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"
Monday, April 26, 2010
Wednesday, April 14, 2010
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"
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"
Wednesday, April 7, 2010
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"
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"
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