Posts Tagged ‘gym’

Stormy Weather and the Holocaust

June 11, 2008

Today is the something-to-last day of school. I have been aware of the How Many Days Until School Is Over countdown for a while, but it never seems real until the last few days. Actually, it does not even seem that real right now. I bet it will not until a week or two of summer has already passed and I realize that there is quite a bit of time until school begins again.

I think I may be in love with the sort of storms we have been having around here lately. They have happened a few times as of late, and they basically go like this (at least around my house):

[1]My crazy grandmother comes upstairs in the kitchen, looks out the window, and says, “There’s a storm a’brewin!”

[2]I say, “Yes, maybe there is,” if I cannot get out of staying silent to avoid a long, pointless conversation.

[3]A loud crash is heard, and everybody looks out the back window, only to see that our ineffective teepee has fallen over once again.

[4]Gatsby barks like crazy and Daisy looks on, uninterested in her much younger, immature, less worldly dog-friend.

[5]Abie gets upset about thunder knocking our house over. My yelling grandfather does what he does best- yelling. He yells that the thunder will do nothing to us because we live on a hill and that he should stop getting himself to worked up over nothing. Kind of an ironic thing to say, now that I think about it.

[6]The power blinks on and then off right away, twice in the span of ten to fifteen minutes.

[7]Something else happens that I do not particularly remember or wish to, for that matter.

[8]The rainstorm dwindles, bringing a slight drizzle across the yard.

[9]I am happy because I enjoyed the whole thing most wholeheartedly.

As you can see, these storms cause much excitement in my house. I can only imagine what would happen if the power actually stayed off. That would be fantastic.

Okay, so tomorrow I will be taking the Algebra II final. It should be simple.

I put together my Child Development portfolio after school today. I found all of this awesome neon paper in the Big Closet in the classroom, so I used those sheets as cover sheets for each section. I love the page protectors in the portfolio- they make everything so nice and smooth.

In Gym we did nothing, which was marvelous. Nothing, as in, nothing structured. Celesthe, Danielle, and I played Rubbish and Old Maid with a deck of cards I brought in. Additionally, I knitted and listened to music. Simultaneously… it was really sort of a nice feat.

The holiday is Iced Tea Day, the word of the day is yob (a cruel and brutal fellow), the number of the day is something I simply cannot recall, and the book I am currently reading is one my older brother gave me, titled The Death of Vishnu.

In English, rather than watching more of Month Python, we watched an old special on Oprah where she interviews Elie Weisel, the author of Night, the Holocaust book I read for English. And my goodness, that special was so sad. I felt like crying when they talked about how Elie saw them just throwing all of the babies, while still alive, in the flames. They showed videos of the prisoners and the small children walking to their death, as well as the piles of bodies just being pushed into this huge ditch. It was all tremendously depressing, and all the while the jerks in my class were laughing. I wanted to punch them so much. They ruin everything in that class. Schoder left the room, thinking he could trust us, but of course they ruined it. I really wish they were not in my class. And, by ‘they,’ I mean everybody except Courtney, Rachel (not one of the ones I have spoken of before), and I. Everybody else talks through class and is annoying and rude.

I am going to go and waste some time getting my mind off of Wednesday Club tomorrow so that I can sleep tonight. Farewell, friendly beings.

I think today may just have been the longest weekday ever.

June 10, 2008

I am not even going to explain the fact that this is going to be in a list format; that is sort of completely obvious.

[1]Unfortunately, I am guessing I captured the wrong type of ants for my ant farm. Despite my hoping they would tunnel and passing off every little dent as the start of tunneling, they just did not seem to want to. Additionally, most of them died. Pascal the Curious and a few unnamed siblings were still alive, but the rest were dead and encased in some sort of white coccoon. There was also a kind of bacteria slowly spreading throughout the gel, and I was just guessing that was not a good sign. In the end, I freed the ants and scooped out the germy gel. Finally, I put about six or seven new ants of a much smaller species in the ant farm. I am hoping they actually tunnel like they are supposed to, but so far they are just huddled in the corner all nervouslike.

