Lent

 Today was Ash Wednesday. This means it was the beginning of Lent. And just like every year, I had to find something good to give up, or sacrifice, for forty days. After much consideration, I decided to give up my phone. Am I crazy? I haven't gone more then a week without my phone! Much less forty days. 
 Well, since today was Lent, and I had given up my phone, I left to the bus stop today with my phone on my nightstand and not in it's usual place. My purse. Now, I know that this is going to sound a bit over dramatic, but I felt normal without my phone. That is, until the end of the day. The end of the day I wanted my phone. Didn't need my phone, but I wanted it pretty darn bad. I would look at it, a lot, and was tempted more then once to grab it and press the ON button to wake it up. I didn't realize how much I wanted my phone. How much I used my phone. I am fighting the urge here to say that I ''need'' my phone, can't you tell? 
 After doing my homework, I called my Mom in my room. And yes, this was about the cellular object positioned on my nightstand.
Me: "Mom?"
Mom: "Yeah?"
Me: "Can I change what I gave up for Lent?" 
 My Mom smiled, she knew what I gave up. She knew it would be hard, and so did I! I had a whole conversation with God last night over how I would be strong and not break down, keep going and not use the phone. But, for 39 more days? I must be out of my mind!
Mom: "Well, what were you thinking?" 
 So I explained to her how difficult it was without my phone, and she was fine with it, I just needed to find something to give up that is equally as important, or pretty darn hard.
 However, even though my Mom is cool with me swapping, I am not. Until I find something equally if not better to give up, then I wont use my phone. Right now it just sits there, taunting me. Mocking me. But, I must be strong. Did Jesus give up? No. And neither. will. I.
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 Today school was good. 
 Science class was interesting. We took a test today, and most of the students said they made higher than an 80%. Honest me said I got a 60%. Crappy, I know. However, after class this kid stayed behind to tell her that he heard kids cheating on their test. The teacher told him that for being honest she would bump mine and his grade up to an 80! I am glad, and when I told my Mom, she said, "Sometimes it pays to be honest." {Well, all the time!}
 In Math class a boy sprayed Windex on his face {all over it} and then tried to wipe it off with a wet wipe. After being told he could die from the Windex-skin contact, he freaked and got in trouble. Windex, really?
 In Language Arts my teacher told a kid she was going to have a stroke if he didn't stop reading while she was giving a lecture. What is a stroke?


 So for now, I must go, my bedtime is soon. Goodnight to all!
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God Bless,
Love,
Aislinn
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