Why I Should Be at Home

Today is a horrible, no good, very bad day.   I feel terrible.  All I want to do is go home and sleep.  I have a triple threat of crappy feelings. My throat hurts, my stomach hurts, and my head hurts. Seriously.  After a stress filled week last week, I think I should just go home.  My three hardest classes are my first three classes; err, well more like my two hardest classes are at 9 and 10.  So at 11 when I have free, I should just go home.  My last classes are band and AP Spanish.  My teacher won't be here for Spanish, so there isn't much I will miss. And missing band would just be a one day thing. But my mom won't let me go home.  And she wouldn't let me stay home this morning.  So I am stuck at school all day.

Snag

Apparently I am known as a dramatic person.  When the hall of fame inductee asked Mrs. Markert for the name of two theatrical people, she listed mine and Sullivan.  I am not a theatrical person.  I am energetic and have confidence, but have never once been in a play or musical or theatrical production.  At least I got to play the zebra.  I was a fantastic zebra too.  I needed no acting lessons, unlike the gnarly, ugly nasty tree that Sullivan was supposed to portray.  He started as a nice tree, with his arms up like tree.  Mr. Ros Hill did not approve, and made him fix himself before we continued.

The most awkward part of this whole thing was when the distinguished alum was putting my stripes on.  He just told me to put my arms up.  When a strange man tells you to put your arm straight up, while you're on stage in front of the entire school, you feel a little uncomfortable.  For Pete's sake, what if my shirt had gone up and exposed my stomach? That would have been a major wardrobe malfunction.  Then he told me to get down and crawl.  Zebras do no crawl.  They gallop like a horse.  I could have galloped ten times better than I could have crawled.  Plus, I have a big cut on my knee.   So putting my knee down was extra painful.  So at first, I did a stupid looking bear crawl, then he made me stop and I put my knee down.  It hurt. But, it was a little less embarrassing than looking stupid.

For the rest of that day, people asked me if the skit was planned, and why two of the three drum majors were chosen.  So to set the record straight: The skit was not planned.  Sully and I were picked by Markert for our confidence in front of an audience.  It had nothing to do with being drum major, but just our ability to be in front of a group of people.

Illinois vs. Iowa

Obviously Iowa is far superior than Illinois for the following reasons:

- Iowa has more corn

- University of Illinois >>> University Iowa

- Iowa is closer to Canada, eh?

- Sometimes, Iowa literally turns into an ocean because of flooding (MERMAIDS ARE REAL!!!!)

- Iowa is flatter than Illinois so running is easier

- Iowa has no corrupt governors

- Sports fans in Iowa get to decide which team they like without being discriminated (or shot) for not liking the Cubs or White Sox.

- Chicago is way overpopulated

Posted by: Keweeh

Just kidding.  Illinois wins purely for the fact that the University of Illinois is in Illinois.

Edits by me :)

Sundays

I hate Sundays. Sundays are the end of the weekend.  I'm usually exhausted from going to a football game the previous day, but I still have to wake up at a reasonable hour so that I can sleep later that night for school.  Sunday's are also homework days.  There is absolutely nothing I'd rather do than spend a full day on homework.  Friday nights are busy with football games, Saturday all day is busy with football or marching band, so I can't even spread out my homework and do a little each night.  Today I've spent the last two hours working on my Western Civilization class. The homework is a little ridiculous.  Usually in history classes, you get to have a discussion board post and discuss the topics you read and reflect on them.  In this class it is read this primary source and answer questions on it.  The primary source has been typed into a text book, and has several typos.  So it gets really hard to read. Then you have to write two short essays regurgitating what you read in the textbook.  Next, I have to figure out my AP Lang homework, and I can already foresee that being a problem.  Any ideas as to make a stress ball connect to myself and create a humanity connection? Me either.