English Hippies

Hello. It has been a while; two weeks. My apologies for not writing last week. I was feeling fastidiously lazy if I remember correctly. It had been a very long week. As has this one. I do not remember much about these past two weeks. Just that I got to be the first student to put a picture on the yearbook at my school. I was pretty happy about it. I also made a time sequence photo of one of the boys in my flight on his bike. It took me hours to figure out photo shop, but it looks pretty cool I think. (I cannot show you because it is in the yearbook.)  Yesterday I got in a fight with my friend. I don't know when he will speak to me again to be honest, so it looks like I will have to make some changes to my schedule. We usually eat breakfast and lunch together, walk to fifth period together and do science together. But now he is angry at me so I guess I'll eat breakfast alone or with someone else, lunch with Cowboy and Courtney, walk to fifth alone or with someone else, and do science work by myself. Cowboy says that he will come around eventually. Colonel says that there is something bigger going on. (My friend blew up at me for something small. He says he hates me though so yeah.) It hurts a lot to be hated by someone you care about, so let's not mention this to me in person. My friends Amanda, Cowboy and Courtney are good though. They love me even though I'm "random" and "weird" and "a nerd" and "lame" etc. Just thinking about t makes me chilly. Colonel loves me too. And the boy's soccer coach, who earlier yesterday offered me a job on the team. (Actually, it was the job my friend has so yeah...we might be working together. Awkies.)
In English we had a Socratic Seminar. It was like...a hippy convention. It was silly but you know what? I needed the distraction. The whole class sat in a circle and discussed Martin Luther King's letter from Birmingham jail. We read between the lines and honestly I felt really silly. MLK alluded to Shadrack, Meshack and Abednego though so I had the opportunity to tell their story to the entire class. A boy named Josiah told the story with me and I was like, OMG YOU KNOW THE STORY TOO! YOU'RE AMAZING.
I didn't say that verbally but my eyes and smile might have expressed that sentiment. I do not know much about Josiah. He hangs out with the pacifist in the class, he talks super smart sometimes and he has a verse from Job on the back of his letterman jacket. Sometimes he watches me from across the room. I don't know why. I'm afraid to talk to him  because when I see him, I see a boy who used to be my friend but was a jerk and that ended badly...(Totally different person; similar faces though.) Also t seems like when I make friends I end up meeting people that are just broken and they end up hurting me because they have issues. I don't know if I end up with broken friends because I look for them, or if they look for me, or if it is Divine Providence or what. But that's what happens. Mom is always like stop making friends with broken people but you can't tell they are broken until it is too late to decide not to be their friend. What's a girl to do? I should write a poem. But I don't know what to write. So I guess I will just post this and be outta here. If you guys have any poem Ideas, let me know and I will try to please you.