The Continuing Gym Clothes Saga.

The Continuing Gym Clothes Saga.

This morning I shoved my gym pants & my BIG t-shirt into my GAP bag even though the Gap is evil and ran out the door to my bus stop. [I would like to pause here and say how much I enjoy the English language. In English, you don't have to change the case of the word just because it follows a certain preposition. Like it's "out the door." Door stays the same. I really appreciate that.] There I met my pal Allison, and we boarded the yellow limousine. All is well thus far.

The ride to school goes without a hitch, but when arriving at school there was a little mishap. I was getting off the bus, when SLIP!SLAPSLAPSLAP. I slid down the steps of the bus and fell back onto the stairs. One, it hurt. Two, it was more than slightly embarrassing. But I blame the mud. 'cause I'm really not that clumsy. Don't worry, though, I survived. [Hey, hey!]

Anyway, then I sat in the cafeteria for ten or so minutes with my dawgz, then went to my locker, Allison's locker, Amay's locker, and first period.

Fast forward to after fifth period. I go to my locker to get my bag of gym clothes, but: GASUPAH! There is no bag of gym clothes in there! So sometime between when I left my house this morning and went to my locker, I must have lost it. Fortunately I explained the circs to my gym teacher and she was all, "Since you've come to class every day, I won't take any points off today. I hope you didn't lose your clothes."

Me: ME TOO. 'cause I would bust a cap if I did. [Not in the literal sense, like go shoot someone. But I would be v. upset.]

She was really nice, though, and let me play ping-pong, even though gym teachers are usually like: "J00 AIN'T GOT NO CLOTHES, SO J00 CAN'T PARTICIPATE, DIZZAWG."

Also, sith [old English for "since"—'tis used in Othello quite often] this week is American Education Week [what a joke!] our parents were allowed to come into school today [note how the word "school" doesn't change even though it's after a preposition. In Latin, they use the same word for "in" and "into" and the only way you can tell the difference is the case ending of the word that follows it.] and in honor of that, each club set up a table in the lobby for guests to look at or whatever. The ACLU club was no exception, so I got out of fourth period to [wo]man the table. I was going to get out of third, but Mr Kummer was all, "We only meet three days a week, and we're going to be doing new stuff today." And he did the thing where he acted as if he was giving me the choice, but he really wasn't. Which frustrated me, but it was probably better that way. After all, I would have missed learning all about the genitive case, and wouldn't that have been simply dreadful?

So instead I went fourth period and missed art. Which was too bad 'cause I'd rather have missed something stupid like gym, but c'est la vie. Our table was kind of lame. Key Club had all these handouts and papers and shizznit and the marching band was playing videos of all their little thingies, but we just had a poster that said ACLU: American Civil Liberties Union in large letters 'cause they threw it together like the night before. Don't worry, though, we improvised. We taped a piece of crepe paper that said "ACLU Man" around Abe Hmiel's forehead and rolled up a piece of paper and put orange and red and yellow crepe paper on it and PRESTO! Instant Torch of Liberty! And then we stole name tags from another table, so he said: "HELLO, my name is: Freedom!" "HELLO, my name is: Liberty!" "HELLO, my name is: Justice!" et cetera. And then we put a "HELLO, my name is: Oppression" on Monica and she stole one of the sabres from the color guard and they dueled in the middle of the lobby. So that was exciting. :D

And now I've got to go eat dinner. Ciao.

Almeda | 21.11.02 17:36 | TrackBack