[2]Today, unbelievably, was the very last day of required Gym for the rest of my life, and all we did was play rock climbing twister. I am extremely relieved that I do not have to go to any more Gym for the rest of my life. It is so exciting.

[3]Wow wowie wow, summer is almost here! That is the trillionth time I have said that, but it still shocks me. Three more days of school, and I will never be a high school freshman again.

[4]In the mail today, I received another check from Your2Cents.com. It was for only seven dollars, but that is still pretty excellent for answering a survey that only took me a few minutes.

[5]I finished reading Night today, which is good considering it is due tomorrow. It was a sad book, a very, very, very sad book. A marvelous one, but sad nonetheless.

 [6]After school today, I finished reading A Clockwork Orange. It was magnificent, absolutely magnificent. Or, as Alex would say, it was a choodessny book. It was funny and touching and meaningful and… everything jumbled up at once. Basically, it was crazy good. Now I just need to see the movie, and I will be all set.

[7]After finishing it, I took a nap. Yes, a nap. I have only taken one other nap this year. The nap, though only an hour, is what I think caused this feeling of the longest day ever. Ridiculous.

[8]In English today, we watched part of Monty Python and the Holy Grail! It was awesome. I love that movie. If we are lucky, we will watch the ending tomorrow. On the third-to-last day of school!!!!

[9]Hey, have you guys ever been to colorflip.com? It is amazing- I think the majority of you all would really, really like it. It is simple yet tremendously addicting. Just flip the pages and watch the fantastic bright colors flip across the screen! Drag the pages any which way and let go to turn the page. Check it out.

[10]The word of the day is xenogeneous, defined as ‘an outside force.’ The number of the day is 5050 and the holiday is Donald Duck Day.

Farewell, all. Enjoy your last days before summer hits!

P.S. Is it not pretty jokes that I just happened to include ten sections on many of my posts? Hooray for coincidences!

P.P.S Unfortunately, I have many mosquito bites. I am not entirely sure how I got them all, but they are there. There is one on my elbow that is humongous!

The Child Of A Square And A Circle, Among Other Things

May 30, 2008

I am typing up this post much earlier than usual because of Laura’s party! I will most likely be tired after it and wish to read and then go right to bed, plus the majority of the sentences would probably not make much sense being written after six hour long party. If I do not end up being tired, I may choose to add some more to this post about the party.

Today was a nice day. Okay, so I say that nearly every day, and I say that I say it nearly every day nearly every day, but still…

We took an hour-and-a-half long math quiz in Algebra II today. I finished earlier than everybody else and I think I got a B on it. It was on adding, subtracting, multiplying, and dividing rational expressions and simplifying complex fractions.

In Gym we played softball once again- it was scalding outside but while in the dugout I played Guess That Animal many times with Sarah (not the Sarah I have spoken of before- a different one. There are many Sarahs at our school, as well as Rachels… there are three Rachels sitting at my lunch table), which was quite fun. Celesthe refused to play it. We also played a few games of Guess That Human- I suppose I just like guessing games.

I began rereading The Girl With A Pearl Earring I think last night. I read it once in sixth or seventh grade but I guess did not fully absorb the content- either way, I am rereading it and once again seeing what a wonderful book it is. Worthy of my selective Favorite Books list, even.

In English I did not have to read my essay aloud- we only had time for five or six and there was no way I was going to volunteer. Public speaking sometimes gives me the heebie jeebies.

Oh, I also gave Schoder the sheet about writing me a letter of recommendation to put in my Child Development portfolio- I am quite interested to see what he writes about me.

The holiday is Water A Flower Day. To celebrate this, I am going to water my miniature cactus, even though I am not sure if that counts as a flower- though, I guess, there are cactus flowers… I really do not know.

The word of the day that was reserved for yesterday is retronym, a word introduced because an existing term had become inadequate. For example, the original Star Trek television series being changed to Star Trek: The Original Series after spawning various series and such, or hot chocolate originally being referred to as chocolate until the chocolate bar cam about and became tremendously popular, being changed to become the base word ‘chocolate.’

