But My story actually has to do with how I evaded it! I was going to be fair and go in order of who posted first with answering questions, but Heidi's question about my lip disease was too good to put off. (You guys are asking fabulous questions by the way.) But I'll recap the whole story for those who didn't get the first part of it:
So there's inter-server chatting, and it's all the kids ever do once they get to Computer class. The teacher says we're not allowed, but she doesn't really care, nor do any of the teachers, so it's quite rampant. So, while I'm still relatively new at this chatting thing(Tongan's call it texting), this stranger gets on and talks to me. He wouldn't tell me his name, or how old he was or anything, and no one in my class knew who he was. I finally bullied his name out, but I still had no idea who he was. One day, though, he got on and basically said, "Will you meet me in the back of the gym and make out with me? Because I need to be around people with higher standards." (Uh, and that will help your standards...how?) I hope you believe in me enough to know I said no to him. Naturally. Then he asked me why. "Is it because you don't know me?" (duh)
This is where my red horns and tail start to grow.
I answered, "Partly, but it's also because I have this lip disease and I would hate to pass it along." The next few days/weeks entailed conversations where he said some nice but funny things, like, "Can I do anything about it?" "Does it hurt? I can't stand it when people are in a lot of pain..." "Have you prayed about being healed?" "I'll check and see if I have any creams at home for you..." And my personal favorite, "Well, at least your lips don't look like they're infected or anything..." He even asked me the name of my disease, and I tried to evade that one for as long as I could, until I couldn't, I just made one up. End of part 1.
After a while, he completely stopped texting me, but I still wondered who he was. Then one morning, at one of our practices for the temple program, my friend introduced me and Michelle to two boys sitting nearby. When she said, "That's Charlie," I was entirely surprised, because he is the Stake president's son, and he's in form 4 (equivalent of 10th grade), and he'd been talking to me lately, but I hadn't known his name. Luckily for me, I acted indifferent and figured it would all take care of itself. Then a few days later at yet another practice, we were sitting next to each other, and he asked me the name of my disease again. I started to laugh and then apologized because it was all made up. He wasn't really mad, because for one thing, he said he hadn't believed me (yeah right), and for another, he deserved it! But it all turned out great in the end because I had a great laugh, and now we're friends, and I don't think he wants to kiss me anymore. Which is good, because I don't really want to kiss anyone, let alone a tenth grader. End of part 2
I hope you find that as funny as I do, because I still laugh about it when I think about it, and it happened forever ago. I'll answer some more of your questions soon!
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That is an amazingly funny story. HOLY COW!!! I think i'm going to do that IF i get a girlfriend. But come to think of it, i don't think i would want to make out in the back of the gym either. so i guess i would never do that.
Hey April! Wow, talking about laughing fit. Funny, it kina reminds me of my Jack story . . . Anyway, I know I should be emailing this to you, but everyone said blogging was faster: we need to get together ASAP to talk about BYU and rooming. :) Do you have IM? That would be the easiest. Write back soon! Love you forever, and good job on making good choices!
Since I can't comment on the sidebar itself, I hope you won't mind a comment about the Vahenga over here. Anyway, I just wanted to say that when we went to the dedication on Sunday night, a lady told us that everyone watching the night before had pointed out "Makamaile's daughter" doing that Tau'lunga (I hope that's the right word). I tried to explain that there were two of you that had been shown, but it probably would have been hard to notice the differences and you were never in the same shot (as far as I could tell). Anyway, you were both featured for about 20 seconds straight (each).
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