Yesterday and Monday I was climbing the mountain, covered in sweat and extremely stressed out. Today, I stand tall and proud on top of Mt. Hell.
On Monday when I climbed into our Buick Rendezvous at well after nine o’clock at night, I choked back my tears and told my mother about my hectic day. School, homework, cross-country, dinner (a packed dinner that I ate in the cafeteria), and then musical rehearsal from five o’clock to nine-thirty.
I got home on Monday, helped my mother write a few emails to some teachers, and then went to my room to prepare for the next day. At ten-thirty, I turned in, barely over an hour since I had arrived home.
Yesterday my coach told me to take today off. YES! I can go home today! *does happy dance*
Tomorrow I begin my treacherous journey back down Mt. Hell.


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