Today’s word of the day, however, is squircle, a shape with properties between those of a circle and those of a square. Basically, a square with rounded edges. One is shown below.

The number of the day is thirty-three-and-a-half, for some unknown reason.

What do you fear, why are you here, when will you leave, do you believe?

-An anonymous run-on question

Farewell, buddies. I hope tonight generates an overload of happiness for you all.

EDIT: Wow, the party was extremely fun!  We played hide-and-go-seek and Apples to Apples, signed yearbooks, watched the National Spelling Bee on television, and many other fun things.

At Nine Thirty-Six We Pick Up The Sticks… and I post this.

May 30, 2008

Wow, I actually have the computer back. It is so odd to go on here after for days of ‘no computer.’ At least, no legal computer time.

Today was a good day in some ways, okay in others. It was the last day of school for seniors, which of course made me sad- I do not like things to end, even if they do not end for me.

I printed out part of my English essay in a super tiny font size and, although the words were quite small, it was amazingly fun to read. It is fantastic how, even in size four Times New Roman, the words are still clear as day.

I was exceptionally forgetful today and forgot not only my glasses but the word of the day sheet as well. Therefore, there are going to be two words of the day tomorrow, R and S. They are very good ones. Still, there is the number of the day- twenty-three. There is no holiday, seeing as there are five or six question marks in my obscure holidays booklet that, after them, reads ‘This day has yet to be reserved as a holiday by an individual or group!’

In Gym we played softball, and I was awful at it. Somebody even hit the ball for me so that all I had to do was run, but once I got to first base I kept running and got tagged. I had no idea that I must stop running or risk getting tagged, ‘checking’ I think they called it. My whole team (and part of the other team) called out for me to stop running but I did not know they were speaking to me. Then Tall John came over and did one of his ‘let’s-help-out-the-quiet-girl-who-has-no-idea-what-she-is-doing-and-it-will-make-me-look-nice-in-front-of-the-rest-of-the-girls’ talks and told me (in the quiet voice he never speaks in otherwise) that I should not continue running unless the person ahead of me has started running to the next base as well. I nodded solemnly and took my customary place in the dugout.

What is really weird about being quiet is that everyone thinks a variation of the same things about you- the majority of people think that a.)you hate them, b.)you are very smart, c.)you are nice, d.)you are very sensitive, e.)you are mute, f.)you cannot hear them talking about you, or a combination of a few. It is actually kind of fun being quiet because you can eavesdrop on people and they do not realize you can actually hear them.

Oh my, tomorrow is Laura’s birthday party! It is going to be tremendously fun for sure.

Gee, now I am getting into the super excited mode not beneficial when you are going to bed soon. It happens to me quite often, this cheerful-happy-excited mood, and it makes it terribly hard to get to sleep.

I finished reading The Sword in the Stone today and it had an excellent ending- hard to say, considering most books I read have really awful ones.

Oh my goodness, we got apple juice!!! I love apple juice.

Now, this is long enough already, but I am going to post my edited version of the English essay. I changed the ending and a few other things, upon the suggestions of Laura and Courtney, who edited it. Now it makes a lot more sense, or at least I hope it does… anyway, without further ado-

“Nobody in Particular”

“What am I?” I ask aloud, to Nobody in Particular.

“What are you not?” Nobody in Particular responds.

He has always been a wise fellow, this nobody creature. I am not entirely sure whether he exists, then again, as I have been known to imagine things. At least, that is what they said when they kicked me out. “REASON FOR EXPULSION” the slip was titled, the big, bold letters giving way to the infamous fine print. “Prone to excessive bouts of overactive imagination, often leading to impulsive actions,” the report continued in the same minuscule size, ending with the signature of whomever was unduly placed in charge. They even had the nerve to slap a period on the end of it, as if turning the claim into a sentence fragment would change its significance, somehow. Quite the opposite, though- it only served to further infuriate me.

Now, that is all behind me- I still say as I did when I left in the first place: good riddance.

