I thought gym class was supposed to be fun…

December 9th, 2009

It has completely astonished me.

I can’t find a way to put it into words. I’ll just give you an example of a regular gym class for me.

I walk into the room. There is no teacher, or if there is, they are walking in at that moment to turn on the music. I put my bag by the bleachers, then do go to my warmups. I have to evade people standing around talking and occasionally wrestling. I have to run around a big rectangle 3 times, avoiding MORE people standing around talking or just walking. I finish that, then avoid some more people and do a stretch. Afterwards we jump and hit a wall 25 times.

Now either I jump twice as high as everyone else, or I’m the only one actually trying.*

Then (depending on the day) I go do something called a plank, in which I act like I’m going to do a pushup, but am leaning on my elbows. I keep my stomach off the ground. OR we do 15 squats. (Which is rather embarassing to do, especially in middle school.)

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I’m sorry, in the actual post this did NOT turn out so well.

The XXX is where we do the planks, with our bodies horizontal. This way the teachers can’t see if we’re doing them correctly or not. So of the few of us who DO the warmups, most cheat.

Next we have 25 jumping jacks or 25 jumprope loops. The jumprope is  pretty fun actually. Then we have 15 pushups (which most of us couldn’t do) or crunches (For the life of me, I can’t find a difference between that and sit-ups except crunches are easier *coughwimpiercough* because you only need your shoulders off the ground).

Then we walk around the gym in a big rectangle, which some apparently interpret as causing general havoc among those who are still doing warmups and going in big clumps, trudging along so those who actually walk have to maneuver through them.

Then the teachers stop the music and see what happens.

a) We stop and politely be quiet and listen. Or as politely as you could expect from middle schoolers.

b) We ignore them and continue talking amongst ourselves and walking.

If a) happens, they tell us to sit on our teacher’s lines, which if you look at my beautiful artist’s rendering above, is line X, Y and Z. They’re supposed to be vertical, as line X is Strittmatter’s class, mine, Y is Walker’s, and Z is Cofer’s. I might’ve mixed up Walker’s and Cofer’s. After sitting down, the teachers go down the line for five minutes, asking the ones they don’t trust- otherwise known as most of them- whether or not they did warmups. After this,  one of the teachers (I think they draw lots or take turns dealing with the terrible horror that we are) stands in front of us and waits for us to be quiet, only occasionally telling people to quit crawling around on the floor, or screaming.

Note that I’m trying not to criticize the teachers here. I think that they’re doing the best they can with a minimal amount of cooperation. I can easily imagine myself in their places.

When we FINALLY get quiet**, we do some activity or another. Today we did 4-square, which would’ve been fun, since we had to pick a number, and whenever we hit the ball, say the next multiple of that number in order. We couldn’t repeat a number.

As I was saying, it would’ve been fun if we didn’t have some horrible, lying, cheating piece of scum in our group who would continue to argue (and insult) even whenever everyone, including himself, obviously knew that he was out. We continue like this until the bell rings, upon which everyone flees the room as if it’s filled with the plague.

So yeah. A regular day in class. Oh wait, I forgot one important thing:

Repeat.

*I’d vote for the latter.

**By ‘we’ I mean most of the class. There’s always those that will talk the entire time and complain about doing nothing.

Bloody Pizza

December 6th, 2009

After church today, we went to CiCi’s pizza. For those of you that don’t know,  by ‘we’ I mean my grandparents and my two sisters, plus my little brother. We walked in, and  sat down after getting our drinks and food. After we had all eaten our fill, we talked. In a while, Amy spilled her drink. As I stooped below the table to help how I could, I realized my nose had started bleeding. I swear, it was like a chain reaction or something. One disaster after another. I stood up, announced my nose was bleeding, and went to the restroom, where a man and a child were walking out. The kid stared at me, and as the door closed, he turned around and made it close slower, staring all the while. I stood at the sink and ignored him. When he had left, I realized I needed to pee. My nose had pretty much stopped, so I held the paper towel in one hand and aimed with the other. Just then my grandfather walked in. He asked if I was okay, then went back to the table. I finished, and was cleaning my nose when another man walked in. He asked if I had been punched in the nose. I said no. He asked if I been picking it. Again, no. I proceeded to explain to him that they just spontaneously occur during the winter and spring, occasionally fall. I finished cleaning up and went back to the table.

