-bye, twice. I was sitting down in Mr. Schmitz, and as always, I was doing nothing in particular. I watched the band loading the buses through the window. I saw Meg, an idea popped into my head. After she loaded her luggage into the bus, she headed back towards the Science Wing doors. Acting quickly, I asked Mr. Schmitz if I could go to my locker.
Instead of going to my locker, I headed straight for the band room. Im such a rebel. She came out of the band room, looking quite surprised to see me. I told simply I had to say good-bye and I love you for one time before she left. You can call me corny, or a hopeless romantic, but I needed to see her one last time. I would like to think that I have left a lasting impression on Meg.
God, I love her. If I had one dying wish (Im not dying, this all is hypothetical. ), I would wish that you all would find someone that you love and care for the way that I do for Meg and she does for me. But many of you may ask yourselves Is this really love? Can two juniors in high school actually love each other? Well my friends, love knows no boundaries nor does it have an age limit.
You can either believe my words or not. Both Friday and Saturday, I have stayed home basically because the lack of anything to do or any body to do anything with. So I sit here, dwelling over the weeks past events and wondering about the week to come. I wish you all a good night and a good morning. 
