Me: What would you do if you woke up and some guy was sleeping at the end of your bed?
Angel: Well, one, I would be like, "What the HECK?", and two, I would check if he's cute...
See You at the Pole was great.
I woke up a bit earlier, ate the huge breakfast I prepared the night before, then my dad took me in to school early so I could get there to pray before school starts. (My bus is usually late.)
I was the only person there, as I expected. So I sat on the bench that circles the flagpole and prayed. At about 7:15 a classmate, Jen, approached me (as she was walking up the walkway) and asked me if today was See You at the Pole. I told her it was, that's what I was doing, and yes, there was no one else. "Awkward," she said with a nervous laugh. Then she told me that she was going to put her lunch in her locker, and she'd be back. And she was. I can't tell you how proud of her I was right then, even though I haven't talked to her since eighth grade. My respect for her has gone up so much.
If only everyone had the courage she had. I know for a fact that there are a number of Christians (and Catholics) at my school. It made me kind of sad that we were the only ones at the flagpole. I'm sure that some of them just didn't know about it, and I wish that I had done more to spread the word, but how many people saw that there were only two people sitting around that pole, and just passed by? How many people are ashamed of their faith?
I feel like I need to say something profound to close those two paragraphs, but I honestly cannot think of anything.
Oh, man, I'm starting to get hungry. This fast is going to be brutal in about half an hour. Must drink more water to fill myself up! (That's been my tactic all day.)
I'm excited for youth tonight. And after that especially, because that's when I'm going to end my fast! *drools*