Whoo. It's been quite a week.
I came on mostly to write about the new things that happened to me in the last few days.
Ok, so #1: I jumped off a 10 metre diving board. Can you say adrenaline rush? I was hyperventilating for 20 minutes after. So here's how it happened:
I'm taking a lifesaving course in the morning for this last week and next week. It's fun. I know some of the stuff already, but some is new. Our exam is next Friday afternoon. We were told that for our exam, we have to be able to jump off the 5 metre diving board for this compact jump thing (it's�a way to get to a victim in water if you're jumping from high up). So our instructor let us practice on Friday. We all did the 5 with no problem (I love doing it. Why? Ask the madwoman that is my inner self). Then our instructor let us play around on the boards. There are two 3 metres, one 5 metre, and a 10 metre. Only three people chose to go off the ten: my friend Katherine, a girl named Bronte and another girl (who landed with her arms flat--OUCH!). Everyone else was on the 5 and 3s. So everything's wrapping up, and I'm the only one left who wants to go. I ask my instructor to go one more time and he says sure, because we're early anyways. So I start climbing up.. and up.. and up. I had only planned to go on the 5, but made one of those stupid spur-of-the-moment decisions that make me so charming (). So I keep climbing, all the way up to the 10. By the time I get up there, I'm shaking and hyperventilating (there were gaps between the steps and you could see ALL the way down). I was grabbing the handrail for dear life right after I passed the 5.
So there I am, on the very highest open platform intended for jumping I have ever been on. I was still shaking. I was questioning my sanity. I swear to God that I was considering telling my parents to institutionalise me--once I got down. Which was my immediate problem. The kicker is, I had a huge, huge audience. All the swimming lessons had just finished, so all the kids, their teachers, my lifesaving class, the other one, the lifeguards, and the parents were watching me. And calling encouragement up to me. Which created an incredible amount of pressure. There were several counts of "Ok, Anna, on 3, jump! One... two... three!" with no response from or effect upon me. I debated just climbing back down the stairs, but since I'm as stubborn as all�hell and the demons therein, I refused to let myself. So I stepped up to the edge, crossed myself, and jumped. The one thought I remember having? "Sh*t. This is SO New Moon." Typical me. I flew. I fell. I hit the water, which didn't hurt at all, surprisingly. And the crazy rush made it worth the fear. Againagainagain!!
New thing numero dos: I saw a firefly for the first time. Why is this pivotal? Because it's a freaking firefly. I never even believed they existed until I saw one, due to the fact that it just seemed so improbable. Honestly: bugs with lights on their rears? Oh yeah. They live with the green-spotted unicorn in my backyard. It was so pretty. It felt like a movie--the only other place I'd ever seen one before. But what they tell you in the movies are wrong: their lights do not look like those charming incandescent lamps. Nope. Halogen all the way. It looked like the new Christmas lights my parents bought�last year. That's really ok, though. A firefly!... I'm going to be incredulous over that one for a while.
And lastly, but importantly, my first shooting star. I didn't even think those existed either. But I happened to be looking up last night at my friend's country house when we were on her boat on the lake, and I was the only one who saw it. It was beautiful. Gorgeous. Otherworldly (duh. It's a star.) . But seriously, one of the prettiest things I've ever seen. What did I wish for? Lo siento. Can't say. That would ruin it, wouldn't it? But anyone who knows me well would know. Tant pis pour moi. It really is the thing I want most, though....
So there're the Amazing Adventures of Annabel the Awesome (haha, I just wanted another A-word in there). Haha, my life is so boring. I actually just wrote a journal entry about seeing my first firefly. Heehee. I'm pathetic.
Book suggestion: Wuthering Heights, by Emily Bronte. If only to complain with me about how loathesome all the characters are. Honestly. Good book, though.
Goodbye for now!
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