Courtney's Cauldron

A few years ago, my older sister got a class ring! It wasn’t super shmancy or anything, just a simple gold band with some decorations that suited her. It’s accented with her birthstone too. She wears it ALL THE TIME. I remember when she first brought home the packet to order them, I was so pumped that in two and a half-ish years, it would be MY turn.

So today, we finally got the packets and a website to design them. Practically the second I arrived at my house, I was on the computer. My dad watched as I registered and started designing my very own class ring…then I saw the birthstone for June. It’s not super ugly, some people might love it… but to me the “alexandrite” stone is just some ugly grayish color. I was devastated. My sisters’ birthstone was gorgeous, my favourite color even, and my little brother’s was uber awesome too, but mine was GRAY.

Needless to say, I gave up on trying to design around this grayish color, I changed to a red, January’s birthstone, and my favourite color. The (many) rings I designed were amazing, and really pleased me, but I’m still upset that I couldn’t use MY birthstone, especially since in reality, the birth”stone” for June is really a pearl.

I actually had a lot of fun, though. I got to see and play with my parent’s class rings (which are very similar, considering there was only one style back in the days of the dinosaurs.) My mom’s old ring actually fit me (it wasn’t a perfect fit though) and my dad’s ring…fell off my thumb. It didn’t even fit on his pinky finger anymore- but it fit my little sister’s hand… *cough*

When I was showing my little sister my ring designs, I could see the desire in her eyes. She wanted one. She wanted to make one of her own, so that she could wear it around. I shared an inner laugh with myself, because I had felt the same thing. She’s just going to have to wait another couple years, then she could come and show off her ring. My little brother had a similar look…oops, maybe I should have waited a few more (like, six) years to show him. Now he’s going to want one for an eternity.

~Courtney

Thats right- it’s Monday. Why do we go to school on Mondays? It’s a question I often wonder (mainly on Monday morning) After all, nobody is awake on Mondays. Nobody is focusing and Nobody cares. Monday is the cursed day of torture that we all must endure. Why why why are we forced to go to school on Mondays!!!?????

I hate Mondays if you couldn’t tell. I suppose that is why they exist, one day of the week has to be the worst.

In case you haven’t noticed, I pretty much used ever word I know that means “bad” or at least all the ones I (think) I can spell.

~Courtney

Today, I stepped into the shower fully clothed and looked down at my feet. I looked back up and tried to remember what I was attempting to do. Then realized I meant to get on the scale.

Yesterday, while I was on the phone with a friend she screamed, “Oh my gosh! a spider!” To which I jumped on my bed and screamed, “where?!” The spider was, obviously, at her house.

~Courtney