I made A3. But I MADE IT!
There’s this really cool thing, called High Performance, and it’s like, the best 1,000 players in the nation, and I tried out for it… I’m actually one of the lucky ones, because I was at the last try-out of the year, so I only had to wait about a week to find out the results, but I’m really excited. Because they go up today for me. Today, at 3:00 MST. Which is 2:00 my time. Which was 5 minutes ago. Which is… I’m just nervous, ya know? I hope I make it. I hope so much.
We had a bomb threat today.
Entire school got evacuated. We just sat in the back field… waiting. None of us knew what was going on. And none of my teachers knew either. It got to the point where the media knew before we did.
Nothing ended up happening. No bomb. That I know of at least. But, what if there was one? I just have to wonder, because if there had been, boom. National news. But now it’s just another kid trying to get out of a test.
The worst part? The waiting, and the not knowing. I knew everyone I cared about was safe, but I didn’t know why we had left. My teachers didn’t know. Stuff like this, it needs to be common knowledge at the site. Oh, what’s going on? Just a bomb threat, they’re searching the school. Don’t worry. Anything. Anything is better than not knowing.
I’m just happy nothing actually happened.
Ok, so you see this folder?
I’m going to take every person’s URL that reblogs this and I’m going to create a document with it.
Then, I’m going to pair you up with another URL, and every day I will pick a new pair of numbers. URL1 will then become URL2’s Tumblr Stalker.
THAT’S RIGHT. EVERYONE GETS A STALKER.
EVERYONE NEEDS A STALKER.