Soooo Behind

That's what happens when you're sick all week. I missed a math test, two anatomy tests, and a spanish test. This coming week, the schedules are so effed up. It's going to be such a pain to figure out how to catch up. I started to work on my math test today. I did one page of the calculator part xD So not really anything lol.  The anatomy I have to come in for before school. FML. I AM NOT A MORNING PERSON! Why don't my teachers understand that. There's a district in my state that offers night schools. I really wish I went there instead. They have class from 3:30 - 9:30. That would work perfectly for me. Perfectly. And my spanish, haha.What a joke. So I've got all that to make up, plus upcoming tests this week. I'm going to miss my history for a band competition. Great. Just another thing to make up. And I had this HUGE packet of question for English. 60 something to be exact haha. I got through over half of it, but it was ridiculous. All the quesitons required in dept answers. Blech! Stupid school. A little over a year and I'll be done! Well, with high school. Thank God!
Well on top of everything that's been going on, I had an amazing night tonight. I went to my youth group again. I've been once this entire semester, when I normally go every week. I've just had so much going on that I couldn't avoid. I had lessons with my friend that were scheduled during that time. Then I had band concerts. But I went again today.
You have to realize I've been fighting with my faith a lot recently. So I haven't been to church lately. Probably not since I started on my reckless faze. That started back in January when all I wanted to do was stupid shit like party and get wasted. I started drinking more. Not doing what I was suppose to. Sneaking out all the time. And I stopped going to church. I lost all desire for it. I felt that I was happier without that in my life. That this lifestyle could bring me all the happiness I needed. I've learned recently thought that it doesn't. It's fun, but it gets old fast. And the people I'm around, I can't stand. Yet the people in my youth group. Those people are truly amazing.
I love my youth group. I feel loved there. I feel welcome there. I don't have to be anyone. Do anything in particular. I don't have to say the "right" things. Do the "right" things. Look the "right" way. I can be me. And they love me, for me. I can't explain how vital it is to be in an environment like that. But nothing compares. Nothing.
So I went back, not really wanting to go. I went throught that faze and lost connection with my faith. And inevitably, everything that connected me with these people. But I went anyway because there's this bond I have there. It's another home. I know I belong there. I can't explain it, but I belong with these people. They're my family. I went back not feeling quite comfortable. Whenever I tried to say something, it just didn't come out right. My friend Dan kept encouraging me though. Telling me to speak up. Well we had an amazing lesson, on just two verses. Two! It really brought me back to my faith. Why I love this religion. How it guides me.
And the family that supports me, I forgot how much I needed them. How much I loved them. They're each perfect to me. Every single one of them. Tina. Sarah. Rex. Zach. Grace. Danielle. Kaity. David. John. and Dan. All of them. I love them (:
And I love the way they care for me. How they love me. How they genuinely smile when they see me.

And how they love God. It inspires me. They're my role models. Truly.

God is love.