Saturday, September 12, 2009
Saturday, September 5, 2009
6th September 09. Time runs soo darn fast. Boo hoo. T-T
It's Sunday. 9-something a.m. I have to get up early to go to the comp because it's Sunday and we're always going out and returning late. I wish I could write in the weekdays because all the interesting things happen in school.
Last Friday we had an inpromptu speech from Uncle Chris, Pastor Leslie's brother. Like all of us, he had to pick out a topic written on a little piece of paper in a Cadburys' container.
His topic read, "Why do all teens want to be gangsters?"
Whoa. I was wondering, "Who on earth wrote that??"
Uncle Chris was obviously wondering too because he kept on asking stuff like "Which smart kid wrote this?"
And Karlyn reckons that guy who wrote that was at home sick. So it probably was Brandon.
Anyway, Uncle Chris spun something really interesting+ funny out of that topic. He also had a good point too. His point was that the reason some teens want to be gangsters, i.e. mean and strong, is that they want to hide something from the others. Something that proves that proves that they are not what they seem to be.
Which kinda explains me, too.
In my family, that is.
After Science period, where I did a LIFEPAC test and passed (yipeeee!! thank God!!!) we went to Mcdonalds for lunch. So I sat with Claudia and Carmen and Michelle (who, like me, is a senior)
chatting about stuff like songs and (me excluded) hot actors and who will act in Stephenie Meyer's book, New Moon.
Then we went to the candy shop to wait for the little kids to finish buying their stuff. Then Pastor Jackie touched me on the shoulder.
"You are nominated to be sitting with Sher-Lynn in the car with the small girls for the return trip later." she said, smiling.
OHH NOO!!!
Sitting with Sher-Lynn, okay, not bad. