On Tuesday I Lost My Wisdom, Along With Four Teeth

Wisdom teeth. Why do they even call them that, when they don't increase your brain capacity or size by being rooted in your gums? I had to have my wisdom teeth removed this past Tuesday, and oh what an experience.

I was nervous, like any normal person, and when they make you wait in the waiting room for any amount of time it makes you even more hesitant. I heard my name called, so my mom and I went to the back room to get ready for the procedure. I sat down on the comfortable dentist chair and tried not to look at all the sharp instruments that were sterelized and about ready to be used to poke and prod through my mouth. I also didn't want to think about the IV. That scared me to no end. I have no idea why because after all it didn't hurt more than a normal flu shot. So once the IV was hooked up I heard the dentist or oral surgeon say "Now you're going to start to feel a little funny." I agreed, thinking good, I don't want to feel any pain whatsoever. Then I heard, "Are ya feeling funny?" once more I agreed and that was the last thing I remembered about the procedure. Which was a blessing. Until, what felt like two minutes later, I was woken up and told, "We are going to start walking to the recovery room." I still have no idea how I got to the recovery room.

The next thing I knew, my mom was there and everything was turning out fine. Until I felt a little queasy. Mind you I don't really have a good gag reflex. So long story short, the gause they put in my mouth to stop the bleeding, and prevent more bleeding was the problem, so I got sick twice in the recovery room. Then after the car ride home - a bumpy ride home, I got sick again. This experience was not turning out as peachy as I thought it would.

The pain was really bad the first day, but it slowly began to get better. After a nausea pill, and medicine for the pain, things became more tolerable. Today I got dressed and went for a ride in the car, which was amazing because I haven't been out of the house since Tuesday morning. Plus, also on the bright side I look less like a chipmunk! My cheeks are swollen still, and I can't laugh, which is impossible for me so I suffer through a laugh and then put ice on my face. I can't wait until this is all over. I couldn't have done this without my parents. My mom did everything I needed and more, which is why I am feeling so much better today. So I am truly thankful to her, and my dad who has also been here too.

That is all

P.S (My friend wanted me to give her advice on what it was like to get wisdom teeth out, so she can prepare for when she gets hers' out. I have no idea what to tell her. I'm not just going to say it was great, with hardly no pain, when I got sick six times the day of the operation! Well maybe I'll tell her everything that happened to me and then just say, "But everyone is different." Yeah, I'll say that. It's true after all.

-"M"

Christmas Time

Christmas is my absolute favorite holiday. I love snow, as you already have found out, and the ultimate gift was given on Christmas, better than any sweater or new cd, Jesus Christ was born. It is because of Him all of this is possible. Plus it's a time when you get to see all of your relatives, which for the most part is a great thing.

Christmas was at my house this year. Usually we travel to my aunts house and have it there, but not this year. Fitting thirteen people into a small house with a one-year-old Cocker spaniel is not as easy as it may seem. One thing about my dog, is that she pees. Yeah, I know it's normall, but it's really not when she does it whenever she gets excited over new people coming into the house. It always happens, no matter what, and it can be a little irritating. Besides that everything went according to plan - the food, the decorations, compliments on gifts. My aunt, who loves having a neice, because her only child is a boy, always wants to see what I received for Christmas. So I showed her everything; all the sweaters, perfume, dvd's, all of those things. My parents went completely crazy this year and bought a surplus of everthing. I wanted a few sweaters, to prepare for the upcoming snow storms, and I received about six. There wasn't much left on my list that I didn't get.

And now, what we in Western Massachusetts have been waiting for, the snow storms! So much snow has accumulated overnight and into this morning, the people on the news stations are calling it The Blizzard of 2010. I think they said at one point that we were getting hit with snow at a rate of three inches per hour - and that was last night. Today the snow has piled up, even on the windows, so that there is a layer of snow halfway up on the pane. Right now it's about nine thirty in the morning(yes I know, why am I up so early during vacation?) and the snow is still continuing to fall. I was going to take my dog for a walk, but until after it stops snowing, if it stops snowing, I'm going to stay secure and toasty in my house.

This snow is amazing, it seems like it has no end. It just keeps floating down from the sky, and who knows when it will stop? I hope it doesn't stop, mostly because I love it, and partly because I have to get my wisdom teeth out tomorrow. I've heard a lot of horror stories about wisdom teeth, but I try not to think about them, because everyones experience with them is different right? Well I'll find out tomorrow. All I know is I'm going to be completely knocked out for the whole experience, which is probably going to save me from most of the pain. I'll post more tomorrow, afterall I won't be able to talk, so why not write about it?

That is all

-"M"

My Dog Has a Love For Snow Like No Other

Finally, finally, finally it snowed this week! The city I live in usually gets pounded with the feathery white flakes this time of year, so no wonder why I am so excited for it. It also may be due to the fact that my dad founded a snowmobile club, has been riding them since he was a teenager, and the fact that I have been riding them since I was three. Yes, that wasn't a typo, I was three when my parents bought me my first "sled" as we like to call it in my family. It was a black Articat Kitty Kat; and yes I know that's quite a few cats to swallow, sorry for the tongue twister. That snowmobile was very tiny, and didn't have much power, but to a three-year-old it did. So for about the first few months I had it, I would only sit on the machine on a roll away piece of wood with the engine on, that's it. Soon, when I was a bit older I upgraded to the Articat Z 120, which was lime green. I remember zipping along my side yard in this sled and crashing on every other turn. This machine is where I aquired enough skill to eventually inherit my mom's snowmobile, which is the one I currently ride now. So it is safe to say that I grew up with snow, not literally, it wasn't my pal in school, it's just that my parents were also fanatics, so it certainly rubbed off on me. I love it though, the beauty of the first snowfall of the year. The substance is light, like feathers and as it accumulates it shimmers if you look at it just so. At the moment I can't think of a better word to use, but I adore snow, a lot.

If you are someone who pays attention to the titles of things then you must be wondering why I'm not talking about my dog, well, I also am wondering that same exact thing. So I suppose I will stick to the topic and tell you about my puppy. Her name is Rubie and she is one year old. She is a Cockerspaniel, and has red fur. I cannot tell you how much the red colored fur suits her personality. If you would like to see a picture of her, I posted a few last year in a previous post. She is rambunctious, insane, peppy, loves to jump, and is an escape artist. When we went to the pet store to look at her, she almost always escaped her little body out of the pen and ran throughout the store. Even now, she is one, and still she is a very hyper dog. And as everyone knows with snow comes shoveling. Yesterday was the day it really started to snow, it was light though, light enough to shovel my whole driveway in less than twenty minutes. I like shoveling, I think it's a way to relieve stress, so with all the homework I had yesterday and today I still went out to shovel. To accompany me for the shoveling, was none other than Rubie. I had to let her outside anyway, to go to the bathroom.

This dog absolutley, like me, adores the snow. She is small in stature, so when she jumps through the snow, she looks like a rabbit. Between leaps and bounds, that Cockerspaniel of mine runs by my side and catches every piece of snow that falls behind my shovel. Then she will quickly run in front of the shovel,sometimes even bark, to try to either stop me from shoveling or eat the snow that I am about to fling on the grass. But most likely because she wants to eat the snow. Then she pushes her face in the snow. Standing in the middle of the yard she makes tunnels with her nose, and tries to burry her head in the cold, white, snow.

We weren't outside that long today, but still when we came inside I found little snow balls draping from the back of Rubie's feet and her ears. The dog who was once a firery red is now red and white. All together with the color of my cold hands made the colors of the American flag - red,white,blue. Rubie is currently in the kitchen defrosting, and hopefully not eating all the snow attatched to her fur, because then, who knows? She might even get a hair ball. Imagine that a dog getting a hair ball!

That is all
P.S. 17 days until Christmas!!!!!

-"M"

Well I Never Thought I'd Be Getting An X-Ray On This Fine Friday

Gym class. It's gym glass. Why get so competitive, when you're not getting paid for it and you're not actually on the school's team? I had gym today, and the lovely sport we are playing this quarter is something called Broom Ball. Don't mind my tone, I actually like playing this sport a lot, but from my experience today, things have changed a little.

It was third period and we were all ready to play this intense game. This game can get so intense, it is the only game in gym class that you are required to wear shin pads at all times. Caught without those shin pads and you have to sit out the entire class. Broom Ball is similar to hockey, the only difference being that instead of a puc they use a small deflated looking soccer ball thing, and instead of a hockey stick with the curved piece of plastic on the end, there is a hard rubber part that is not curved. Most kids in my gym class get super competitive, to the point where they get mad because the other team scored a point on their team that was already winning five to zip. And of course they are the ones that hog the ball all time, and hardly, if ever pass the ball to others. Anyway, the game started and things were going fine, and before I knew it my team was winning four to zero. I find myself getting better and more agressive at this game every class. It was time for a face off because our team had scored and it was my turn to play offence(forward). And then it happened. I'm not sure how, but it did. I felt a sharp pang go through my right thumb and that hand. I immediatley stopped and realized I couldn't move my thumb. So I went off to the side and got an ice pack from our coach, and even the pressure from the ice pack made it hurt worse. So I went to the nurse.

