Chapter Five: I've Got Rhythmic
Monday, August 29
Wow! I'm actually good at something! It's the dorkiest thing in the world, but at least it's not riverdancing. And at least it's an olympic sport. But, unfortunately, it *is*...
Rhythmic gymnastics.
But I'm good at it, and Kate's not. I'm actually good at something that Kate Sanders is not better than me at! After PE, Coach Kelly wanted to talk to me. She wants me to represent Hillridge Junior High at the rhythmic gymnastics competition thingy. It's after school this Thursday, which means i'm going to have to work really hard training this week. And Gordo's videotaping all of it. He's making a documentary all about it.
I'm already feeling stressed out about this competition and it's three days away. Everyone is acting like it's so important to them that I do well. Coach Kelly is acting like her career depends on it. Gordo wants his documentary to turn out well. Mom and Dad are so proud of me that I've finally found something I'm good at. Even I'm wanting myself to be better than Kate at just one thing. Miranda's the only one who hasn't been pushing me to the limit, but she hasn't been exactly... supportive of me, either.
I just can't take it any more! Maybe baking a batch of fudge brownies or having another private talk with Mr. Snuggles will help.
Thursday, September 1
I am so sorry I haven't written all week, not since Monday. I've just been way too busy. And I've barely slept since Monday either! Every spare second I've had, I've been practicing my rhythmic gymnastics routine. It'd be, like, totally different if I actually enjoyed the sport. But being as I don't, it was absolutely miserable.
All my stress and hard work payed off, though. Yeah, I won the competition and it felt great, but that's not why I'm saying it payed off. Something happened during the time it was my turn to perform and my hula hoop was gone. And even though it probably wasn't even two full minutes, it was enough time for me to figure out that I was doing the wrong thing. I was wasting my time doing stupid rhythmic gymnastics. I was making everybody happy but myself, and that wasn't right at all.
So, as soon as the competition was over, I went to Mom and Dad and told them everything and how I felt. They were great. They totally understood. They just want me to be happy. Maybe my parents aren't out to get me *all* the time. Just when I make them mad.
There has got to be something out there that I'm really good at besides rhythmic gymnastics. Okay, so it's probably not a sport, but it's something else. And some day, I know I'll figure it out. I *am* pretty good at accessorizing and I make really good fudge brownies... and I have finally mastered the art of eye liner. Plus, I'm really good at tormenting my little brother. And I have to admit, he is pretty good at tormenting me. Maybe that's a hereditary skill.
And, okay, they might not be any olympic events in those things, but there are plenty of good careers that have to do with them. I could be a fashion buyer... a pastry chef... a make up artist... or sit at home until I'm thirty making fun of Matt. But right now, I'm just happy being me, Lizzie McGuire.
Monday, August 29
Wow! I'm actually good at something! It's the dorkiest thing in the world, but at least it's not riverdancing. And at least it's an olympic sport. But, unfortunately, it *is*...
Rhythmic gymnastics.
But I'm good at it, and Kate's not. I'm actually good at something that Kate Sanders is not better than me at! After PE, Coach Kelly wanted to talk to me. She wants me to represent Hillridge Junior High at the rhythmic gymnastics competition thingy. It's after school this Thursday, which means i'm going to have to work really hard training this week. And Gordo's videotaping all of it. He's making a documentary all about it.
I'm already feeling stressed out about this competition and it's three days away. Everyone is acting like it's so important to them that I do well. Coach Kelly is acting like her career depends on it. Gordo wants his documentary to turn out well. Mom and Dad are so proud of me that I've finally found something I'm good at. Even I'm wanting myself to be better than Kate at just one thing. Miranda's the only one who hasn't been pushing me to the limit, but she hasn't been exactly... supportive of me, either.
I just can't take it any more! Maybe baking a batch of fudge brownies or having another private talk with Mr. Snuggles will help.
Thursday, September 1
I am so sorry I haven't written all week, not since Monday. I've just been way too busy. And I've barely slept since Monday either! Every spare second I've had, I've been practicing my rhythmic gymnastics routine. It'd be, like, totally different if I actually enjoyed the sport. But being as I don't, it was absolutely miserable.
All my stress and hard work payed off, though. Yeah, I won the competition and it felt great, but that's not why I'm saying it payed off. Something happened during the time it was my turn to perform and my hula hoop was gone. And even though it probably wasn't even two full minutes, it was enough time for me to figure out that I was doing the wrong thing. I was wasting my time doing stupid rhythmic gymnastics. I was making everybody happy but myself, and that wasn't right at all.
So, as soon as the competition was over, I went to Mom and Dad and told them everything and how I felt. They were great. They totally understood. They just want me to be happy. Maybe my parents aren't out to get me *all* the time. Just when I make them mad.
There has got to be something out there that I'm really good at besides rhythmic gymnastics. Okay, so it's probably not a sport, but it's something else. And some day, I know I'll figure it out. I *am* pretty good at accessorizing and I make really good fudge brownies... and I have finally mastered the art of eye liner. Plus, I'm really good at tormenting my little brother. And I have to admit, he is pretty good at tormenting me. Maybe that's a hereditary skill.
And, okay, they might not be any olympic events in those things, but there are plenty of good careers that have to do with them. I could be a fashion buyer... a pastry chef... a make up artist... or sit at home until I'm thirty making fun of Matt. But right now, I'm just happy being me, Lizzie McGuire.