To be honest, I am dead grateful that I was ousted. After all, if I had not been, I would never have met Nobody in Particular- and that, my friend, would be unfortunate indeed. Had I not met Nobody in Particular, I never would have been granted the many drops of wisdom he has bestowed upon me since our meeting. Though, I guess calling it a ‘meeting’ would not be fully appropriate. We did not meet, per say. To this day, we have not formally done so. Rather, we have a mutual agreement: I ask a question, at any time of day, and he answers. The scale is tipped more generously towards me, and I should think he would care, but he has yet to complain about my having the better half of the bargain. Now that I think about it, he has yet to complain about anything.

Occasionally I attempt to persuade the man to show himself, but it never turns out to my benefit. Surely he (and I assume that the creature is a ‘he’ based on the tone of his voice) wishes to come out of wherever he is hiding, at least sometimes. If he does, however, he does not show it. Always speaking in the monotonous, deadpan voice of a robot, one would think he would wish for a little excitement in his life. Evidently not yet, but I am sure he will crack someday. I have a strong feeling about it, and secure ones such as this are nearly always correct- at least in my experience.

I shudder to think of what would happen to both him and me if he were discovered. As long as the human race exists, the intense longing for knowledge and wisdom is inevitable, and Nobody in Particular has an abundance of it.

More so, in fact, than anybody I have met before. This never ceases to amaze me; if somebody this intelligent were to suddenly disappear from society, someone should certainly realize it.

He is an enemy spy, I once thought, yet there is no trace of an accent about him. I then considered that he is merely a hermit, choosing to be cut off from the rest of the world for some mysterious reason, much like myself. That musing, however, was quickly shot down. To the best of my knowledge, Nobody in Particular has not left wherever he lurks. And, even if he were a hermit, he would still need to eat in order to survive. His voice comes from somewhere a bit off, but not enough that he could possibly be near a door or garden where he would be able to gather nutrients- or water, for that matter. If he is not human, though, then what is he? Without food or water, he could not even be living. A zombie, maybe? I doubt it- he does not seem like the type; at least, I am almost positive that he is not dead. What, then, is he?

I have tried not to dwell on it too much, but I must admit that dwelling on things takes up much of my time. There is not much else to do, in this lonely monster of a house with echoing rooms and the eternal scent of mothballs.

So, yes, it is free of most insects. It is also free of humans, other than myself of course. Once, I tried to make friends, let people into my life, but that ended badly. Apparently, it is not courteous to insist on having someone over and then hiding in the basement when they arrive. I could not help it, though- I realized that there was no value in risking the discovery of Nobody in Particular for a mere friendship.

I have no family, never have and doubtlessly never will. In the end, it is just me here, biding my time as my years waste away, soon to be nearing nothingness. And, obviously, Nobody in Particular is present as well.

I do not care, though. Who cares if I have nobody to talk to, nothing to do? What does it matter to be lonely when you have the answer to every question in the world? Does that matter, even? Does anything?

[END OF POST]

I hope somebody liked it.

Good night, everybody.

Just Promise Me You Will Never Try To Grow Up

May 15, 2008

Nostalgia is steadily taking over…

The color of the day is wisteria, the number is thirty-one, the holidays are Police Officer’s Memorial Day and National Chocolate Chip Day, and Pomona Sprout’s birthday, the words of the day are ersatz (an artificial or inferior substitute or imitation) and finagle (achieve something by means of trickery or devious methods), and today I walked/jogged/ran the last required mile of my life.

It was in Gym. At my high school, you are required to take one Gym class before being allowed to graduate. We had to do the mile thrice, and today was the last time. Ever. This is thrilling.

Next Wednesday is going to be spectacular- not only is it the weekly Wednesday club, but I volunteered to help out with the Preschool graduation practice and therefore get to miss the whole school day watching and playing with little kids. How awesome is that?

Speaking of the preschool, we are putting on a puppet show in class tomorrow. I am going to be playing a chicken and finished making the puppet a little while ago.