The nurse's office is a place, I'm glad to say, I don't visit much. The office itself is fine and our school nurse is nice, but I hate it when there are sick people around me; the ones who cough and sound like a cat hacking up a hairball. Yuck. So I told our nurse the whole story. She called my mom, and long story short, my mom made an appointment for the doctors, and I left school early. But I did complete two out of the three tests I had to take today, using my pointer finger and index finger. It hurt though, when I wrote, so my letters and numbers looked like a four-year-old's drawing from daycare.

My dad and I went to the doctors and waited in that waiting room for a little over a half hour before I was called. Again I told the docotor the story, and here I am again telling it to you. Then she pressed on my thumb and asked if it hurt. Well yeah, it did hurt, a lot. So she sent me down to X-Ray, with a thumb that probably was hurt even more. I got an X-Ray, waited in the waiting room for another good twenty minutes only to find out nothing was wrong with my hand, or thumb. So I am typing this now with an ace bandage around my hand, that's it. I thought I would have more to show for it, but that's it. Maybe I'll get a bruise or something. Yeah, I actually would like a memory from this. How am I typing your asking yourself? Well according to my parents and the doctor I have a very high tolerance for pain, so this is actually working out, until in about five minutes my hand will start throbbing and swell. But until then I will continue to type.

It's safe to say I wasn't expecting this at all today. I thought it was going to be normal, but turned out to be anything besides that. Well I am going to stop typing now, for the sake of my thumb.

That is all

P.S. 21 days until Christmas!!!!!!!!!!!

-"M"

Thanksgiving (A story about my thanksgiving day this year)

As we were in the middle of four lanes of traffic, my parents were conversing about what lane was best to go in, my mom said to my dad that he needed to get "gutsy", as she put it, when driving. Although this same word to my dad means "smashed", as he said. As usual I assumed we would be late to my aunt's house because at that point in the trip we had about another hour to drive, and the holiday traffic was horrendous. Knowing I had all this extra time, my shoes came off and my feet were in the comfort of my fuzzy socks. Oh, those fuzzy socks, you know the ones; the ones you never for the life of you want to take off, because they are so warm you think the moment you take your feet out of them you're bound to get frost bitten feet, yeah those ones. As I was enjoying the warmth and comfort of these socks, we pulled into a rest stop. And can I tell you how much I hate rest stops, unless completely necessary. They are almost always busy and it takes forever to leave because of the traffic. My dad wanted to get more coffee, even though we had already stopped before we actually "hit the road", he felt like he needed more. Finally dad comes out of the convienience store, and we are on the road again!

Whoever invented fuzzy socks is a genius. And it was very strange that I wasn't wearing shoes in the car. When I was little and my family would travel long distances in the car I always asked my dad if I could take my shoes off. I thought that was cool of course, having no shoes on in the car. But being the over protective parent type, my dad would always reply with something along the lines of "If we ever get in a car accident, I want you to have shoes on in case we have to walk any where and there is broken glass on the road." yes, that's exactly what he would say. So now having no shoes on actually did make me feel cool.

We were almost there, so my mom decided to call her sister and tell her where we were. When my mom talks to her sisters, it's almost like they were kids again. They talk for hours on end and they laugh really really hard, harder than you have ever heard them laugh normally. So my mom called and instead of the usual hello, or hey, she always says "Hey Lo!", my aunts name being Lorraine. At this point, when I heard "Hey Lo!", I couldn't wait until we got there. And the surprising news from Aunt Lorraine was that we were actually ahead of my other aunt and uncle on their way! Early for once! Well beside the fact that we were actually suposed to be there a half an hour ago.

We finally arrived at my aunt's house and could smell the feast waiting for us as we walked up the stairs to the dining room. The room was filled with bone-crushing hugs and chatter, don't forget the chatter! Then all of a sudden I heard someone whispering. I thought I was going mad until I saw a man struggling to make conversation to my cousin in the kitchen. This man was my aunt's friend who has had laryngitis for three weeks. This poor man; besides having laryngitis for three weeks, he also had a Boston accent, which made it doubly hard to understand him. The whole time he was there it felt like he was whispering to us, but the fact of his accent made it hard not to laugh. The rest of my family had never met him, and it was completely awkward, one because of his voice imparment, but two because we had no idea who this guy was. He even made stuffed mushrooms, which I kindly refused, well because the man had laryngitis for three weeks, and I had no plan in catching it. Overall I felt bad for him, until he went outside for a cigarette, and then I didn't feel so sorry.

Thanksgiving this year was great. I was surrounded by my family and that is all that matters in the end. Good food, family, a warm house, it doesn't really get any better than that.

That is all

-"M"

What Time Is It?

Time is always a good thing to be aware of. But when you're at my school, there is no way of knowing what time it actually is, unless you have a cell phone. Because almost all of the clocks in the school are either too old to function or just don't work, most likely you won't be able to tell what time it is at any point during the day. Except for homeroom, first period, and the last period - seventh, those are easy because you either just got to school or are just leaving. And it is very hard to keep track of the time while your in class actually trying to learn something.

In the beginning of the school year everything is new again and you probably don't remember what you had for breakfast that morning let alone the bell schedule. So what ends up happening is you begin looking for signs. For example I know when to get ready to pack up for Chemistry class because another teacher walks down the hall at the same time everyday to go to a class, I'm assuming, and then I know that there is at least five minutes left of class. Five minutes = enough time to get my enormous Chemistry binder into my even larger school bag. The classic time marker though, is this; when you hear metal chairs squeaking across the floor, and they sound restless, then you know class must be over soon, because the people in the History class above you just woke up. I am so used to school without real time in every classroom, that I can't imagine school with working clocks. Unless I need to know the exact time it currently is, I am all set. In that case I either have to ask my friend what time it is on their phone, or check the time on mine, which I don't like doing all too often. Other people might think it's easier to just look at their phones, not me, I kind of like judging time by different things. If anything every happens to the clocks we have in the school now, like we actually get new ones, I would be a wreck, and probably late to class everyday, or too early. Well, let's just hope the school stays the way it is until I graduate, which is a safe bet.

That is all

P.S. Happy Thanksgiving!

-"M"

From the Great Pumpkin Charlie Brown to The Grinch In a Matter of Three Weeks? The Holidays Must Be Approaching

Holy cow it's November! I actually had to put on a winter jacket today and a scarf. It is that time of year again, a time of year that everyone looks forward to, well at least I do. Halloween is over and the annual "watching of The Great Pumpkin Charlie Brown" has already happened in my family. It's hard to believe that in less than a month the stores will be filled to the brim with people, rushing in to receive early holiday savings. Speaking of early, the other day while in Chemistry class I had an urge to watch The Grinch when I returned home from school. Unfortunately I had too much homework, so I will have to save the classic for another night, perhaps a little closer to December twenty fifth.

Holiday shopping is always fun, but getting it out of the way this early might be being a little too eager. But who can help it if stores advertise this early right? Stores must take down Halloween/Thanksgiving decorations and trinkets one day and then put up Christmas things the next, or that is just how it seems. Just today I was talking with one of my friends and we both agreed that Christmas is too commercialized these days. When people think of Christmas most just think of presents, which is a large part of the season, but what we should be thinking about is the people that mean a lot to us, not the things they purchase for us.

Every time I turn the television on now, there is a new advertisement for a new product or holidays sales, that "won't last for long". Even walking into a pharmacy lately one is bound to run into a plastic candy cane filled with some sort of tooth decaying candy. And it's too early! Don't get me wrong I love Christmas, and all of the festivities that come along with it, just not the stores pushing consumers to buy, buy, buy.

People on a mission to get the Christmas shopping done, can sometimes be humorous, so let me share with you an experience I had today at Walmart. I had just picked up a book by David Sedaris called holidays on ice, hoping to hear some of the things he encountered around the holidays. My parents had to go to Walmart to pick up a few things needed around the house, so I stayed in the car to dig into my new book. While in the car, I was semi-people watching, but just incase they had any idea that I was watching them, I would quickly look down into my book as if nothing ever occurred to me. What I learned is that people in big and small cars often get rowdy when it comes to their holiday shopping. It's funny how you can determine what kind of a person is behind the wheel, by the vehicle they are driving most of the time. They race to get a decent parking spot, and then what ends up happening is someone else will get there a little earlier, and the person hoping to get that spot will be steamed and then take their anger out on the car. Either by laying on the horn or racing somewhere else to get another spot and yelling, at some poor helpless old person that is trying ever so hard to back out of a parking spot. Their language is foul, temper's are fair, and all this for what? The latest toy truck or the last box of stuffing? Obviously this isn't all people; this was just the majority of people at Walmart on a Saturday afternoon. While I was sitting in the car, trying to be discreet a car horn went off at least twice every few minutes, and there was never a shortage of loud booming voices. I didn't go in the store and I couldn't have imagined what went on in there that I didn't see.

Any way the book is very good, as always, David Sedaris never ceases to please me for a good read. I will try to update this blog as much as I can, things have been busy and hectic lately, but science fair is coming up, and exciting things might come out of that. So stay tuned!

That is all

P.S Happy almost Thanksgiving!

-"M"

Fall. Really? Its already here?

