It's Time to Rise: A Student of Blogging

   Every other day for a while now I have been deeply moved by the sheer honesty, brutal impact, and sophisticated word choice of a genius in our own beloved city of Orem. Her words have caressed the minds of hundreds who come to experience her comments of common sleepiness in school and church, the inefficiency of Shape-ups, or how it is possible that Harry Potter and his magical gang are real.
   This goddess of knowledge and power is simply known as V. Her abilities are impossible to match! V's skills not only can be found on the field, but can be found in the classroom. A mysterious fairy that is intelligent and a devastator on the dance floor? She does exist and I'm proud to call her my mentor.
   It's time for me to rise and begin to creep out of the blogging shadows to stardom. To begin I'll relay a story of much importance to my current social status in Seminary:
    Simply put, I'm quite spiritual and comfortable with the hymns. I'm not much of a singer, by no means, but I take pride in my performance while singing one of my beloved church songs. It is a very serious scenario every A4 class period for myself and a few who understand my longing to become famous. At the top of my list of serious sins is disrupting the opening hymn with obnoxious chattering or unbearable laughing. Unfortunately, my class is a sinful bunch who believe they have the right to gossip while I find my inner peace.
   Weeks went by and I never said a word, I remained shy and continued to sing through the sounds of disrespect and selfishness. Like a bottle holds soda, I buried and held my emotions of hurt and hate deep in my soul for weeks. Also like a bottle if wrestled with it'll explode, to the dismay of my class, I exploded. A small trio of chatting and disruptive females decided to be my victim. After the destroyed song, we began our small testimony and one of them stood up. She spoke, but I was blinded by wit and anger. Once she sat down and continued to talk, I simply turned around and looked at them. Then I said,"At least one of you is actually worth something." Immediately I felt such relief and happiness as  I was made aware of the thing I wished for most... silence. I also was made aware that I had stamped my ticket to Hell and loneliness.
   It is now been a week and I'm still left alone during group scripture reading and discussions, but enjoying the pressure of saying whatever prayer or prayers that I get assigned each time. I've received numerous compliments from various classmates throughout the week for my provided entertainment, but none seem to find me in class. Currently my seat and scriptures are reserved for those with Leprosy. I've just been diagnosed by that trio of girls, it seems the only cure for this situation can be found in a sincere apology. I continue to suppress my pride in preparation for this meeting.

I declare: It's Showtime!