Now- just imagine, what if it had started as I bit into a pizza, and I didn’t even notice it and took another bite of the pizza? Or I was drinking, and it started pouring? “Granny, this root beer tastes weird.” “I thought that was Hi-C or Cherry Coke.” “Oh… that explains it.”

Ah, Sunday. The day of rest.

Band Concert

December 3rd, 2009

Tonight we’ve got a band concert at school. This is our first concert this year, and we have 5 songs, each of which I like pretty well. First we have Normandy Beach, we is very military-ish, obviously, and I play snare on it, then Pat-a-Pan, which I can’t really describe, but it isn’t that great, snare again, next is 2 Hebrew Folk Songs,  which is the actual name of the song, there are just two pages. The first page is slow and dark, but the next one is pretty bright and cheerful, and fast. I play bass drum on both. although the second one is much more fun to play. After that is Triumphal Overture, which I don’t really like, although I get to play suspended cymbal =) and crash cymbals :\. Finally, my favorite, Christmas Tribute, which is basically a medley of Christmas tunes, like Silent Night and Jingle Bells. I play vibrophone (made of metal) on it, which I like better than the xylophone (made of polished wood) , marimba (made of dark, unpolished wood) or bells (like a smaller version of the vibrophone, made of metal).

In past years we’ve always worn the band shirt, khakis, and close-toed  shoes. THIS year we’re wearing black pants, black shoes, a tuxedo shirt, and a bowtie. Thankfully I won’t have to do this again (excluding the other band concert this year) because I’m going on to marching band next year. I wonder if the songs will be similar to the ones we have right now. Probably not.

Awesome

December 2nd, 2009

So.

After a few months of nothing disturbing this poor server it’s gotta start working again. Hope it’s up to the challenge, and not too  out of practice. But back to why I’m here.

I was thinking that I couldn’t find much entertainment, so as I soaked in the nice HOT bathtub, I thought “Why don’t I try blogging again?” So here I am. I also thought of some topics, but this is only interesting one. (It’s also the only one I can remember at the moment, so…yeah.)

When I was reading the first Percy Jackson and The Olympians book, which I hear they’re making a movie of,  he referred to something as ’sick’. Now I know that up north they refer to things as ’sick’ instead of ‘cool’, which I use 24/7, although I use awesome too.

But I couldn’t help but think, when I’m old and aged, will I hear my kids or the young ones of that age say something like that? And will I fall into the stereotype of  “When I was your age, we didn’t have those fancy PS5s, oh no, we used the PS2 and the Xbox.” Or whatever the case may be. And would I tell them about how we did cool and awesome stuff, and they’d all boggle at me and say ‘Really? Wow, that’s weird. Nowadays we-” Or whatever the case may be.

Just a thought.

Transformers Movie

August 1st, 2009

I saw transformers last night. It was awesome! My first sentence after it was “Hey Dad, guess what I want for my first car?

Skiing!

January 30th, 2009

I just went on our annual skiing trip with my scout troop. This year we went to Winterplace, in East Virginia.

Friday: We arrived at the church, where Phillip and Scott were waiting for everyone to arrive. We started moving the boxes to the trailer, and as everyone arrived, they started helping too. When we finished, we said goodbye to our parents and piled into the van. It was a long way to the campsite, a couple of hours I think. We set up our tents and got into our sleeping bags quickly to avoid the cold.

Saturday:
We woke up and it was FREEZING cold outside! Literally- it was 18 degrees or so. We forced ourselves out of our sleeping bags, and ate a breakfast of bagels and hot chocolate. We all jumped into the van and drove up to the slopes, where we filled out paperwork for 20 minutes or so, then we received our ski gear and hit the slopes. Phillip and I skied together, and it was very fun. After that, we headed to the campsite, and Timothy stepped through some ice, getting his foot sopping wet.He spent most of the night sitting by the fire trying to dry his sock and his foot.