Yes, it's that time again. Leafs, pumpkins, Halloween, back-to-school, it's all apart of the fall season. The one thing I can't stand about fall this year, though is all of the rain that we have had in the last week or so. The rain makes everything colder, and makes people less motivated in the morning to get up and go to work or school. Yes, I am from Western Massachusetts and I should be used to the cold by now right? I have lived here my whole life and I shouldn't care if I have to start wearing my clothes in layers from now on right? Well, I hate to say it, I really do, but I'm just not a fan of all this chilly weather. Everyone complains about it too, all the time. Even though, I don't like the cold that much, I don't think I'll ever move to Florida when I'm eighty with my husband, as most characteristic old people do. Fall isn't that bad, there are leafs, which I like a lot in the fall. I like going driving places and looking at all of the different color trees painted across the mountains. Other perks of the fall season would have to be apples/apple cider. There is nothing better than going apple picking in the freezing weather, and then going inside the orchard store and warming up with their hot mulled apple cider. Maybe this weather isn't the best, but everything else that comes with the fall is.

That is all (sorry, it was a very short post)

-"M"

The Dentist

Sometimes I wonder what it would be like to live next door to a dentist's office. No one likes going to the dentist, that I know anyway, so I think it would be interesting to watch out a window. While at the dentist today, looking out the window, I thought of the nursing home that I could see just next door. I thought that the elderly people living there might have a time of day, or day of week that they have come to notice gets really busy at the dentist, and they pull a chair up to their window to sneak a peak of what pain the person in the chair might be going through. Now that I think of it, most of the windows in the nursing home had the blinds open, so maybe they do watch. I can immagine them popping pop corn and, some of them, taking their denchers out to eat it, all the while keeping a close eye on the action at the dentist. Kind of like the fish in the movie Finding Nemo, the old people would watch at the window, hoping to see a kid, like me, given the news that they have to have their wisdom teeth out. They see the expression on the child's face and remember why they are thankful all of their teeth fell out already. I live on a busy street, and nothing ever happens, all that does is the occasional kid on an electric scooter that beeps so loud, that you have time to run inside and turn on music, before they pass by your house. When college is over and I buy an apartment in the city, I will make sure there is something interesting outside my window, that way I can pull a chair up to my window with a bowl of popcorn and enjoy the free entertainment, I won't even have to buy a t.v.! Well, maybe I won't have to buy a t.v.

The Traveling Trumpeter

Have you ever been in an awkward situatuion in which you were seated, maybe at a table or perhaps on a lawn, and someone playing an instrument, or singing came up to you and started playing only to you? Well this instance almost happened the other night. I, being a good piano student, attended my piano teacher's jazz ensemble performance - plus I am sort of a fan of jazz music. The night was perfect, a cool breeze floated across my face after a long, scortchingly hot day looking after little campers at Girl Scout Camp. The band was playing really well, and then the trumpet player decided to take a few paces forward because he had, really, the only moveable instrument. It reminded me of people in plays or musicals that sometimes step off stage and torture an old guy by standing next to him while the spotlight beams down on his bald head. It just makes the person feel more awkward and bathed in sweat than before. The trumpet guy in my piano teacher's band was approaching people that looked uneasy about the idea, so he returned to his small patch of grass in front of the other players. The sighs of relief filled the air, and everyone returned back to the, by now, accustomed routine of reading their books and only looking up after a song had been played to applaud. Overall the music was very enjoyable, and I look forward to the next Thursday night at seven p.m.

That is all

-"M"

"The Hottest Number In Town" I Guess?

It's always fun to go to my Dad's work, not only does the company provide free coffee and hot drinks for its workers(which means I get a chai every time I go) it also has a wide variety of employees. Including the office - people who deal with phone calls, customers, and get to stay in the air-conditioned space all day long while my Dad and the other technitions work on the boilers. Oh yes, I forgot to mention that my Dad is a furnace tech and also fixes air-conditioners. We went back to visit the office to get my Dad's check because he is on vacation and that means that I had to encounter all of the co-workers. It's kind of like going to a family reuinion and distant relatives that you never see come up to you and tell you how they haven't seen you in so long and how much you've grown, only you don't feel so bad for not remembering them because you're not in any way related to them. The first person my Dad and I saw was a guy that acts and almost looks like David Spade, only with brown hair. Our first, "Hi "M", how are you?", and then he made fun of my Dad because he's just a happy-go-lucky guy who really has nothing to be made fun of, except for maybe his 70's style transition glasses. Next we traveled outside, and back into the humid summer of Western Massachusetts. Some of my Dad's buddies were outside working in their vans, so we decided to take a trip down the road to say hello. Right off the bat they all said "Wow you're getting so big, why is your dad driving?". They were all shocked to hear that I don't have my drivers liscence, but really it isn't that surprising. Then, while still sitting in the car I looked to the right and stared at these weird statue things that are on the top of the main building. One is a cave man and the other is a demon-like creature whose eyes light up at night, which makes it even the more creepy. Then I tuned back into the conversation that my Dad was partaking in with his friends at work. It was pretty boring so again, I tuned back out. All in all the trip to, "the shop" as my Dad calls it, was as usual - entertaining and a bright spot in the day.

That is all. Sorry not much today. But it is summer!!!!

-"M"

For All of Those Who Have Doubted It Before, Big Brother Is Definitely Watching You Now

It's a novel about a crazy, uncontrolled yet somehow freakishly controlled community and how one citizen hopes to rebel against their authority figure, otherwise known as Big Brother, a telescreen located everywhere in the community, controlling everything and every person living within its boundaries. 1984, by George Orwell was the first book we read this year and it was a really amazing book. Most of our class was into the book, interested, and biting at the bit to read the next chapter, or at least I was. There is a saying in this book and it goes like this "Big Brother is watching you." referring to the screen watching all of the people and their actions; creepy yes, but it's only a book, until today when I walked into English class. Spray painted and slightly crooked was a picture of Tom Selleck and the print under him read 'Big Brother is watching you' in big bold block letters on the left side of the back wall which is facing the whole room but mostly the row that I am near. The picture is black with white accents and it looks a little creepy to a person who hasn't read the book. All I have to say is wow, and what will the incoming ninth grade think when they walk into Mr. G.'s room next year?

There probably would have been a scene dedicated to Romeo and Juliet in the place where Big Brother is painted if the Shakespearean play was not so violent, and inappropriate as our class has discovered. There are the few characters in it like the nurse who just have a lot to say and most of it doesn't turn out so proper.

It is true I am not that loud. While in school, what I think to be talking really loud is so quiet I normally have to repeat it to others. Outside of school however my friends can't get me to, for lack of better terms, shut up. This shyness is portrayed by many guys in my class because they, like any other male teen, don't want to read a love story like Romeo and Juliet. So, a guy came across a line in which he had to scream JULIET! But did he do it? No, obviously he said it flatly, "juliet". Focusing on emphasis our teacher told him to read it something like, "JULIEEEEEEEETT" and he yelled so loud that our crazy, slightly off his rocker history teacher came in the room just to make sure things were okay. I swear anyone walking by the classroom or in the classroom above us could hear our teacher. It was very bizarre because our English teacher never yells. Anyone who was sleeping in our class or the class next to us was awake after that.

That is all

-"M"

Well This Would Be My Day

Wardrobe malfunction. This is what started my day off. It is finally warm out so I decided to wear my new sandals to school. Not even to my locker yet I scuffed my right sandal on the floor and the top of it separated from the bottom. So I hopped to my friends "B" and "K" with my shoe making a sound worse than flip flops. The only solution that we could think of at seven in the morning was to glue my shoe which would have been fine if we used something different than Elmer's glue and let it dry over night. Unfortunately we didn't have that much time to spare. My friend "K" took the sandal and went to glue it leaving me shoeless on one foot in the hallway. I could have hopped, I get that, but it would have looked even more awkward so I set my right foot on the cold, filthy floor and headed to homeroom. People started coming into my homeroom so I had to hide my shoeless foot behind my other leg while sitting at a desk. Finally "K" arrived with my newly glued sandal and I put it back on my bare foot. Home room ended and I was feeling confident when all of a sudden I felt a slip and the parts of my shoe, again, separated. So I continued walking my sandal flopping all the way to math class. My teacher noticed my limping and my discombobulated shoe and had the best idea all day. Stapling it held the two pieces in place and allowed the glue to dry without the disruption of me walking. Thank you Mrs. J-P!

Then some wise guy decided to mess with the keyboard I use in computer class and they jammed the delete key, switched the p and k keys, switched the r and t keys and the a and l keys. However I didn't notice because in that class we aren't allowed to look at our fingers while typing so I typed everything correctly but then looked at the keys after and it messed me up even more and took me even longer to finish my resume. Thanks to the person who had nothing else to do in the class before me for that it was great to deal with.

A typical symbol describing science or science class would be a flask bubbling held by a crazy looking scientist guy right? Well this picture in my head came true today in Biology class. We are making yogurt and one of the ingredients needed is obviously milk. You have to heat it and then add powdered milk and a little bit of yogurt to it. Our teacher was heating the milk in containers on a burner during class and she went to turn one of them off. But instead of turning it off she turned the temperature up. This scared us all when we heard someone in the back of the class say "Uh it's bubbling". The milk bubbled over and poured all the way down the cabinets to the floor. This was the only time this year I heard a teacher swear. She quickly ran over to it and took it off the burner and had to mop up the mess. The rest of the period was spent listening to people go by in the hallway saying "who burnt toast?" because the milk had spilled the burner which had something that was burnt on it and it smelled exactly like burnt toast or burnt popcorn.

