After all of the many weeks of stressing about my schedule next year, here's what I'm going to do, God willing.
Six classes, instead of seven.
Online Elective, possibly that will count for college credit.
I had planned on ixnaying my study hall and opting instead to add a second elective, probably an English, more probably something to knock out a base college course, for the sole purpose of thus- that the more courses I take and the higher my average in all of them, the better my resume and therefore my shot at val/sal.
That's stupid. That's pure pride. What's not prideful is that there is not a doubt in my mind that I'll get into whatever college I want to go to, it's not like I'm applying to Harvard or Yale... no matter how fabulous that would be. So if I'm going to get in, despite whether or not I beat out the academic genius that is the person of my best friend, Nicole Wilson, for valedictorian, or excel above the new kid Justin, who is uncomfortably close behind Nicole and I, why does it matter so much to me? Obviously, I want to be the best. But I want to earn it, and if Nicole or Justin prevail, more power to them. I'll get third, and that's okay, because it will have been what I deserved. (I'm not going to mention how if I HADN'T skipped first grade and if I were in the class I'm supposed to be I'd have valedictorian without even trying. Nope, not even going to mention it.) There's no point in this train of thought: I need to get val or sal in order to get into college. No, I WILL get into college, and I'll get into a good college, and I'll study there just as I studied in highschool, and it won't matter whether or not I got valedictorian of my graduating class, because if I am where God wants me to be, then that's just it. I'm where God wants me to be and I got there how He planned.
However, this is all to make room for basketball. I had pretty much determined that I wasn't going to play, a) because of my ankle and b) because of my seven classes that require a 95 or above. (I'm not letting go of special distinction. Ask me to let go of val/sal, just don't ask me to let go of SD.) Basketball + One Act Play + Seven Honors Classes + Track + Oral Interpretation + Competitive Essays + a hot pursuit of God = oh snap, Lydia is a basketcase. There's no reason to put myself through that and still expect to excel in all areas. If I let go of basketball, I could make room for academics, and consequentially, my pride. Elbow the pride out however and there is room for a hobby that I actually do enjoy to a rather healthy extent. Basketball makes me happy, it balances out the hyperactive mental processes that I have and allows me to plug into a different outlet. Why give that up? I had planned on it, but today I was up at the school and Coach Roberts asked if I was coming back to Piedmont next year, and if I was planning on playing basketball for him. That did it. I couldn't say no, but I didn't say yes. I said I'd think about it. I've also got this ankle to be concerned about. So here's the plan that took altogether too long to get around to:
I'm going to practice with the team this summer. A few weeks of daily practice in June, 25 or so workouts, three days of camp (oh my flippin gosh. basketball camp = love.), and the post-summer scrimmage. I'll just see if my ankle is going to hold out. If it doesn't, and I re-injur it, I've got the rest of the summer to recuperate, and I'll know that basketball is not in store for me, and I can go back to my seven precious classes. If my ankle does hold though, I'll take six classes, have a study hall, and manage my time like nobody's business. It's going to be hard, just as hard as it was freshman year, harder, in fact, because I'll have a real sixth class instead of a crip, but this year of homeschooling I think has prepared me for that. I know how to study. I know how to manage my time. I know how to set and make weekly deadlines and goals for myself. My OCD about organization has gotten worse, which is code for better, because you can never be too organized. I'm just ready. I'm ready for a busy year, and I'm ready to SUCCEED in a busy year, and I'm ready to glorify God by being well-rounded. I'm just ready for this.
All in all, it's a lot of words for a little fact:
Down with my pride, up with God's plan.