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Gotta Go Fast!

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This week has been really speedy. I don't mean like going by really fast, but I've been constantly having to stay on my toes. This isn't necessarily a bad thing, but compared to my normal slow-paced life, I'm not used to having to rush on anything. But hey, new opportunities have been opened!

To start this week off, I celebrated my birthday early at my grandparent's from my dad's side of the family. (I'm mostly around my mom's side, but they still wanted to see me for my birthday. However, I have things planned then.) I was already told by my mother that she couldn't afford the dinosaur costume, which lead to an important decision to make when my grandparents gave me birthday money. My dad had apparently hinted to them earlier that I had my heart set on an airbrush kit for 6 months, (which is true) so they gave me the money I needed. The airbrush kit would cost a little more than the dinosaur costume, so I was given 140$. I decided to get the airbrush kit, because I figured I could always earn the money back if I sold T-shirts at my school when it started. However, when we bought it, the hoses weren't compatible with the air compressor. So then, we had to go all over the place just to find an adapter for it. The closest we found was at an O'Reilly's, but it wasn't an exact fit. So, I'll have to manage with a slow leak. Not only that, but it took us a few hours to figure out how the airbrush itself works. Not only that, but I'll have to get my paints online. Man, it's hard to get tools set up! How do mechanics deal with it?

Then came tennis. I had completely forgotten about it over the summer, so I ended up missing the signups. Because of my forgetfulness, this obviously resulted in getting chewed out by my parents for ill-preparation. We called the board of education, who gave us the coach's email, so I had to send an email to her. My mom also called the local tennis center to see if we could contact the coach. The coach mentioned what papers I needed filled out, and when practice was. (Since tennis is such a small sport in my school, you don't need to try out unless you want in varsity.) Also that to join, I need to pay 128$. Since my parents are out of money at the moment, I'm going to have to take some out of my savings. My dad said he would pay me back, but I never like having less than 100$ in my account. Not to mention, I'll need a racket and shoes. The shoes will thankfully be a gift from my grandma, and I may have to buy a used racket. We also thought that the practice would be tomorrow.

Not only that, but come to find out, I need a physical exam from a doctor or a clinic even to be allowed on the courts. Since my parents were at work, and all the way out in Columbus, they told me to call my grandma to take me to the clinic in CVS, and to take money because it DOES cost. So, we get there, and I start filling out the appointment sheet at the kiosk. As I was filling it out, the nurse notified my that if I made an appointment, then it would be scheduled after lunch. I was fine with this, of course since the day was still somewhat early. Yet, as I'm talking to her, we are told that I need a parent or legal guardian with me, and my grandmother wouldn't count. We explained the situation, and she recommended the clinic in Huber heights since my mom was in Columbus. That way, we could meet her half way, and it closes at 8. (my mom usually gets off work around 6-7.) However, we would have to schedule the appointment around 6:30 or earlier. I call my mom, and let her know, but then she brings up our family doctor since we may be able to get it done that way. (He isn't exactly by the books, so he probably wouldn't ask for a parent or guardian. Besides, he knows all of us.) And so, we drive down there.

We get there, and we are told that he is booked all day. Explaining the situation, we were able to be squeezed in. However, I had to call my mom and ask her for her insurance number. She, being as unorganized as anyone else in our family, had left it on the coffee table in a stack of papers. (The reason why they needed to know is because she had switched our insurance 2 weeks ago.) However, once we tell them the name of our insurance, they pull up her information somehow. Thankfully, I was completely covered by our insurance. I'm weighed and measured, then brought in the room to wait. The nurse asks if it is okay if a student doctor sees me, and because I have the time to spare, I didn't see why not. Now, this was the nice part. I have to admit, the student doctor was pretty good-looking. I normally don't think that about people. He was really friendly, and helped me get through it as fast as we could. It was just normal stuff, such as checking blood pressure and asking questions of anything I may be experiencing. After he's done, the family doctor comes in, and finishes the rest. I left with a clean bill of health, and he also filled out the forms. After that mess was done, my grandma and I decided to go get a hamburger since we were hungry.

After eating, we come back, and I start filling out the rest of the paperwork. I explain to her what time I need to be at practice, which unfortunately clashes with the work I need to help grandma with. So, everything is ready for mom to sign, now I just have to get a tennis racket, athletic clothing, stop by the bank, and a good night's sleep. I text her, (since I need this done before tomorrow), who then tells me she'll be over right away. She texts the coach to verify a few things, and come to find out, practice isn't until Monday! What a relief... So, tomorrow, I'll just get my work done, get the money I need out of the bank, borrow a racket from the local tennis center until I get my own, and then get my early birthday present (a pair of running shoes). I also borrowed some basketball shorts from my brother, so I'm set on that too. I should probably start exercising too, so tennis won't be such a hassle that way.

WHAT. A BUSY. WEEK.
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