Oh English class. It is almost getting as hilarious as History class. Almost everyday conversations about the lesson spiral off into something completely irrelevant. For example today while talking about Shakespearian Vocabulary we came across the word Sirrah I think and our teacher mentioned how he thought it was used in the movie "Ants". This was ironic because the word was under the category for our notes "Words Nobody Uses". So for a while our class talked about the first spiral of conversation the movie "Ants" and then there were some people who thought that the movie "Bug's Life" was apparently better and actually had changed their life. Then the conversation turned into tiny talk - what I mean by this is that everything mentioned had something to do with something small. So the next thing to talk about and waste class time was the movie "Honey I Shrunk The Kids" because all of the people were small, I suppose it had something to do with the topic. Then going back to the first topic someone mentioned how there was a cute, chubby caterpillar in either "Ants" or "Bug's Life" I can't even remember now I've gotten myself too confused to try to recall all of this. And our teacher was completely lost for words, sitting down at a desk just waiting for the conversations to end. Eventually we got back to the lesson and I figured out that the word I have criticized my Dad for using around dinner time, "Sup", from the Shakespearian Vocabulary actually means "To eat". Sorry Dad I guess you were right after all.

That is all

-"M"

Why Shopping Malls Are So Awkward

It is a public place where everyone is free to be themselves because they don't know anyone around them especially in a different town and could care less what they think. This place is a mall the hangout place for teens and elderly folks on weekday mornings. I payed a visit to one of these last Sunday after serving mass at my church. Yes I'm an alter server and it's pretty enjoyable except for last Sunday when I was refilling the wine holder and I spilled it on my hand but most of it landed on the carpet. Thank God the wine was not spilled on the alter and thank God that the carpet was red. I had to wash my hand though because I was going to my aunts house with "B" and we planned to go to a mall near Springfield, MA.

My aunts can do two things very well when they get together with my mom and that is shop for hours and talk your ear off. Yes we all have a lot to catch up on but sitting at a restaurant already finished with your meal for about an hour and having to listen (because no one can get a word in edgewise) for at least four hours can be a pain. It was a nice outing but our tailbones hurt after a sitting and waiting for that long. After exploring the huge JC Penny store and going up the down escalator "B" and I decided to head out to the rest of the mall. Once we were done looking around the rest of the mall we went back to JC Penny and guess who was still on the first floor of the store in the same section? Yes, they were still looking at washcloths and things. What else was there to do then sit on the display couches in the store and people watch? "B" and I watched as people went by and we tried to guess their life story. Our first contender was a boy about six years of age who was picking his nose. At first he was all by himself but his parents, as interesting as their child, came along soon after. We decided that his mom was a reader and wanted the perfect child which was obviously not the booger picking six-year-old. But don't fear they had another child who was not even a year old this kid was destined to be a moma's boy. Their father was normal and there was sadly nothing to make up about him. Laughing about our assumptions because they were probably completely false we saw another couple coming through. This couple was so boisterous that we actually know the husband's name. Dale was trying to show his wife the products he saw on t.v. by saying "You come over here this on t.v.!" Dales wife replied, "Nu uh I ain't comin over there." Then Dale ran away off into the store. Dale's wife, "DALE! DALE!" And I'm not sure he was ever found. Poor Dale, he wanted to show something to his wife that probably meant a great deal to him because he saw it with his own eyes on t.v. and she wouldn't go over to see it. It's probably also the reason why he ran away.

Yelling throughout the store, now this is something I wish I had the courage to do, but I don't. The trip was quite an unusual one. But on the other hand when isn't a trip to somewhere different unusual?

That is all

-"M"

When the Most Hated Subject Is On Its Way to Becoming the Best Part of My Day

What do you think about when you hear "History Class"? I think of sitting in a room for way too long, listening to a lecture that has gone too far into detail. I also think of a teacher who is so old that they could be one of the people in the books the school gives us to read. But having a goofy, slightly off his rocker, old teacher isn't, I have found out, always a bad thing.

My class this year has been filled with crazy things that just brighten up my day. For example the other day our teacher just randomly started screaming, which jump started our heartbeats and anyone else in the two classes beside ours could hear the man. Then yesterday we had yet another reenactment only this time I was a runaway slave. Three guys were called to the front of the room as well as I and I was given a stuffed animal moose, which was the same one that was thrown around the room in the first blog post. The moose I was told was my baby and I had to run away from the slave catchers. When our teacher said go I walked to the end of the room carrying my 'baby' that looked nothing like me whatsoever, trying to escape the ever so scary ninth grade boys. It was great none of us or the class could keep a straight face. Today the antics continued. There is a kid in my class who normally just goes by his nickname which is A.O. - his initials - very original I know. Our history teacher found out about the kid's nickname and started using it. Another kid in our class yelled out "So what are we going to call you Bob?" Bob is our history teacher's name. Then someone else said "I know we can call you B.O.!" This was a brilliant idea I think and the class showed their approval with their laughter. I could not stop laughing at this even when the class stopped, which was a little embarrassing so I ceased my laughter. The class I used to hate is slowly becoming my favorite part of the day, who knows what will happen tomorrow.

Changing the subject to walking. As you know my friends and I are speed walkers. At school we are like those people who walk around the mall numerous times for their workout otherwise known as "Mall walkers" usually middle-aged women and sometimes even older. "B" and I walk around our school which is shaped like an "H" every morning waiting for the homeroom bell to ring. I swear by the end of this year we will have walked at least 100 miles, well maybe not that much but still. This becomes a problem when freshmen boys block the hallway. Their usual standing spots are in front of my or "B"'s locker or in front of the double doors of the hallway. I am the more shy person and "B" is a lot more forceful than I will ever be. So they usually get yelled at or hit with the door and we manage to get through. I wouldn't be too surprised if we have a name with the guys like "The walkers" or something of that nature. But I love to walk and it is a good way to wake up your brain in the morning if your not so overly tired that you fall over into a door or nearby locker, which has happened to a friend of mine.

Anyway

That is all

-"M"

Bugs Should Stay Outside

Most may not know I have a thing about butterflies and they don't really appeal to me. Yes I suppose they are pretty to look at but they flutter and there is a chance they will land on your shoulder, head, or even worse your nose. I guess I don't like insects in general because they crawl and most of the time have multiple legs. My phobia turned into a reality the other day in math class. While doing an assignment my eye caught something large, black as the night sky, and with many legs and crawling straight towards my school bag. My eyes widened and I had to warn my other friends about this crawling creature. It kept crawling down the aisle of desks and each of my friends, one by one saw the thing and got up and headed to the back of the room. The little shrieks we made brought the thing to the guys attention and it would soon be gotten rid of. Personally I didn't care what they did to the beetle I just didn't want it in my sight any longer. But going against my wishes of just killing the darn thing they, politely, moved it on a napkin and brushed it out the window. The rest of the class was spent flinching thinking of the bug's relatives that might be crawling around as well.

After the bug incident I had to use the bathroom so I asked my teacher if I could go. She said yes and gave me her key to the bathroom incase it was locked. And guess what? It was locked. There was a senior outside that got kicked out of class and I didn't pay any attention to him most likely smirking at me - the freshman who couldn't open the bathroom door. I turned the key this way and that but nothing seemed to work. I eventually got the door unlocked to a pitch black bathroom. I found the light switch and let go of the door that squeaked close. There were numerous keys on the key ring and after I went to the bathroom I did not remember which one was the right key to lock the door again. So after trying two keys upside down and right side up the last key was the one. I locked the door and finally made it back to class.

The most annoying thing to run into when you are in a store trying to buy something is the person in front of you in line that complains and complains just to save a few dollars on something completely pointless. This happened to me the other day at Walmart trying to get pictures that I had developed. The woman in front of me was trying to find the item she ordered online and had shipped to the store. After many complaints and quoting other associates that "promised" her the order was at the store we still had to wait. When they finally found the order the price "Seemed to be wrong", so again more waiting was in store for me as well as the other people in line behind me. Even when the clerk let me go in front because I was only there to pick up pictures the lady still had to wait for another associate.

Everyone knows those situations in which they "had to be there" to get it, this happened in English today. While reviewing terms for an upcoming poem test an outburst of laughter came from the left side of the room. My classmates were laughing so hard about something that they couldn't even begin to tell the rest of the class why the uncontrolled snickering had begun. We reviewed by playing a game in which there were teams of two students. The guy in front of my group apparently said or did something extremely humorous that the rest of the class missed and the laughing of only two students continued for a while. The laughter created a chain reaction throughout the room, because the people who were laughing had such explosive laughs that everyone else, even though we didn't know what the cause joined in as well. Finally catching their breaths the class got back to fighting for a Snickers bar for a reward of knowing our Poetry Terms.

April! It is already April. Which means only one thing - rain. But so far the weather has been pleasant and summer-like, for New Englander's this means eighty degrees or higher. Hopefully the weather will continue and the sun will stay.

That is all.

-"M"

A.P. = Advanced Placement or an Absolute Punishment?

If you have read the blog entry a ways back entitled "Mid-terms Part Two" you know that I am not very fond of History class. Then why was I one of the eight kids pulled out of class today to inform us that we were all chosen for an A.P. or Advanced Placement U.S. History 2 class for next year? This was a crazy idea at first thought, but then again I was recommended, the other students in it are up to my maturity level and I have the grades to support it. So after talking about it with my parents I have decided to take the class! We will see how this goes, but even though it is a bit of a challenge being a college course I think I can manage. After that news was given to us by our current history teacher about five of the girls in my class including me were told to stand in the front of the room. So, we did, wondering what else was in store for us today. Our class is currently studying women's rights so we were going on strike in the front of the room with blank posters in our hands chanting some ridiculous saying that our teacher made up that all of us were too shy to say so we just stood there shyly. Then, oh then, we got 'arrested' by the obnoxious guys in class but they were also too shy to put us in the slammer. They seemed at first like they were serious, taking off their sweatshirts and jackets to the effect of "I'm a tough guy and oh yeah I'm a freshman too." But the reenactment was discontinued and it was time to get back to class.

American Idol is one of my favorite shows of all time. Say what you want, say it's rigged and the judges are too critical and it was better when Paula Abdul was on it but I still love it. It has gone downhill since season seven, but I still continue to watch it. At my school every year there is a singing contest, much like American Idol. Students can come and laugh at the people who should never open their mouths to sing and be amazed at people in school who really have a talent, and then vote on who they think is the best. Rehearsal was today after school and I had planned to stay after school for math. While doing my math homework I heard funky disco music being played ever so loudly outside of the classroom door. They were rehearsing in the hallway, and oh boy was it a challenge to do Algebra while upperclassmen are running up and down the hallway. It was funny though to hear the music being played, my math teacher even started dancing, which was a bit odd but good for a laugh. Then when I was done with my math and about to leave school I was stopped by the performance in the hall that I was trying to pass through. I, lucky me, got to see the whole performance, which was actually pretty cool. Then when the upperclassmen were done dancing to the funky music I passes by even more excited to see the show coming up.

That is all

-"M"

I'm not blind but there is a slight chance I might be deaf

"Really I could have sworn you said..." Is a phrase that I've come to use on a daily basis. I could be going deaf, but it could also be that people don't speak up. I sound a lot like my parents now; asking people to repeat things that were said too fast or things that they just can't understand, because they "whispered" or "mumbled". "B", though happens to think I need hearing aids. Just in time to test this scenario the Scoliosis, hearing, and vision test was taken today at school. We were called down during 7th period three at a time to the nurses office. I have a really straight back, I even get criticized, which I think is pretty funny, from my friends in school about how I sit up so straight that they can't see over my head. My response to this is "When you are crippled and so bent over from slouching that your fingertips almost touch the ground, I'd be glad to open doors for you." The woman who checked me for scoliosis said that I tilt slightly to the right, mostly because I am right handed and I carry my book bag on my right shoulder with all of my books in it. After that check it was on to vision and hearing. I went out of the first room to the next, when I see my friend, lets call him "P" sitting outside with a worried look on the other nurse's face. I asked "P" what had happened, turns out he broke the headphones for the hearing test. Lovely now I can't even take the hearing test, they have to reschedule it! It was hilarious though how "P" didn't mean to damage it in any way, he was just putting the headphones on when he heard a crack and they basically fell apart. "P" apologized many times with the only reply from the nurse being "You better be". Then she asked him why he did such a thing. Poor "P" now the rest of my class has to take the hearing test on another day. My hearing or lack there of will be proven to be false on a later date. I am not deaf "B" I can hear you just fine! But you may have to speak up sometimes.

Pull Up Your Pants Please

Well at least it was a nice day out today, but we again had another fire drill. It came at the perfect time - fourth period History class. We were just about to start taking notes when all of a sudden we felt relief, hearing the obnoxious siren ring out. Our class quickly shuffled outside, but on our way there one kid in my class let's call him Pants Boy didn't remember to pull his pants up this morning. I guess this is the new fashion, but in my opinion it is very lazy plus a hazard. Pants Boy had his jeans at his knees jumping to pull them up anytime they got too low but eventually they did as we were rushing out the door for the fire drill. Red-checkered boxers and all, Pants Boy was hopping along not really all that embarrassed of exposing his back end to the whole class. He finally pulled his pants up to his waist when we got outside, but they wouldn't stay there for long. Along with getting thrown to the ground in this game that they guys were playing, Pants Boy's pants once again fell to his ankles. I think next time he should buy jeans that fit him better or wear a belt and hoist them up to his waist for once! Another fire drill but at least we were outside for some time during the beautiful weather we are having.

When a child finds out a new noise to make they just keep making it over and over again, or when they realize that a certain thing they do annoys somebody they will, again, do it over and over. While writing an essay that none of us felt like writing, let's call him Squeak was making his shoes squeak by moving them back and forth. Once he found out that his shoes made this noise that was the only thing he did for about five minutes.And that was the only thing I could hear when I was attempting to write a five-paragraph essay. I tried thinking the words in my head that I was going to write "Out of all of... SQUEAK... the...SQUEAK...poems." and it drove me nuts. Thankfully he finally stopped being amazed at what the friction of rubber and cement can do and the squeaking stopped. Overall it has been a humorous and great day. Not much happened though. Maybe more tomorrow.

That is all

-"M"

Fine, Pinch me. I'm not Irish!

Happy St. Patrick's day everyone. Almost everyone was clad in their green clothes today and their green earrings, necklaces, socks, and so on. But what does one do when they are not Irish? My biology teacher heard this morning a disk-jockey on the radio allowing a pinch to be given to any person that was not wearing green. And yes, today I wore purple so I was pinched in the arm by my friend "K" and not so gentle was she. But what can I say I'm Italian! My mom's friend always used to say "Everyone's Irish on St. Patrick's day." Well if this is the case then shouldn't everyone also be a fool on April Fool's Day. Plus I wore the only green shirt I have on Monday, forgetting that Wednesday was the day devoted to this color.

The sun was shining bright today - a break for the lot of us living in Massachusetts, for we have had storms and dark weather for what seems like a very long time. I am a speed walker and this can get annoying especially in the hallway of school. When people travel at their leisure and don't mind being late for class is what I dislike the most. Or when I am speed-walking and the person in front of me just stops in their tracks to talk to someone or to think about something, yes I guess they aren't good at multitasking, and then I bump into them. Or the drifters, the people that go from one side of the hallway to another and mess up everyone's path in the process. I guess now I know why at my middle school they had tape down the middle of the hallway and why teacher's would always say "You have to do the 'right' thing and walk on the right side of the hallway." This does in fact make perfect sense and I think high school students need to be told this. Today I was trying to get to a class that gives detention if we are late. So my speed-walking kicked in and I was passing people fine until I came to the middle of the hallway, which means there are a pair of doors that have to be opened. Destined to pass the guy just in front of me and beat him to the door my strides got even longer and my footsteps faster. I got to the door and opened it, feeling accomplished for about five seconds until I heard a thunk. What I didn't notice when I was about to open the door was that the guy behind me still had his head in the way of the door. Yep, I hit him square in the forehead. Apologizing frantically I said "I'm sooo sorry, are you okay?" He shook his head yes and I hoped he wouldn't have a red mark on his head for the rest of the day. I felt so bad, after all the poor kid had to go to class after this incident.

Finally I reached Biology class. This class has a wide variety of students and it is very common that something unusual will happen. For example, today as we were leaving the song "Lean On Me" came into someone's mind and they just started singing it out. The the rest of the class chimed in, and why not, being sixth period and almost time to go home we all need someone to lean on. All out of tune our class even continued to sing this song throughout the hallway passing to seventh period. They continued to sing until all I could hear was a hum in the distance.

Again happy St. Patrick's Day!

That is all

-"M"

Well, I think I've been caught

For those of you who have been reading this blog for a while I know you know about Church Boy. Well now I think my parents know about him; I know they know who he is and see him every Sunday, but now they most likely know about my crush on him. The way they probably found out was during the process of changing my sheets. I have a cold now and it was really bad yesterday, but is getting better today. And the worst chore I can think of is changing sheets on a bed, especially if you have to flip the mattress and it is turning into what my mom calls "a hot dog bun". So my parents willingly changed my sheets for me, which I was grateful for until I realized, after they had changed the sheets that I had a picture of Church Boy under my pillow to hide it from them when I was showing my friends what he looks like. I looked everywhere for the picture, under my bed, in the garbage, on the kitchen table but it was nowhere to be found. I then looked on the headboard of my bead where all my c.d.'s are kept, and there folded up was the picture. My heart was fluttering as I considered all of the possibilities of how it got there - My parents obviously found it and they either didn't bother looking at it thinking it was me being a fan girl of a boy in a band, or they opened it revealing Church Boy to their very eyes. So I brought this dilemma to "B", and I asked, "If you were my parents and you saw a folded piece of paper under my pillow, would you open it?" Considering this for about five seconds "B"'s answer was "Yes." She then reminded me that if my parents are so involved with my life that they always make sure I have my cell phone on ring-tone and that I keep my shoes on in the car, that unfolding a piece of paper was probably a thing they would do. So far they haven't said anything but there is another pot-luck dinner this Friday and they might say something about it. Being friends with Church Boy's dad, my dad might slip a word or two to him and that would be the worst thing ever. I guess.

That is all

-"M"

You know it's never a good thing when you are called by your first and middle name

Hello internet readers it has been a long time since anyone has updated this blog. As you know "B" has decided to not write on the blog anymore, but that doesn't mean that I won't continue writing on here.

