when the sun goes down

The year was over. Summer was here. Even though I was 16 I still didnt have my license. But I got my first job. I was a lifeguard. I can testify that lifeguarding is the best job any teenager could ask for. I met so many great people and made so many great friends. Not to mention all the boys that check you out while you're on your stand! All the 14 year old boys.... and 40 year old men. Ugh. I guess thats what I got for working at a kiddie pool (North Shore). But I still had fun. We always had work parties and got into all sorts of mischief with our boss. I remember at one work party we rented a cotton candy maker! Best party ever. And we watched a movie on the water. We always had so much food. It was amazing. This was also the summer I started dating Brad (I changed his name to keep things a mystery). He was charming. He drove a big, sexy, red jeep. And had pretty eyes. He always took me on the funnest dates, 4 wheeling in Morgan, dinner all the time, Jazz games, too see fireworks, and the Toby Keith concert. We dated for about 5 months (not exclusively). And for some reason... I just wasn't crazy about him. He was nice and funny. But I didn't want it to go anywhere. I think after a period of time I get sick of boys. Why am I like this? It's so odd. Anyway, in August I totaled my sisters car.... oops. Sorry. I guess I didn't see the stopped car in front of me. I still didn't have my license and a couple weeks later I turned 17. My friends and I had an awesome summer. And before we knew it, school was starting again. It's such an exciting time at the beginning of the year. Mostly for one reason, shopping. School was going just fine. But after a couple months we got so sick of school. And by this time most of us had cars (not me) so of course, we took advantage of that sweet opportunity. We sluffed school. A lot. I think its safe to say we sluffed everyday. Not the whole day, just one class. We would go to Boones and get those amazing oreo shakes. Or we would go to the park. I never was a fan of the park but Katie, Maddie, and Kels loved it. So I went along. Which was a bad idea. Ya see, the park is right between my house and my sisters house. So of course I get caught.... by my mom. I saw her coming down the road so I tried hiding in the car but she saw me. She flung open the door and said "get your butt in the car! I'm taking you to school!". I was trying not to laugh. My mom was trying ever harder. Oh, and the whole time this is going on there was a pack of construction workers watching it all. A little embarrassing. But we laughed about it. Around February I donated blood at my school for the first time. Not the best experience. But it was good. One day after school my mom gave me a letter, from the sender it said Elder Morgan. Huh? Elder Morgan? I dont know anyone with that name! So I opened it up and he sent a picture of himself. I had no idea who that person was at all. Or how he knew me. After staring at the picture for a couple mintues it hit me..... Spenser from Tennessee!! My brother Casey met a kid in his area while serving in Tennessee and gave him my number. This was in ninth grade. We wrote letters and talked on the phone a couple times. We only wrote for maybe 3 months. But the letters stopped coming. And I hadn't heard from him until now. How did he get my address? He was serving with one of Coltons best friends who was pretty much my brother. Small world huh? So we started writing again for a couple months but stopped after a while. I'm not even sure what mission he is in anymore. School went by again. I still hung out with my old crush and those guys once and a while. Their hang out place was Pilot, the gas station on 12th. Not too far from my house so joined them on occasion. Junior year was fun. Lots of sluffing. But all worth it.

sophomore year continued...

(If you haven't read the first entry, please scroll down and read before reading more)

So we all had crushes. Crushes that lasted a good month. After getting to know these boys it was over. We liked them as people but nothing else. Most of them became my brothers. It was actually the night they taught us how to sneak out that we stopped liking them. But for their sake, we wont get into detail. I think it was about this time when Fremont High students got the terrible news about our friend, Jed. He was my brothers age and my really good friends older brother. He got in a car accident. I will never forget that. I will never forget going to my friends house the day after it happened. That feeling in her house. Love and the spirit. It will stay with me forever. Tracking off subject, my crush gave me my famous nickname, BB2. Well... it was actually his older, graduated friends who gave me that name. I remember them calling my at 2 in the morning on school nights. I had never even met these boys! They would call and text all the time. My crush also took me on my very first date. We went ice skating, then to his friends house. He was really nervous to pick me up. He called and told me to come outside.... No my crush, you come to the door. So he came. On this night, my cousin happend to be at my house. Now, my cousin has a lot of character, a lot. For those who know him, you will find this story very pleasing, you will probably chuckle or find a slight grin to your lips. So there we are at my front door ready to leave, when my cousin turns the corner (by the way, they are the same age) with a gun over his shoulder, an army hat on his head, and a smirk on his face. He looks at my crush and in a pirate sounding voice pleasingly says "hmmm.... we have an intruder...." he sounded like that hunter on Tarzan. Oh boy.... time to leave, and we were gone. The date was fun even though he was nervous. Boys shouldnt be nervous for dates. If you are a boy and you are reading this, dont ever be nervous. The girl is just as nervous as you are. There is no need. Anyway, that year went on. In about February I got my first official boyfriend, it lasted about a month. He was from Weber. Very good looking, kinda psycho. He told my family he had a full ride scholarship to Weber State to play football. Huge lie. Isn't it funny how some boys are so scared to just be themselves? Its really sad actually. But boys will be boys right? The rest of sophomore year went by smoothly. Listening to The Way I Live, laying on the track mat, meeting other senior boys on the track mat... :) At my brothers graduation, I was so sad that they were leaving. They made school fun. What was I going to do without them?

I am a student.

I am a student. A high school student. A senior. With only 3 months left of the "glory years". Bah. High school was never what I expected it to be. I came into high school as an excited, scared, and naive girl. Actually, I still am. My genius goal of being straight A student was crushed after the first quarter. You know the best thing about being a sophomore girl is? The senior boys. Am I right or what? They look like men.... but you can actually date them this time. And that was scary. I remember quite vividly a certain "man" who was a senior. He had so much facial hair and he was huge. What a man. What a sexy man. What a sexy, scary man. I never talked to him. Just gawked. I wish I could blame the senior boys for my born rebelion. Because I never would have found that rebelious side if it wasn't for them. And of course, the best thing about the senior boys was... my brother was friends with all of them. Thats right, sleepovers always welcome! Not. Once I got into high school my mother had a strict no double sleepover rule. He could have them the night I didnt. Same the other way. It was okay though. I still enjoyed them. We had the best of times ever, my brother and I... plus some. We all did everything together. Everyone paired off with their crushes. They taught us how to sluff class, sneak out at night, the way to frog rock, sneak into elementarys. Looking back now I realize nobody ever kissed their crush. Maybe some hand holding, a little cuddle, late night texting. But that was it. I'm glad it went that way. Some might wonder if it was awkward for my brother.... his friend hitting on his little sister.... but I dont think it was. But as for me? Ha.... nobody gets near my brother. I did my best not to let my friends like my brother. For some odd reason I got so fired up about it. Maybe it was because I knew them better. I dont know. I have to say I had the best crush though. He made me laugh so much. He sang for me, played his guitar, tried to teach me to play. It was fun. Now most of these boys are on their missions. I still keep in touch. Well thats it for part one of sophomore year, high school memoirs. I have school tomorrow.