Also a little while ago (more like two or three minutes ago) I started and finished the short story I had to write for English. It is due Thursday, but I like to be ahead. It is only the rough draft, anyway. It is titled “Nobody in Particular” and I am going to paste it below. You know, because I have nothing much else to say. Laura, if you read this, do you think you could edit when/if you have the time? I am pretty sure there are some mistakes, but, as you know, staring at your own work for awhile kind of makes it tough to find mistakes.

[ “What am I?” I ask aloud, to nobody in particular.

“What are you not?” nobody in particular responds.

He has always been a wise fellow, this nobody creature. I am not entirely sure whether he exists, then again, as I have been known to imagine things. That is what they said when they kicked me out, you know. “REASON FOR EXPULSION” the slip was titled, the big, bold letters giving way to the infamous fine print. “Prone to excessive bouts of overactive imagination often leading to impulsive actions,” the report continued in the same minuscule size, ending with the signature of whomever was unduly placed in charge. They even had the nerve to slap a period on the end of it, as if turning the claim into a sentence fragment would change its significance, somehow. Quite the opposite, though- it only served to further infuriate me.

Now, that is all behind me- I still say as I did when I left in the first place: good riddance.

To be honest, I am dead grateful that I was ousted. After all, if I had not been, I would never have met nobody in particular- and that, my friend, would be unfortunate indeed. Had I not met nobody in particular, I never would have been granted the many drops of wisdom he has bestowed upon me since our meeting. Though, I guess calling it a ‘meeting’ would not be fully appropriate. We did not meet, per say. To this day, we have not formally done so. Rather, we have a mutual agreement: I ask a question, any time of day, and he answers. The scale is tipped more generously towards me, and I should think he would care, but he has yet to complain about my having the better half of the bargain. Now that I think about it, he has yet to complain about anything.

Occasionally I attempt to persuade the man to show himself, but it never turns out to my benefit. Surely he (and I assume that the creature is a ‘he’ based on the tone of his voice) wishes to come out of wherever he is hiding, at least sometimes. If he does, however, he does not show it. Always speaking in the monotonous, deadpan voice of a robot, one would think he would wish for a little excitement in his life. Evidently not yet, but I am sure he will crack someday. I have a strong feeling about it, and secure ones such as this are nearly always correct.

I shudder to think of what would happen if he were discovered. As long as the human race exists, the intense longing for knowledge and wisdom is inevitable, and nobody in particular has an abundance of it.

More so, in fact, than anybody I have met before. This never ceases to amaze me- if somebody this intelligent were to suddenly disappear from society, someone would certainly realize it.

He is an enemy spy, I once thought, yet there is no trace of an accent about him. I then considered that he is merely a hermit, choosing to be cut off from the rest of the world for some mysterious reason. That musing, however, was quickly shot down- to the best of my knowledge, nobody in particular has not left wherever he lurks. And, even if he were a hermit, he would still need to eat in order to survive. His voice comes from somewhere a bit off, but not enough that he could possibly be near a door or garden where he would be able to gather nutrients- or water, for that matter. If he is not human, though, then what is he? Without food or water, he could not even be living. A zombie, maybe? I doubt it- he does not seem like the type. What, then?

I have tried not to dwell on it too much, but I must admit that dwelling on things takes up much of my time. There is not much else to do, in this monster of a house with echoing rooms and the eternal scent of mothballs.

So, yes, it is free of most insects. It is also free of humans, other than myself of course. I have no family, never have and doubtlessly never will, and no friends to speak of either. In the end, it is just me here. And, obviously, nobody in particular as well.

I do not care, though. Who cares if I have nobody to talk to, nothing to do? What does it matter to be lonely when you have the answers to every question in the world? ]

So yup, there it is. I hope somebody liked/likes it.

Gosh, today feels like a Friday.

Oh yeah, my brother is home from college.

Pixie dust to all.

Try and fly.

On Failing to Become John Hancock, Negative and Positive Experiences, and Books Full Of Words

April 25, 2008

The Day of Silence has since ended (it ended at 3 pm in my area), and the first thing I uttered were ‘macadamia nut.’ It was hard, not speaking. I mean, I normally do not talk anyway, other than to my friends in the halls, but just knowing that I could not talk was different, in a way. Surprisingly, not as many people as I originally thought ended up participating in it. Other than my friends, there were only two or three people in my classes who refrained from talking. It was a marvelous experience, either way.