Anyway, today was the day that we had to decide our futures. Our career pathways were chosen today. The pathways we choose have to relate to what our jobs will be. Why, though do we have to decide this now?! We are only freshman! Today we went from class to class signing up for next year's courses; sophomore year is quickly approaching. The worst thing to hear when you are a child is your first, middle, and sometimes last name said all together very loud and in a voice that is recognized as your mother's. There is always a consequence coming when full names are used to call a child. Also hearing your first, middle, and last name said over a microphone at graduation can be a daunting thought to most youth. But when teachers use middle names in class at high school it is just weird and kind of a bragging rights to the kids who have unusual middle names or very proper ones like Donald. Our english teacher today, as he was signing off our papers to recommend our class for honors english 10 next year said aloud our first and middle names, the ones that could be pronounced that is. Some people have different middle names that are hard to pronounce at first but once heard in the proper way of saying they sound really unique. For example I met this kid once whose middle name was Thyme. One of my classmates was sarcastically rooted on by others in the class because his middle name was Donald. Scarlet faced, and smiling he walked up to the teacher's desk awaiting his future class for english.

Now jumping back to last Saturday. It was my friend "R"'s Birthday, so we had planned to go see a play and then go out to dinner with my other friend "K". The play was very entertaining and I would like to see it again. If anyone wants to look it up it is called the Mikado, a Japanese heritage play. It is tradition at my friend "R"'s birthday to have a scavenger hunt around her house. It usually leads to a treat for the party attendees. The scavenger hunt this year however was a bit different than the previous years - it was held outside throughout the city. After the play was over with "R"'s mom surprised us with this news and excitedly we ran off to the first destination - an Irish restaurant. For anyone who is reading this that lives where I live, it is the Irish restaurant, that I won't name, near the library. Scaring people in the window of this restaurant, I screamed "There it is!!!!" when I found the clue. The people in the window could not see the clue because it was on the wall underneath the window. They gave me strange looks as I tried to detach the paper clue from the wall. We followed the next few clues which somehow involved us going by that same window-front over and over again, until the people I'm guessing were sick of seeing us running and screaming by. At one point in our trek we had to cross a street, which in our city near park square, can be very challenging. Before we did so I looked down at the ground and in the snow was a brand new twenty dollar bill. I called my friends over, and in disbelief they saw the green bill in my hand. Looking down my friend "K" found yet another mint-condition twenty dollar bill. Then my friend "R", the birthday girl, looked and found the last twenty dollar bill. Amazed by what we found we asked "R"'s mom if this was part of the scavenger hunt, stunned, she said no. So we ran to "R"'s dad to ask him if he would stay in the area we found the money to see if anyone by chance lost sixty dollars. I am still amazed by this today; it is usual to find maybe a dollar or two but not three twenty dollar bills. And yes we looked to see if they were real, and they all had the security thread in them. What a Saturday night - running around the city, finding twenty dollars a piece, and going out to dinner, it was the best birthday party I have attended so far.

That is all

-"M"

And the Snow Just Keeps on Falling

Well it hit us. It finally hit us. That big snowstorm that our area was supposed to get a few weeks ago finally came. This is undoubtedly a real snow day. It isn't a day with a few flurries, it is much more than that, as I'm typing the snow circles rapidly to the ground. This all started yesterday before the school bell rang throughout the halls, snow was beginning to come down. With many predictions on how much of the white stuff was expected; some said three to four inches, some said eight to twelve inches. Our last day off, because of expected snow was more or less a joke, for we had nothing but a few flurries that stopped when the hand on the clock reached twelve. All of my relatives were irritated knowing they had to go to work and public schools got a free snow day. I usually walk down to my grandmother's house on snow days with my crazy puppy who loves to play in the snow. Last snow day my cousin, let's call him "D", came over after work to pick up soup my grandmother had made for his dinner. The first words out of his mouth when he saw me sitting on the couch enjoying my day off was "Bull crap snow day!" Yes it was "D" but that is why it was, for me, all the more enjoyable.

Today I will arrive at my grandmothers house looking like a snowman, my puppy will have clumps of snow all over her fur. My puppy, like every other loves to play in the snow. I find it hard to get her to come back inside to the warmth of our home because she is having a grand old time for herself. She is very adorable and bunny-like hopping through the snow but when she returns from her adventure outside she is not adorable. Her stomach and chest fill up with clumps of snow that are much like burs. If you don't know what a bur is it is a plant that tends to stick to clothing, hair, etc. The snow is very hard to pull off of her so I decided just to let it melt off. This will probably happen when we walk through the once shoveled sidewalks to my grandmothers house.

Yesterday the snow started getting worse as soon as everyone in school was on their bus. This is a day when you wish you were old enough to drive a car to school. Our bus, after it picks up us, the highschoolers, has to go pick up the middleschoolers. On our way there a bus spun out on the top of a hill, which left us in a delay of at least twenty minutes. Then our bus driver decided to follow another bus down a side street that led out to the main street the other bus was stuck at. The bus we decided to follow then knocked over a stop sign while turning and almost didn't make the corner. We were lucky enough to not get hit or stuck on the way to the middle school. We safely picked up the "little kids" and were finally headed home. When we returned home, my neighbors and I as we were walking home realized we were getting off the bus at the same time elementary school children were getting out of school (3:15 p.m.)

Looks like the snow is letting up a little, kinda, well maybe not.

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-"M"

Getting on with life's adventures.

Today, while i was thinking of what to write about, i thought back into the last few days I realized that there were many things that have happened, but nothing I really felt needed to be posted where anyone could read them. It's my business, and I don't think anyone really cares enough about what i ate for breakfast or Where i went last Sunday. The point is, It is my life, and if i want people to know about it, i will tell them. Not to say I am against blogging, I think it is a great thing for people with interesting lives who are easy to relate to. For example, if this were a blog about a new job, then everyone with a new job could relate. But although a typical teenager could relate, I don't know any typical teenager who actually reads this, and if their were, it would either be one of my friends who already knows about everything, or someone i know that i am not comfortable knowing my personal business. Basically, I you don't know what happened, I don't want you to, or its not important enough. I really don't think by writing this, I am helping any teenager relate, which was my purpose for this blog. The other purpose was to have record of things as they were happening, almost like an online diary, but then I realized if i desperately felt the need to remember these things, i would have written them on a much more personal level in an actual diary. I've been thinking about this for quite some time, but what really made me decide was when i heard tiger woods' speech yesterday, and then heard a news station analyze every move of his 'audience' "well you'll notice this lady over here didn't make eye contact with him.' Who cares! they used a variety of circles and arrows and special affects to show how these people reacted to what he was saying. It was then I began to Wonder why people are so obsessed with this. Sure, it was wrong of him to do, and sure he was a role model for people and what not, but there are lots of non famous people who have made this mistake who must have been a role model for at least someone. They don't have to make a public apology. I also think it is good that he made an apology to everyone, but if the press wasn't so obsessed with this, it would have been much more personal and only between his friends and family. Of coarse now the press is going to go after the people he spoke to, invading their personal lives. Any way, that made me realize that my opinions on life are personal, and that no one needs know my every move. Not saying it would ever get to that level of publicity, but I really have nothing important i want anyone to know. So, I will be continuing my life's adventure, not worrying about the next blog post, or anything else for that matter, I have enough to deal with, I don't need to flaunt it to the world. "m" will probably continue with this blog, because I'm sure she blogs for different reason than I do and has different views on the situation, But This will be my last post. Unless of course I become part of something I feel is really important that could really help people view life in a different way, or when I am older and have a reason to blog (i.e. a new job etc.) So I 'B' here by resign from this blog. Wasn't that such an official letter? It makes me feel like I'm the most important person in the world resigning from the most important job in the world. Well, enjoy your lives (:


love,

'B'



p.s. Sorry for all my gramitcal errors and spelling mistkakes (:

Two Days Away From Home

This post will include everything that has happened over the course of two days. So let's start with yesterday. My mom and my friend "R" went to the Boston Museum of Science. "R" is a huge Harry Potter fan so we went to see the exhibition. It was very cool to see all of the intricate details that you wouldn't know of by just seeing the movie. All of the actual props and costumes where there behind ropes and in glass boxes, and I even got to sit in the character Hagrad's chair! On our way to the museum we stopped to get, as my mom calls it "spit", but really windshield washer fluid. It was early, around ten in the morning and everyone at the rest stop was either there to use the bathroom or get breakfast. A car pulled up next to us and a man came out and looked a little groggy from an early morning awakening. The next thing I know he was stretching. Hands pointed towards the sun, looking like he was about to go into a series of jumping jacks. He was there for a good five minutes before he entered the convenient store. That was how the day started off. Our first exhibit we saw was a butterfly one. Previously I had known I liked to look at butterflies but to me they were a little scary up close, I did not however know that I am petrified of the winged creatures. We ventured into the room surrounded by plants and lots and lots of butterflies. One swooped down and almost skimmed my head, I quickly ducked down and almost hit my friend "R" who thought my phobia of attacking butterflies was just hilarious. I found my way out of there as soon as possible. Besides doors, elevators are also very awkward and can be dangerous. On our way home we took the elevator which could have been a mistake. We got on and then a family followed us in and told us what troubles they had with elevators throughout the day. Wonderful; spoiling a good day with a group that has had bad luck in elevators. The worst thing about them was that they had small children, apart from being a little loud and excited they hit the wrong button that took us to the basement or some deserted parking garage. Apprehensive, but we let them push the button we thought would take us to where we needed to go, and thankfully it did. The family's grandmother started to sing a song from the t.v. show "Mr. Rodgers". She sang out sarcastically "What a loverly day in the neighborhood." And yes, she said loverly. However it wasn't the floor the family needed to get off on; the doors closed and they were off to another floor, hopefully the one they needed.

