Well thats Awkward

Some girls started to like boys around 5th grade. I didn't. I preferred to call the plays on the football field ( they trusted me enough to be QB). It was weird to see them as "cute" or have a "crush" on them. Bleh. Little did I know I was the only way feeling this way.
I remember going to a girls sleepover a her birthday party the summer before 6th grade. After we watched a movie I was planning to go to sleep but apparently after the movie you are supposed to stay up and talk for another 2 hours no matter how tired you are. It was torture. All the girls were talking about how they were excited for middle school because of all the new boys they could meet. Then, they started talking about how the boys in out class would maybe ask them out since they were in middle school now. I was totally and utterly confused. Was I supposed to be seeing these guys as cute? Because I most definitely didn't.
As if it wasn't bad enough, all the other girls started telling me that they were jealous of me because all of the guys "payed attention" to me and "liked" me. Now, not only was I confused I was also pretty disgusted. The thought of them viewing me as anything more than a friend was pretty terrifying. So, in order to save myself I decided to not believe them and forget about it. Not for long though....
My birthday is at the end of summmer so I guess it was a month or so after the slumber party, I was talking to one of the guys in my class via Yahoo Messanger. I remember my stomach flipping when he said " I'm going to miss you, Chelsea. I have a present for you. Can I bring it over now?" Uh, talk about awkward. There was no way in heck I wanted a present from this guy. However, I didnt have the guts to tell him no... soooo... I told mom I was going out on the golf cart so I didn't have to be there when he dropped it off. I knew what I was doing was wrong. But, I couldn't accept a gift from him and act like I enjoy it! Thats madness.
When I got back, I hung my head low for now my mom had figured out why I wanted to go on the golf cart. She was pretty dissapointed in me. I wasn't really paying attention to what she was though because behind her there was a giant bag with hearts on it staring back at me. Mom made me open it, despite my resistance. Inside was a teddy bear and a hand written card. I had no idea what to do. I had to thank him for the gift but I didn't know how. I did feel really bad though so I ended up messaging him on yahoo again to thank him.
I still have the teddy bear in my room. When I see it now I still feel pretty bad about what I did but I can laugh about it now since me and that guy are still really good friends. And the plus side is he got over me pretty soon after that and then I was helping him with other girl problems (hes a drama king). My lesson was learned and I will never run away from recieving a gift again. It leads to a bunch of awkwardness and a life time of feeling bad no matter how hard to try to forget about it. Oh well, at least he was a good sport about it.

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One of the number one lessons taught in life is never go in to a dark alley. However, on this vacation to Greece we were ignoring all the rules ( we went to Starbucks when our Tour guide told us not to because we can get Starbucks in America.  I know, we were rebels). So, instead of listening to all the warning signs of the awful smells, only a little bit of light, and the fact that it was an alley. We walked right in. As soon as I stepped in something wet on the ground I knew it was a bad choice to go in there. I'm pretty sure all of us in the group were thinking why we did....
Last Summer, I went on a trip to Greece with a group of about 10 other people, including Dr.Will and his wife Nina. It was our free day so we didn't have any place to be for a while. Our group gathered in the hotel lobby that morning after breakfast and decided we would just walk around and explore for a while. We took the train  to the square and just started walking. We all had lunch together (the food was amazing everywhere) and then we split up into two groups to do a little bit of shopping. After a while we all met up again and by that time Nina had heard of the food market. Nina is an amazing photographer and what better place to get pictures than a food market packed with colorful fruits and vegetables? We walked for a while stopping when we saw something shiny (the girls liked the jewelry and the boys liked the armor).
We asked a couple people for directions along the way so when we reached the dark alley we were all a bit confused. We were in the right spot but no colorful vegetables and fruits were in sight. Since there was a little bit of light at the end of the dark alley we decided to try it out. Bad idea. The stench immediately overwhelmed us. Everybody was holding on to someone else because the floor was so slippery of slime (which was probably part blood). The farther we went the worse it got. Then, once we saw the hanging pig we knew we had the wrong kind of market. Needless to say, there were way too many hanging, skinned, animals for everyone to bare. We practically ran out of there. Once we breathed in the fresh air we all started laughing because we realized how stupid it was to go in there in the first place. However, the good part of it was we made a pretty good memory out of it.
Moral of the Story: never go in to dark alleys... especially in other countries.