Other than the Day of Silence, today is also East Meets West Day (whatever that means) and World Penguin Day. Because it is Friday, the word of the day becomes Ten Words Friday. The following are the obscure words I have chosen. See if you can find the simple pattern (if that is what it would be called) in the first letters if the words. I bet you will.

[1]Adunc- hooked

[2]Babeldom- a confused sound of voices

[3]Cacoepy- poor or wrong pronunciation

[4]Dapocaginous- mean-spirited; heartless

[5]Ecphonesis- exclamation

[6]Facundity- eloquence

[7]Galactophagist- milk drinker

[8]Heartsome- exhilarating; merry

[9]Ibidem- in the same place (I actually learned a variation of this in Latin class last semester)

[10]Jeofail- official or legal acknowledgment of a mistake

I would have to say my favorites are [3] and [7]. [3] because of the hilarity that would surely ensue if somebody mispronounced the word, and [7] because I adore the definition. In fact, I am going to go up to my vegan brother right after this and inform him that I am a galactophagist and he is not. He is home from college for the weekend, you know.

For your added reading pleasure (ha!) I am going to scan the list of books I have read since April 10th, which I have been recording in my handy dandy Scrabble journal. Perhaps you will use one or more as a recommendation. They, for the most part, have all been excellent books. I am sorry if the titles are a bit hard to read. Once I get to page twenty-five in my book journal, I am going to reward myself. Probably with a book (oh, the irony). Most likely a dictionary of obscure words, if I do not get one for my birthday.  Go to: http://i25.tinypic.com/1zya1w3.png if the text is too small, which I am guessing it will be.

Today in English we had a substitute, meaning we did a short writing activity and then watched a movie. The writing activity was, ‘Write about your worst school experience.’ Personally, I have not had many bad experiences. At least, not ones big enough to write about. In the end, I settled on something that happened to me in fifth grade. I never got into trouble (as in, ever) then. It was Colonial Day, and we were divided into groups and set up at stations. The first station my group went to was a writing station, where we were instructed to write a letter using a quill and ink and then seal it using this hot wax. They also told us that if we misbehaved then we would have to sit in the corner on a stool and wear the dunce cap. Now that I think about it, I realize how, well, mean, this was. Even if it was just to fit into the colonial theme. Even so, at the time I saw that cap and, for some odd reason, I really wanted to wear it. Now, as I mentioned, I never got into trouble. However, I devised a plan to get into trouble, and I did. I poured ink all over my paper and ripper the corners so that I would get in trouble and be able to wear the dunce cap and sit on the sturdy wooden stool. I was proud of myself on the fact that my plan went perfectly. At least, it did until my teacher came over and reprimanded me. Even worse, I later made the mistake of trying some deer jerky (I kid you not). In the end, I became sick from it and was not able to participate in the fifth grade play. And I was going to be John Hancock!

So, yeah, it was not the best time of my life. I was deciding between that story and one of how, in second grade Gym class, I hit my funny bone on something. I do not remember what exactly happened, but I remember that I had the strange feeling of laughing and crying at the same time. I told the Gym teacher that I got hurt, but she did not believe me and made me stay after class to talk with her. I never did like that Gym teacher. Nobody did. One time she scared a girl so much that she wet her pants.

The movie we watched (or, rather, began watching) was The Dead Poet’s Society. I do not know whether I liked it or not, because I was feeling kind of dazed during it and in turn did not pay much attention to it.

Oh yeah, today at school I was walking behind somebody with the beginnings of dreads!  Regardless of how dreadfully (I swear there was no pun intended) shy I am, I was extremely close to asking her about them.  Then I remembered that it was the Day of Silence.  Anyway, the point I am trying to make is that my wish for dreadlocks has been rekindled for the trillionth time.  I am trying not to pester my parents, but I would like for them to give me a straight answer over whether I can get them.