Now I will fill you in on what happened today. My mom has two sisters, one who lives about ten minutes away and one that lives about two hours away so today we did what we always do when we get together - shop. My aunts could talk for forever and ever and they could also shop forever and forever. They are the best and sometimes say or do the weirdest things that will make anyone laugh. Today my aunt Lorraine was looking at a price of something and, as most middle age people have to do, she put her glasses on to see the microscopic print on the label. After this she left her glasses hanging from her ears and around her chin. She continued through the store this way and even when we were cashing out. I love her but this was priceless. Leaving the store I bumped into, with a cart, the door which clearly read "Automatic" in big green letters. What I didn't notice was the small sign at the bottom of the door which read "Not Automatic - Push". Automatic doors are nice, when they are working and you don't have to push them.

That is all
-"M"

The Hand Incident, and Talking to Strangers

It's the first lesson one learns as a child. It is very important and adults tend to repeat it often until it drives one mad. It is the old "Don't talk to strangers" lesson. I was very good at this as a child, and now I think I'm even better at it, just ask "B" I get very nervous talking to people, especially over the phone and if I don't know them. Locked out of my house the other day after school, not having my phone or my key, my only choice was to walk to my grandmother's house just down the street. On my way there I saw a girl that is younger than me who is on my bus. Trying to break free from this awkwardness I have towards talking to people I told her my dilemma. I stated "I Forgot the darn keys and my phone!" now I'm not sure if she knew who I was or that I am on her bus but she gave a fake laugh. Well at least I talked! Might have scared the poor child but at least I talked! Earlier something similar to this incident happened. Opening doors is just awkward. Either you hold the door for someone for 15 minutes waiting for them to get to the door or you shut it and they are already there and it has just slammed in their face. But don't get me wrong there are certain occasions where door opening goes perfectly, well it did not the other day. It was the end of the day, everyone was rushing out of the doors. I was about to go out a door when a junior opened it for me. Accidentally brushing my hand against his. It was the most embarrassing thing to happen in my freshman career so far. When he looked back to see why I had held my hand against his hand for so long I already had moved myself far, far away from him and was walking fast to get ahead of him. Phew! Well finally vacation has started! "B" and I are listening to songs from 2004 to 2005, in other words remembering our childhood.

That is all

-"M"

Middle-Aged Men Singing to Miley Cyrus, Otherwise Known as the Father Daughter Dance

It's an event when daughters and their fathers come together for a dance; a tradition that was formed when I was three years old. It is also just like a family reunion, being introduced to people who haven't seen you since you were about as high as their knees. This dance means a lot to me and my father, it's worth the price of the ticket and all will have an enjoyable experience. But with every year comes new music and each year the new music becomes more explicit than the year previous. While we were standing in line to get our pictures taken a new song comes blasting out of the speakers. This song is defiantly not appropriate for little ones who are not even five years of age yet, heck it's not even appropriate for me to be hearing. Plus this song is all electronic, not even a guitar or real drum beat, instead a beat from a computer. As I looked around me, disgusted I saw what this song was doing. Teaching young girls to act the way it says to in the song lyrics. Little mouths speaking the lyrics of a person who probably doesn't know what they were writing at the time could have an impact. Most of the words should have been edited out, and the D.J. should have had the sense to not play the song at all. As we moved further in the line, what else should come on but Miley Cyrus's hit "Party In The U.S.A." Every little girl screamed when they heard the first strums of the guitar in the song. At least this song is much more appropriate than the one that was just played. With all of the music I listen to it surprises me to hear my father singing some of the songs I know when we are in the car. It makes me smile every time because he will mix up the lyrics here and there but it is good for a laugh to hear someone from a different era in music sing the songs you love. As Miley Cryus rang throughout the hall, I saw something that reminded me of my own dad. It was very heartwarming to see a father up near the front of the stage with his daughter singing every word of "Party In The U.S.A." with all his heart. It reminded my of the countless times with my dad in the car singing to U2 and Seal and Van Morrison, and also to Fall Out Boy, and the bands I like. It just showed me so much love.

Back on the dance floor, with blistered toes we kept on dancing. We requested the song "She is Love" by Parachute. I was very excited to hear it protrude through the speakers. Parachute is a band that I have come to love in the past month, every song on their album "Losing Sleep" is unique and amazing. The King of Pop was also remembered with "Billie Jean" My dad has impeccable dance moves that even Michael couldn't top. Of course this is completely false, my father's dance moves are that of a disco dancer. He bops from side to side and once he even moved in a complete circle. When I asked why he did such a thing he replied, "There's a whole dance floor someone's got to use it." Yes dad and that someone had to be you didn't it? Yes.

Overall the dance was a night to remember.

That is all

-"M"

Teacher's that probably should retire

It's not their fault, it really isn't. They have been teaching longer than most of us have been alive. So when their eyesight goes, they can't remember something you just said to them, and they don't recognize you after Christmas vacation, remember that they have taught many a students. So give them some slack!

Today two of my teachers Mr. History, and Professoressa (my Italian teacher) are like the teacher I described above. Mr. History is in his sixties and I think Professoressa is as well. They both have glasses and have taught for many years. Most of the time when we teenagers talk too fast they get confused or ask us to repeat something or only catch part of what we said. This happened today in both History and Italian class. It first started off with Italian. When I walked into the class I heard Professoressa say "It's a miracle!!" Wondering what the miracle was I questioned her. She was very excited that a student made the arrow on her laptop bigger so she was now able to see it on the screen. What a miracle. Next we were spelling out new vocabulary. Let's call him Elementary, for he went to elementary school with me. Anyway Elementary guessed the first letter of a challenging word he said "C!" Professoressa replied, "What is it? D?" Elementary said "No C!" Professoressa, "T? That's not the right answer!" It's OK Elementary we know you got the right answer. She is a lovely teacher, but has lost her eyesight and now hearing.

Next period was history. There are many interesting things that go on in this class. While talking about the American Industrial Revolution, we talked about how Nathaniel Hawthorne while observing nature heard a locomotive engine. Sound affects and all Mr. History pretended to be a locomotive for about five seconds. He said "I guess I don't make a good impression of a train because you smirked." I guess not.

I also learned how to say not the most polite thing, shut up, in Italian today.

Chuidi la bocca!!

That is all

-"M"

There's a Hole in That Bucket!! and Lovely Jerks

Today was the second day of the week after mid-terms. A time when students think they still have a break and can relax, sadly they are wrong. It is a time when you work even harder to review mid-terms and try to bring a grade up that might have slipped due to pressure. How must we relieve this pressure? I think the most suitable way is through song. Whether one is singing or just letting the rhythm flow through their headphones music can relieve any pressure one is feeling. A song that is near and dear to both "B's" and my heart is "There's a hole in the bucket". This song could be rather annoying to most, but to us it reminds us of childhood. We sang it today in the halls of our high school (not very loud of course) but it was enlightening. We also realized it was necessary to make a video of the song, showing us trying to fix the hole in the bucket with straw, but the straw would be to long, and then we would have to cut it, and we would use a knife, but it would be to dull, and then we would have to sharpen it. If you don't know the song, what I just stated made no sense to you whatsoever.

Today we also had gym class. This quarter we are doing circuit training. Which means we went to the weight room to lift no other than weights. The Jerk, if you have been keeping tab on our blog is a middle school crush I have had. Well he is in my class. We lifted at each station for about thirty seconds before we would move to the next station. I was sitting on a machine and guess who came over to the one next to me? THE JERK! We went from station to station and he did not say a word. I actually think he admired me for not complaining when the other girls in the class were saying things like "It's too heavy, I can't do this!". Finally at almost the end of the class The Jerk started talking. He said something and then said "Hey, how's it going?" I replied "Good." Then I he flexed his muscles, mind you he is on the wrestling team. As a school girl my heart melted and I asked did you just lift the 45-pound weight from the previous station. He said "Yeah" and I replied "That's crazy." Anyway it went on from there and was actually not that bad talking to him after a while of not talking to him at all. Also before the class I dropped a mat that we used to do ab workouts and I went to pick it back up and he came behind me and said "Don't worry about it I got it." That was very nice of him. Well sorry for that rant on The Jerk, and my crushing over him but I can't help it.

Piano lessons today and not much homework, which is relieving because of last night's load of every subject.

That is all

-"M"

MyClyns facial spray

I just saw a commercial for this new product called MyClyns. It is a facial spray that is safe to spray near the eyes, nose, and mouth. This way if your child gets germs anywhere near them, you as a mom, can spray your child in the face with this product cleaning any germs away! Such a great product, people often use spray water bottles much like this product to discipline their cats, well done, now you can surprise your child with a spray in the face because a germ might creep in through their nose.

watch the video on Youtube

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ETxEw18vfVU&feature=related

Getting older, and a reunion of cousins.

