This is why I came up with my Guy Theory: YOU DON'T HAVE TO WANT TO MARRY A GUY/GIRL IF YOU THINK HE IS CUTE!!! (Ok, that is a HIGHLY exaggerated statement, but you get the general idea, right?) Enter the Guy Scale.
INTERESTED: You know him just a bit, but not enought to really like him. You've met more than once, or once and for a long time, and he seemed nice enought to be a possibility, yet you aren't exactly hooked, because the lack of significant info. about him. Unless you a boy-crazy, where you fall in love at first sight and think [insert favorite male actor who makes millions here] will marrfy you, it's just a matter of time...
LIKE: Yes, we have reached the stage of "LIKE", where you know totally enough about him, see him pretty regularly, or at least have the opportunity to, and he is perfect in your eyes! Haha, yea right, but whatever. So anyways, yea, there is more going for you than in the "INTEREST" stage. Am I making any sense here?
LOVE: You would give anything in the world to see that person smile. Spare time is usually consumed thinking of them or spending time with them. You WANT to make sacrifices for them, you don't have to be forced. You would break rules for them [in a good way; it's hard to explain, but it makes sense in my head, lol].
The downside? The exact opposite. A lot of the time, if I think I'm going to do great, or at least GOOD, I bomb. For example, in 8th grade, I never studdied (ok, once) for my science tests, I was sure I would fail them all, and I pretty much aced them. And in the 1st week of school (junior year), I had an AP U.S. History quiz, I studied for a while, thought I knew it pretty well, and while I didn't FAIL, I got a 74, which was much lower than I had expected.
I was so disturbed, I practically begged to get out of the class. I didn't, because my teacher promissed that if I really can't handle it, There is a way she can get me out. Whew.
If you start off school totally failing everything, and slowly (or quickly) later on in you schooling career bring your grades up to Bs or Cs, you are God's gift to parents.
HOWEVER, if you start off getting straigh As, and, Heaven forbid, one 9-weeks you drop to a B in one class, you are a horrible, HORRIBLE person worthy of nothing but bad things forever. Don't even THINK about a C...
Why do I firmly believe this (besides the fact that it's TRUE...)??? Because, ladies and gentlemen, it is my life.
And if you know me personally, I wasn't the one failing and then ressurecting myself. Oh no. From the time school started until 5th grade, I had NOTHING but straight As. Then one day I got a report card that had *GASP!* a B on it!!! **plays scary "JAWS" music in background** I came home, not too worried, until my mother started getting mad and telling me how upset she was over it, and my Grandmother called to say how Bs weren't acceptable. No joke. Yea, they later apologized (after I ran ,crying, to my room, LoL), but to this day, if my GPA gets too near a 3.5 or below, I get sent evil stares of warning. And most of my friends think 2.4s are great!!!
And, now, for the failing part. My lovely younger sister. Yea, she started out getting about as good as grades as me, but she failed her share of history classes all through elementary school, and in middle school, her grades PLUMETED.
Anyways, she kept up the low grades for so long, she just barely pased after the school told her she could very possibly fail. I guess she turned on the brainpower the last 4 weeks of school or something... I dunno. but about the time they told her she might not make it into 8th grade, my mother told her that if she pulled her grades up high enough, she would buy her a fishtank and goldfish. Well, she didn't QUITE make it, but still! I never got offered a PET for my grades. And I want a hamster! (LoL) I mean, yea, a dollar or two for my work sometimes, but it isn't the same.
It just goes to show you, even if you are smart enough, DON'T PASS WITH GOOD GRADES UNTIL ABOUT MIDDLE SCHOOL! Make it look like you're struggling, save yourself one year, and everyone loves you. Take it from me, no one remembers the consistancy. Just the highs and lows.
Not that I resent passing, it's just a theory.
Fon instance, one time I called asking for Heather. Her mother answered, I asked for her, and someone else picks up. It isn't Heather. It's her sister, Erin. "I asked for Heather," I say. "Oh, here she is," and I finally get to Heather. This has happened numerous times.
I called Erin, this time, about 10 minutes ago to inform her of my sister walking over to deliver a letter, (this is the instance that spurred me to type out another theory!), and Mrs. Kate (mother) answers. "May I speak to Erin?" She says ok, and I hear another voice on the line, saying it's ok, hang up. I assume this is Erin. "Hi, it's Kristina," I say. To my semi-unsurprise, Kevin, the eldest boy, answers, "I know." Hmmm. "Can I speak to Erin?" "Ok."
I honestly don't think I have ever called where the person I need to talk to answers, or I get them on my first attempt at asking for them.
So the theory is: If you are ever trying to call someone in the Moran household, be prepared to make your way down through at least one other person while the one you called for is retrieved. It's always fun to call there, haha.