Tales of a Ninth-Grade Molly

I'm Molly-- a nice Mormon girl who tries hard not to wear ugly pants. If you're feeling masochistic, entrench yourself in my tame, frustrated, fry-eating existence.

Thurs., Sept 19, 9:30 pm

Ski practice was so awesome today!! I’ve been having an all around good day. Ella said something snide about my shoes but it just whooshed right over me—and that’s amazing considering I was still about ten feet in the air after choir.

I took all of my pent up energy and joy and pushed myself harder than I ever had before, this practice. We went up to the snow today, and I beat Ella on the 2K practice race by a whole minute!! Seriously. I stumbled across the finish line, and my coach even gave me a compliment—he said that I rocked and rolled.

Well, that doesn’t sound right. What he says was, “Molly—sometimes you can really rock and roll. I want to see you like this at the race on Saturday.”

Well, that’s what you get for overachievement. People start expecting things. I’ll have to hold back a bit at tommorrow’s practice.

The look on Ella’s face was pretty much worth it, though.


I told my mom about choir, and she was almost as excited about it as I was.

I wonder if, when I’m a mom, I will derive as much vicarious pleasure from my children’s accomplishments as my mom does.

I guess you kind of have to—I mean, what else is there? When you’re a mom, I mean. Seriously. There’s laundry, there’s dishes, there’s driving people places, and there’s kids. Right?

Oooohhh… I just shivered again, remembering that high note I hit, how good it felt coming out….

Steaming past Ella on the uphill run…

How can anyone feel this euphoric?

I’m never gonna be able to sleep again.

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