This Tuesday was Fat Tuesday which wasn’t really a big deal because I basically celebrate it every day. But the day after that was Ash Wednesday, which was actually kind of a big thing for me. First, because I really religious, second because this is the first year that I actually think I’ll stick to my plan to give something up. For the next 40 days I’m planning on giving up pop. In the past, I have eaten meat on Fridays but I don’t think I will this time, I’m going to try and stay away from it on the other days of the week too. In the morning, I went to church with my dad and then went to school late. I came in in this class actually, 4th hour. I went to a church and got the ashes on my forehead and came into school. Unfortunately I gave in and partially wiped them off cause I was getting weird looks. I don’t blame people either, because if I saw someone walking around with black on the forehead and I didn’t know what the heck it was for, I’d give them weird looks too.
When I was at the church, St. Jenaveve, I was sitting in the pews; in the row next to me was the cutest little girl I think I’ve ever seen. When we stood up, she’d look all around and smile at everyone whose eyes’ she met. Me being one of them, I smiled back and she giggled. She couldn’t have been over 5 years old. I also talked to a lady that was sitting in front of me. I had asked my dad why no one was shaking hands when they gave each other peace. She turned around and explained that it was because of the swine flu. I found that funny for some reason. I remembered at my own church once, I went to shake this old woman’s hand and I got shut down. She told me she didn’t shake hands and gave me a look of rejection. I found both of these situations funny, but I don’t know why. Probably because people are making such a big deal about the swine flu, when the regular flu has killed more people than the swine flu has. But anyways, after church my dad and I went to get something to eat. He brought me back to school afterwards and then I went throughout the rest of the day with a gray forehead.
Friday, February 19, 2010
Friday, February 12, 2010
Big Fish Story
When I was around the age of six, I became ill with an extremely rare sickness. It was so rare that only 4 people had ever gotten it before me. Not knowing that I had this rare sickness, I went to school like any other kid did on a sunny Thursday morning. I had gotten to school and thought that day was going to be a great day. It was not that much later that I found out how terribly wrong I was…
As I walked into school, I felt pain in my feet. They had been sore the whole time I had walking but I had just ignored it. I looked down, to find my feet two times the size they had been. Being only six years old, I didn’t think much of it, other than the fact that it seemed a little strange. I went and sat down, but not without noticing the strange looks I was getting from my classmates. I heard gasps and groans as I walked to my seat. But again, I didn’t think anything of it. The teacher walked in and began to take attendance. As she called each name, she would look up and see that the child was there. When she called me name, I said, “Here!” She looked up and made a tiny little noise that sounded like a puppy yelping. By now, I was worried. She walked swiftly over to me and asked me how I was feeling. I told her that my feet hurt a little and she laughed. She made a quick call and then walked me out of the room and down to the office. Now I thought I was in trouble! When we got down there, several of the school workers had a look at me and they all didn’t know what to say. I asked what was wrong with me and they quickly handed me a mirror. When I saw my reflection, I noticed that my face was not as it had been at all this morning. It was 3 times smaller and green! By now, I was flipping out. I looked down and my body had started to grow and grow. At first I was just taller than the teachers. But then I grew more and more, now I was bursting through the ceiling and I kept growing up towards the sky. The school nurse quickly got on the phone with my parents.
My mother and father showed up at the school 5 minutes later. They took one look at me and both fainted at the sight of me (apparently they hadn’t seen my 50 foot tall body growing up into the sky on their way there). The teachers called 911 and soon there was an ambulance and a specialist for this particular disease. He told my now awakening parents that I had a sickness called Omicron. I felt a little prick in my heel and looked down. I saw a tiny figure giving me a shot of a dark purple liquid that was labeled "Grape Kool-aid". I began to shrink back to Earth. I passed through the broken ceiling and was back to my normal 6 year old size. That purple liquid had cured the case of Omicron that I had and I went back to class to learn the alphabet with my classmates.
As I walked into school, I felt pain in my feet. They had been sore the whole time I had walking but I had just ignored it. I looked down, to find my feet two times the size they had been. Being only six years old, I didn’t think much of it, other than the fact that it seemed a little strange. I went and sat down, but not without noticing the strange looks I was getting from my classmates. I heard gasps and groans as I walked to my seat. But again, I didn’t think anything of it. The teacher walked in and began to take attendance. As she called each name, she would look up and see that the child was there. When she called me name, I said, “Here!” She looked up and made a tiny little noise that sounded like a puppy yelping. By now, I was worried. She walked swiftly over to me and asked me how I was feeling. I told her that my feet hurt a little and she laughed. She made a quick call and then walked me out of the room and down to the office. Now I thought I was in trouble! When we got down there, several of the school workers had a look at me and they all didn’t know what to say. I asked what was wrong with me and they quickly handed me a mirror. When I saw my reflection, I noticed that my face was not as it had been at all this morning. It was 3 times smaller and green! By now, I was flipping out. I looked down and my body had started to grow and grow. At first I was just taller than the teachers. But then I grew more and more, now I was bursting through the ceiling and I kept growing up towards the sky. The school nurse quickly got on the phone with my parents.
My mother and father showed up at the school 5 minutes later. They took one look at me and both fainted at the sight of me (apparently they hadn’t seen my 50 foot tall body growing up into the sky on their way there). The teachers called 911 and soon there was an ambulance and a specialist for this particular disease. He told my now awakening parents that I had a sickness called Omicron. I felt a little prick in my heel and looked down. I saw a tiny figure giving me a shot of a dark purple liquid that was labeled "Grape Kool-aid". I began to shrink back to Earth. I passed through the broken ceiling and was back to my normal 6 year old size. That purple liquid had cured the case of Omicron that I had and I went back to class to learn the alphabet with my classmates.
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