Sunday: We packed up and headed home.

The symphony

January 16th, 2009

It’s that time again! A year has passed since I last went to the symphony. My dad found a couple of his blogging friends, and started talking with them for half an hour or so, but then we were told it was time to go in because it was about to start. We headed in and took our seat, near a couple of dad’s friends. They played music by Bach, and it seemed familiar. Probably because of all those movies with orchestras in it. It sounded like it would make good background music also, so I’m sure I’ve heard it before in some movie before. After they finished playing, we headed to the blogger’s reception, where we met the director and the soloist, plus dad got to converse with his blogging friends. There was wine and cheese, but I couldn’t have the wine, and I don’t like cheese, so I didn’t eat anything. I puked for some unknown reason towards the end, though I was in the bathroom so no one noticed. After that we left, and went home.

Today, most of the schools around us were closed because of the FREEZING weather, or were at least delayed, but we had to go anyway! It wouldn’t be so bad if everyone around us didn’t close…

Bored

December 14th, 2008

I’ve been getting kind of bored lately. Whenever I decide I want to do something, I never end up doing it, because I’m always busy taking out the trash or something, or homework. It’s really annoying- plus mom and dad aren’t letting me have more then a half hour gaming each day because they think I’m addicted. They don’t even give me enough time to be addicted! I’m not saying I’m trying to get addicted, but even if I was, I wouldn’t be able to. What do they want me to do, play basketball? I’m horrible at it and I don’t like it. We don’t have a big enough area to play baseball, and when I play football, it’s never fun because my team always loses, and we never switch teams. Ben and Wyatt are practically addicted to airsoft now, and they ask me to play every day when what I really want to do is play on my computer. So every day it’s the same thing. I go to school, have homework, come home, Ben asks me to play airsoft, I have to do work, and then mom gives me a chore or two, usually garbage. Then I have to clean my room, because Evan goes insane with it whenever I clean it while I’m at school, and then it’s past seven so I can’t get on it. Sometimes the homework, chore, and cleaning my room gets replaced with babysitting Amy and Evan, but it’s still basically the same thing, over and over again! I wish we would get just one snow day, just one! Oh- did I mention that even though Mom and Dad say that games go off at eleven, they almost always say I can only have one hour??? Sometimes even half an hour!

Ungamed

October 20th, 2008

> It’s Fall Break! A week of nothing but computers, airsoft, and biking!

At least that what I thought…

Computers: I got a C, three Bs, and three As on my report card. Because of that, I have no internet or gaming unless it’s educational until I pull that C up.

Airsoft:Ben is my only friend that lives in my neighborhood and owns an airsoft gun that isn’t broken. Sure, he has three or four, but 2 are broken. No- 5, I think. My friend Wyatt and Ayrton used to have gun each, and Wyatt also had a pistol. Aryton broke his rifle, and Wyatt REALLY broke his AK-47, and I actually don’t know what happened to his pistol. *sits in thought for a couple of seconds while typing this*

BIking:The good news is, my scout troop is going biking this weekend, and I’m going too. Bad news, My bike broke, or else I’d have rode it all over the neighborhood and played with my friends a whole lot.

My mom said that if I post, I’d get an hour of gaming. I eagerly accepted, and now here I am. And now here I am not.

(Pss! If any of you still read this, whoever you are, please put a comment on here! I feel kinda lonely…)

DnD

October 7th, 2008

DnD.

The supposed ‘nerdy’ game.

To play it, or not to play it?

That is the question!

OH YEAH!

That is the answer.

It really isn’t very nerdy. You create a character, go on a few adventures, level up, get stronger, and depending on your class, get some REALLY powerful spells. Some examples-

Fly

Wish

Fireball

Conjure food/water

Invisibility

Summon Monster

Hypnotism

Ventriloquism

Enlarge Person

Water Breathing

Teleport

Insanity

Plane Shift

Disentregrate

Time Stop

Wish (Has some limits, like you can’t wish yourself to level 100, but pretty much anything besides things that affect your character’s levels and skills, like you could make it extremely dark, or conjure magical darkness.)

Kind of ridiculous, the spells, don’t you think?