Golly gee, it is the weekend! I cannot believe it has come once again.

Farewell, my friends and otherwise. I am off to read more of Einstein In Love. I am nearly three-quarters of the way done and very interested.

And what is your point of view on this matter?

April 10, 2008

Wow, today felt like a Friday.

The nitty gritty- it is Golfer’s Day and National Siblings Day. The word of the day is jigamaree, which happens to mean thingamajig.

Um, let me think of something to say… well, we played flag football in Gym today. And I don’t know how to play. Rather than asking how like a logical person, I tried to follow along with what everyone else was doing. Bad idea, because I did not pay close enough attention and, once one of my teammates threw me the ball, I did not know which way to run. Instead of asking, I stood there like an idiotic baboon. Needless to say, somebody took my flag. It was no better a game than yesterday’s game of non-flag football, where I was thrown the ball while putting my hair into a ponytail and it bounced off of my head and into an opponent’s arms. Nah, I’m not that good at sports. I would not take Gym if one quarter of it were not required.

Oh, we also had a fire drill. Not during Gym- it was near the beginning of English class. Exciting, eh?

Not really.

So, hmm, I really have nothing to say. Think, think, think.

Uh, my birthday is in nineteen days. Not that that’s very interesting.

Oh, I did find out that George Foreman has five sons, all of whom are named George. Funny, huh?

It is illegal to be a prostitute in Siena, Italy, if your name is Mary.

Uh, yeah, I guess nobody really wanted to hear that piece of trivia.

Turks consider it unlucky to step on a piece of bread. Well, that’s quite interesting. I wonder what their reasoning is.

 The S in the middle of Harry S. Truman’s name doesn’t mean anything. Both his grandfathers had names beginning with ‘S’ and Truman’s mother didn’t want to disappoint either of them.

Thrilling information, eh? Of course it is.

Oh, today I was thinking and having a quite heated conversation with a friend over what the school would do if there was a stampede of rhinos in our school. Normally, when emergencies occur, they evacuate the building- but this would not be effective, considering that students and teachers would run into the animals (and/or vice versa). My friend, Courtney, reasoned that charging rhinos do not run into people if not bothered by them and therefore it would be smart to just stay in the classrooms until the stampede ended. I say just take away their credit cards.

Ha ha, small joke there. Do you get it? That’s one from an old Laffy Taffy candy wrapper I happened to read. Nah, really, I don’t know. I guess, Courtney’s reasoning is logical. Enough.

On a final note, I finally asked my mother whether I could get dread locks. She was convinced of the many myths, such as that you have to just never wash or brush your hair do get dread locks. I set her straight. She did not give me a yes or no answer, but I sent her a link to a website telling about them and I hope she will see my view.

Have a utopian evening. I wish you all tremendous luck in whatever you choose to endeavor.

Today Was My Parent’s Anniversary And One of The Best Days in an Extremely Long Time

March 31, 2008

Gosh, today was just… made of win. As in, an unbelievable amount of win. I will do my best to describe it, but words cannot describe how wonderful it was.

I woke up around 10:30 in the morning, which is a bit later than I normally wake up on the weekends but, ah, well, it doesn’t matter.

I wished my parents a happy anniversary and went to the kitchen, where, on the counter, was a bag of bagels! It turns out that today was one of the fantastic Sundays where my dad gets up early to do an hour or two of work at his workplace, then buys bagels on his way home. And I haven’t had a bagel for quite a while, so this was even better than on a normal bagel day.

At around 2:15 pm, we arrived at my Aunt Megan’s house to celebrate my baby cousin Vita’s first birthday, which was on the twenty-seventh. It was very crowded there, but nonetheless I had an okay time there, basically just sitting around doing nothing- though I did attempt to teach Uno to this three-year old kid named Ben. I don’t even know whose kid it was, and I had never seen him before… actually, now that I think about it, I’m getting sort of creeped out and thinking that maybe he never existed or he was a ghost boy or something… ugh, this is going to make it hard to get to sleep tonight… anyway, he was really smart and actually beat me at the game (no joke). So he was a genius ghost boy. Ugh, I’m getting even more freaked out now.

