Hey guys!! This week has been a mess. We'll call my friend in this story Catty. On Tuesday, Catty didn't bring her violin, remembering that her orchestra teacher told them there would be no orchestra on the first week of school after the break. Apparently, the teacher's plans had changed, so there actually was orchestra. Catty freaked out, and rushed to the office to call her grandma to bring her violin. After she called her grandma, she started to feel dizzy, and her stomach started to hurt. I got told all this during gymnastics at vault. To include in the conversation, I told Catty about the time during Thanksgiving break when I was doing my Reading Plus homework and I started to think my friend's plane had crashed (she was traveling to NYC) I kept worrying, and then I couldn't breathe. This was all inconvenient since I couldn't concentrate on my homework at all. Anyway, Catty said, "What about me? I could've been in the hospital!" Even though Catty was standing right in front of me, I freaked out. I mean, I kept imaging her with a really bad disease and then I would imagine her dying. I couldn't breathe, my heart jumped to my throat and I could hear it beating. This didn't help the fact that right now I'm working on getting my vault back. I made my coach mad since I couldn't get over the vault, and landed myself in the lower level for the rest of practice. I might be getting a therapist.
