A progressive night

My mom teaches at a Catholic k-8 school in the cities, and every year they have an auction to raise money for sports, classroom supplies, etc. Well, one of the things auctioned off was a progressive dinner. A group of about four couples went together for it. HERE'S WHAT THEY GOT:
-picked up at their houses by a bus (a small one, but an actual bus)
-driven to our house for appetizers
-driven to the B's for salad
-driven to the L's for main course
-driven to the C's for dessert
-driven home by designated drivers

It's really a fun idea, actually. You stay for about 45 minutes at each house, eat a little, talk a little, and move on.

Everything was running smoothly. They had just left our house and were on their way to the B's, when we found out by phone call that the lady who was going to make the main course (paella) hadn't shown up at L's! There was a huge panic, of course. The couples had paid $1700 for this dinner, they had to have a main course! We couldn't figure out what had happened to the lady-Mrs. R had talked to her just a few hours before, and everything had been fine.

There was talk of the whole party coming back to our house for dinner, but luckily, the lady showed up at L's (two hours late), so there was no need.

It's been a very interesting night, but I'm so glad the house is quiet again, and I can put my pajamas on and be comfortable.

My day in four scenes

It's funny, but I complain and complain all week about the vast amount of homework I have, and now that it's Friday night and I can relax, I feel the impulse to do something productive.

I've had an interesting day:

MY DAY IN FOUR SCENES

Scene one: in which I get an A+ on a Modern Literature test, and realize that I should have been marked down one. I tell the teacher. She smiles, faces the audience, and praises my honestly in a soliliquy. Her decision (now she is acting it out through modern dance,) is to let me keep my grade in exchange for my truthfulness. I bow to the audience, then use an aside to explain that I would rather have the grade I earned. Teacher challenges me to a duel. She uses a whiteboard marker, I, a pencil. The battle drags on, with no side showing weakness until teacher's marker flies out of her hand, drawing a red gash across my cheek. I stumble, wounded, and grudgingly accept my grade.

Scene two: In which master of English tells me the meaning of life. I wish I could share it with you, but you'll either need to figure it out yourself, or find your own shaman to enlighten you. How shall you grow otherwise?

Scene three: In which I almost fall asleep in math. Wise, but technologically incompetent leader notices without a word. I vow to sleep more at home.

Scene four: In which I help decorate the store in which I work for the great holiday of Halloween. Yet another epic battle ensues, this one with a ladder which stubbornly refuses to unfold. I find myself shielding the endless shelves of Precious Moments from its metallic wrath.

My neck is sore. How's yours? (A brief soliliquy)

My neck is sore. How's yours?
It's all because my tenor sax
Is suspended from my neck
(Insert biblical allusion here),
Golden and ominous

We had marching band practice today. Not the three hour nightmare promised, but a rather more relenting two-and-a-half.

I will now wrap this up, because:
a. I need to do homework, and
b. My neck is sore (I haven't mentioned that, have I?)

Things you should know about me:
-My favorite Disney movie of all time is Robin Hood
-I love the monarchy. A lot.
-I'm left-handed

It's beginning to look a lot like fall

We had a very entertaining Knowledge Bowl meeting today. All the new members are really smart, and have caught on quickly. It took me at least a month to figure out the buzzing strategies. Though I enjoyed myself, I didn't really do all that well. Maybe it was because there were so many paper and pencil (math) questions.

Math is definitely my weakness. I hate that I have a weakness, but there it is. I just don't have that natural 'math sense' that allows you to remember things from year to year, answer questions intelligently in class, and figure out the amount of change due at work without relying on the cash register. I do try to have a positive attitude about it, however, because I know that as soon as I start getting really negative, my grades will start slipping.

I also want to add a little rant that I've been building up for a few weeks.
I'm president of NHS, which means that I'm primarily in charge of running meetings. That is, telling everyone about upcoming projects, deadlines, etc. Well, for the past two meetings Ms. Kniebush (excuse me, Mrs. Pohl,) hasn't been letting me say anything! I've just been standing up there like a doofus while she talks. I don't understand it! Last year Nikki led every meeting, and Mrs. Pohl just kind of sat back and added in things every now and then. At our meeting on Tuesday I actually held on to a flier about an upcoming project, thinking that I could jump in and talk about it, but Mrs. Pohl just took it out of my hand and explained it herself! I really don't know what to do here-trying to talk to her about it could end up insulting her. I guess I'll just wait until the next meeting and see how that one goes. Who knows? Since it's the beginning of the season, maybe she's just trying to establish everything before turning the leadership over to me.

Very busy week! This is how it looks:
Monday: Work 2:45-7:00
Tuesday: NHS 7:20 a.m., MB 5:00-7:00 p.m.
Wednesday: Knowledge Bowl 2:30-3:45
Thursday: MB 5:00-8:00 p.m.
Friday: Work 2:45-7:00 p.m.
Saturday: Cocktail party at our house 7:00 p.m.-who knows when
Sunday: Shopping, last minute homework

Things you should know about me:
-I have a moose antler (that's right, just one,) on the wall of my bedroom. I found it when my family was hiking on Isle Royale
-I make the best mixed CD's ever. And they all have themes.
-I'm extremely sentimental and a pack rat. The result? 3 big boxes of art projects from elementary school. Under my bed.

The rain, my oldsmobile, and other things

Tonight was a lot of fun. It all started with me going to pick Ali up for marching band. Everything was going smoothly until my car died. At a stop sign. At the end of her street. I tried restarting it a few times, but nothing. In case you aren't aware, I drive an Oldsmobile. A 1988 Oldsmobile that is older than me and doesn't let me forget it. I called my mom, and was getting a bit panicky when all the sudden there was a huge roll of thunder, and it started downpouring.
I'll take it from here:
-I got the car started (I know you were worried)
-I drove to the high school (with a few kicks along the way)
-Halfway there, it started downpouring so hard I couldn't really see the road
-I pulled into the parking lot
-It started hailing (yes, Paul Douglas, marble-sized hail)
-My window started leaking as it tends to do when it rains. We're talking a huge gush of water onto my head.
-Ali and I looked at each other and quickly put on our raincoats
-1, 2, 3. The doors were open, and we bolted across the parking lot
-My hood promptly blew off
-We sat through a 2 hour MB rehearsal with wet hair and soaked jeans
-It was very worth it

Sorry if that mondo list bored/puzzled you, but frankly I do enough 'paragraph form' in school.

Other things you may like to know about me:
-I believe in the 5 second rule
-I procrastinate quite badly (what a coincidence! I'm doing it right now!)
-I want to be a journalist when I grow up

Welcome to the wonderful world of blogging

This whole blogging experience is pretty strange, actually. Mainly because I'm not really an internet know-it-all. I'm the kid that sits looking over your shoulder with her mouth hanging open. "How did you do that?"
Pro's of blogging:
1. I like to write, so this blank word box I'm typing in is a dream come true for me.
2. Since I'm still in the technology addiction stage where I HAVE to check my computer every day, this is just one more thing to add to my internet rounds. Current cycle: Facebook, IMDB, email account, family access (to see my grades), and now this.
Ten Things You Should Know About Me:
1. I have Compulsive List-Making Disorder (CLMD). Treatment includes writing paragraphs. With thesis statements.
2. I like:
-movies
-books
-history
-music
-dogs
-laughing
3. I don't like:
-tripping over things
-braggy people
-the word 'no'
-squash (the vegetable, not the game. Actually I've never played the game, so who's to say I don't hate it?)

I don't really feel like completely baring my soul all in one night, so we'll stop here.