Anyway anyway anyway- that wasn’t the fun part of the day. The fun part was later.

We left the party at about 5 pm and my parents called in at Pizza Hut. We got a stuffed crust chicken and bacon pizza, which we brought home because it’s my parent’s anniversary, as the title says, and for their anniversary I baby-sit everybody while they went out to dinner. So, us kids stayed home and had pizza.

This was the fun part. It was so tremendously fun, even though Clara had a really bad attitude basically the whole night. Even that could not spoil my happiness high.

Lydia stayed home, naturally, and I baby-sat her as well, of course. Along with Abie and Ben. Clara and Emma as well, but I don’t really have to watch them- they do their own thing.

So, after dinner, we had dessert- Benny and I had cookies and cream ice cream sandwiches, while Clara, Abie, and Emma had fudgesicles and Lydia had a scribbler popsicle.

Once we were finished, I had everybody get into their pajamas and brush their teeth while I took a quick shower. During this, Abie and Benny kept an eye on Lydia with Clara on guard in case something happened. After my shower I, of course, got into my own pajamas, washed my face, brushed my teeth, etc. Then I brought clean clothes upstairs and dirty laundry downstairs.

After that, I was going to take the trash out by myself with Clara keeping an eye on everybody. However, Abie and Benny wanted to help so they came out as well. So did Lydia- I wore her in a sling. We all bundled up and took out the trash, then went inside where the real fun began.

The whole time, Clara was doing homework she for some reason did not do during the other days of the weekend and Emma was on the computer, at least until the last bit of time.

Anyway, so the real fun was the Dance Party, as we called it. Abie, Ben, Lydia, and I went into the sunroom and I put on Christmas music. No, seriously. It was a blast.

We danced in circles, alone, with brooms, and many other ways. We had pillow fights and sang along, all to the Christmas music. We also played freeze dance. Lydia is at that age where she wants to do everything herself, including dancing, so it was pretty funny. She basically just spun in circles and, whenever I paused the music, she would freeze for a second and then purposely continue to dance, then yelling out, ‘Oh man! Me lose!” Obviously, we laughed at this, prompting her to do it over and over again.

It was so much fun, so very much fun, that I felt like crying, I was so happy. Children are the best.

Once the little kids’ bedtime arrived, Abie, Benny, and Lydia all went to lie down in bed. They read “I Spy” books for about ten more minutes and then I turned out the light.

Unfortunately, for some reason Clara was acting up the whole night. When they were reading, she started yelling at me and saying they weren’t allowed to, though my parents had told me they could before leaving. I really don’t know why she was acting like that. She yelled at me and said I was trying to boss her around when I told her that our parents had said they could read for a bit, and then she left the room, slamming the door.

A minute or two later, she ran back into the room and sat down on the bed. I told her that she needed to leave the room because everyone was going to sleep and she ran out, slamming the door again, then ran back in and said, ‘You need to leave the room, then,’ over and over again in a mocking tone. I don’t know what her problem is, I really don’t.

Lydia was crying from all of the yelling and I couldn’t get her to stop, so I ended up calling my parents and telling them the situation. They said that they were already on their way home and would deal with it once they got back. Once the call ended, Clara came back in the room, fuming, and yelled at me that I had ruined their anniversary. I mean, really, what about all that she was doing? I was ruining their anniversary? Ugh.

Anyway, even with the whole Clara thing this night was still fabulous. It was tremendously fun, as I said a million times.

And the best thing about the day? I had so much fun and I didn’t even go on the computer during it. That makes me feel as if there may be some hope in this world because, honestly, lately I have been on the computer disgustingly often.

I am very excited about tomorrow’s school day, even though I start Gym which I just know I won’t like.

I am lead teacher in Child Development tomorrow, which means I will be reading the preschoolers a story about dinosaurs, which is this week’s theme.

I have had a magical evening and hope to have many more to come- not only for myself but for all of you as well.

Farewell and good night, you marvelous beings.