Moving to School

I've decided it's time for me to begin to get into my story.  I'm sitting here at the computer . . . in a neon green shirt like I like to wear on Sunday afternoons, wrapped in a fleece blanket, listening to General Conference off iTunes to try to help me have the spirit with me (technology is amazing).  I really want to show everyone how much God works in our lives - even in a simple one like mine.  One thing I've really learned in the past few years is that everyone has trials.  Nobody is perfect.  And everyone has their own unique story, none of which are boring (if you care to listen).  Well, here is a little piece of my complicated and unique story.  


I wish I could put dates on all of these events I'll speak about, but I'm not good at remembering dates. Anywho, I remember being home schooled when I was younger, like I talked about in my Mother's Day post.  I remember thinking I was different because of it.  I remember really, really wanting to go to school.  I'm glad I didn't, though.  Eventually we moved a couple states away because of my dad's job, and we (all seven of my family members) were homeschooling in a little double trailer that smelled like cigarette smoke no matter what we did  on a tiny little street in a little town in the middle of nowhere.  That was a happy, easygoing period in our lives.  We would walk to the library for story time, ride our bikes up and down the street, jump on the neighbors trampoline, try to ignore the girls next door that would call to me while I was mowing the lawn.  Eventually we got a better house that was a little bigger with a bigger yard and some woods.  We were happy there (still are).  Then Mom realized she needed to go back to school.  I don't know about my siblings, but I had started slacking a little in my schooling.  Mom talked to us about going to public school.  By this time, I had changed my mind and wanted to stay home schooled, but it seemed like public school was where God wanted us to be.


It was a cold snowy day when we went to register for school.  It was during winter break after the first semester of my eighth grade year.  There were two school buildings - the junior-senior high school and the elementary school.  I was the only one of my siblings going to the high school.  Mom and I went in and talked to the guidance counselor, who did her best to make sure I would be well behaved and all.  Then we went and talked to the band director.  I had wanted to play in band for a long time.  He asked if I played an instrument, and we told him no, but I had a trumpet.  He said it was okay, and I've been in band since then.


School has really been a blessing to me in so many ways.  I will go into them more in detail later . . . but I know this is where God wants me to be.  I've overcome so much shyness, made amazing friends, learned so much from my classes, and on and on.  I've done things I never would've done anyway.  So be sure to listen to what God wants you to do.  Things work out better that way :)