I left the house today with my family to go to church. We got there at the normal time and were sitting in the middle left pew. Curious about the upcoming events at church I decided to read the bulletin. When I took the two-paged reading in my hand and tried to reveal its contents to my eyes, the pages were stuck together. My first instinct was to lick my thumb and pointer finger to make the task easier. Anyone who knows me or goes to school with me knows my obsession with germs and how I carry six bottles of hand sanitizer in my school bag, they would never expect me to lick my fingers at anytime unless they had been properly cleaned. Also the only people I can think of who lick their fingers before turning a page in something is school teachers and elderly people. Was it just me or were you also grossed out when your high school teacher licked their fingers before they handed out an assignment? No one wants to be the kid who is first in the row because they get the paper with the most spit. If you were last in the row, sure there is still residue but at least it doesn't have that much teacher saliva on the edge and it probably already dried by the time it reached your desk. The whole idea is repulsive. Tonight I am going to a cousin's reunion. All of my cousins, some that I know some that I haven't seen in a while will be there. With a big Italian family like ours the restaurant will not be quiet the whole time we are there. Conversations, catching up on the last few years, or months, or weeks, and talking about college and the future. With my loud family the perfect place to hold this event is no other than the famous Highland Restaurant, a place where any Italian could call home, where we can be as loud as ever and the owners just realize it's part of who we are, because they themselves are Italians. Who knows what kind of shenanigans will happen, a meatball might even go soaring through the air. All we can do is wonder. I will tell what happens later.

But until then

Buona Sera,

-"M"

You know you need to get out more when you find yourself quoting old ladies on Tv in normal conversation.

"im stunned stunned stunned stunned stunned doesnt even begin to say how......... stunned i am"- Blanche from The Golden Girls. That was the first thing that came to mind when i heared about "blue eyed dream." Just moments before that was submitted, Emm had asked me what to call him, if i had known this was what she was thinking, i perhaps would have suggested something alittle less......... sappy love poem-ish. Any way, not much is new here so I think I am going to quote some of my favorite songs and quotes. I have been keeping a word document of them and everytime i hear a new one i quickly jot it down For no purpose really, other than i enjoy reading them. The list is pretty long, but here are a few of my favorites :

" And we both go down together, we may stay there forever I'll just try to get up, and I'm sorry, this wasn't easy when i asked you believe me and never let go, but i let go"

"And i could only sing you sad songs and you could sing along, And you could sing the melody thats been calling at your walls"
- I'd hate to be you when people figure out what this song is about , Mayday parade.

"Please dont tell me that I'm dreaming, when all i want to do is dream another sunset with you"
- Jamie all over , Mayday parade.

"so tell me darling do you wish we'd fall in love? all the time, all the time."
- owl city

"im just another small town girl with city dreams that wont come true, and even if they do, it wont be all i thought it would; but im still dreaming."
- i dont know where i got this one.

"promise me you will always remeber, your braver than you believe, stronger than you seem, and smarter than you think"
- Winnie the pooh. (the original version not the new scary one)

ok well thats it. i'll probably do a few of these everyday.

love
bee <3

LAST DAY OF MID-TERMS!!!

Well that's it folks I have completed all of my mid-terms! Italian was easy today. I sat down with my friend and then all of the failing juniors who have repeated the class at least three times came into the room. And guess who they sat next to? I had the pleasure of being seated next to them! I have no doubt that all they did was circle the letter that looked appealing to them and looked over for my answers anytime that they could see my answer sheet. We got pelted with snow in the morning today and the weather people are saying we are going to get hit again. When I was done with my mid-term and was sitting in the classroom, since I had a half hour to kill I decided to look around the room. Well it was pretty boring, until my eyes settled on, lets call him blue-eyed dream. He has amazing blue eyes and is just.... well you would have to see a picture. But anyway he kept my interest for the rest of the period. And unlike church boy I have talked to the blue-eyed dream. When "B" reads this she is going to be shocked! Last night I went to the lake to take pictures of the beautiful sunset. I rushed my dad out the door and we made it there just in time to catch the sun at the perfect point of setting. While I was there taking pictures I heard little voices screaming, and no I am not crazy. I looked across the lake and there was a pair of chairs parked in the middle of the lake. They were shouting things like "Hey, hey, hey." Calm down people I'm not taking your picture. I'm getting a new camera today from my English teacher. Well it's new to me, but an old camera so lets hope the feathery white stuff from the sky falls after three o'clock.

That is all

-"M"

Mid-terms Part Two

The end of the week is quickly approaching us and I am here to tell you about the second to last day of the ever so lovely Mid-term Examination. I am very exhausted and probably should check on my 5 month old puppy who has been left alone in the kitchen for too long. But I am going to tell you about my interesting day. History and Math today, yuck. Math is not bad but History, lets say I would rather take another Math exam than sit through History. Any time I complain about History assignments my mother is quick to say, "Well you have to know how this country was started." Well I could really care less if Andrew Jackson was a different president because he normally answered the door to the White House in his pajamas. Or if someone put tax on Whiskey and old drunken farmers rebelled. Anyway I managed to get through that barely with again ignorant people in the Honors Program of History, throwing pencils and whatever else they managed to scrounge up. Our first exam of the day was Math. It was relatively easy, and I fit in extra studying in with my tutor last night. For the exam I was in a classroom that was located near the driveway of my school. Normally one would hear car engines of late arriving staff or students, but not today. I was 20 questions into the exam and all of a sudden a car with music pounding from its speakers came into the school drop off zone. This music was no Mozart, oh no it was the car that's music is so loud and ear blasting you can hear it even though it already past your house five minutes ago. Now don't you think that this parent or parent figure would be knowledgeable of the testing today, since they were probably dropping off their child who was at least a half hour late? At least five minutes pass and I wonder if anyone else in my class can hear the thumping this car is creating that can be heard through the wall of a high school. Finally the car was gone, music fading away as the car got closer and closer to leaving the school. Well tomorrow is the Foreign Language exam. Italian should be rather easy.

That is all

-"M"

Smoothies must be embarrassed to have such rediculous names

Today we had midterms. Thats the part of the year when every teacher in the school starts freaking out. not to mention they keep calling them finals. I think it is the greatest thing how a teacher will yell at you if you accedentaly confuse a quiz with a test, but its ok if the mistake a midterm for a final exam. I hate midterms because i actually continue to think they are finals and for some reason can't seem to comprehend that this is only the half way mark, it's not summer vacation when im doe, and i have to go back and learn more useless information later. Plus everytime you look up from your paper, the teachers stare you down. After this disaster, Emm brought me to the donut man to get a smoothie. Of corse because it is the middle of winter they were running low and had "limited flavors". so they didnt have the ones we wanted. Then the man continues to read of this list of smoothies, and then goes into lattes and finaly five minutes later we get through the list of "limited flavors". I then asked for a vinela smoothie. "you mean vinela BEAN?" the man reply's. "no genious, vinnela potatoe" i wanted to reply, but didnt simply because i wasnt talking to the man, emm's mom was. Then he reply's after we had already established multiple times we were all getting SMOOTHIES " did you want the vinnella bean smoothie, or the latte." Finaly we got our smoothies. They were delicious, but what i will never understand is why they have stupid names. No one buys a smoothie because it has a long complicated stupid name, and it just makes the person ordering it feel like an idiot. Honestly, there not going to lose any customers (except maybe Elmo) If it were 'strawberry', rather than 'sweet slurpin starwbeery splash surprise.' If that were my name, I would wear a bag over my head. SMOOTHIES HAVE FEELINGS TO!

Okay, well now that you've heard my sypathy plead for "save the smoothies reputation" im going to go make some posters. just kidding, im going to eat a brownie (:

love <3
bee

MID-TERMS!

Today was the start of a class cutter's worst nightmare - Mid-terms. I came into school today with my hair looking like a birds nest and many pages of review notes in a folder. Last night was spent reviewing as much as I could. Today's subjects were English and Biology the easiest out of the five we have to take. My stomach began doing flip flops as I approached my first classroom, or if you want to call it the examination room but to me that sounds like we are going into a room to be examined for some problem. As the time came closer and closer for the exam to start I became even more nervous. I was enlightened however by looking outside and seeing everyone who had arrived late run into school before they locked the front doors. The English exam passes rather quickly and before I knew it I had answered 100 multiple choice questions and wrote a five paragraph essay! Next was Biology. This class is relatively easy for me and I knew a lot of information. But guess who was in the class with me?! The Gum Chomping Giant; wonderful. Plus we were in a Chemistry room which had metal stools to sit on and we had to sit on them for an hour and a half. Biology moved along well too and the Gum Chomping Giant was silent! After the exams were over we could go home which is the best way to take a test. We had to give "B" a ride home so I figured since we had completed 141 multiple choice questions one five-paragraph essay and 4 Biology essays, that we were deserving of a smoothie, so we ventured to The Donut Man. This place is not always reliable when it comes to their smoothies so our first choices were not available. After listening to the man at the window for at least five minutes go through numerous flavors no one has ever even heard of before we picked ours. Now I am home again almost ready to start studying for U.S. History tomorrow. Wonderful, my worst subject but all we can do is hope for the best. Mid-terms again tomorrow maybe they will be more interesting than today.

That is all

-"M"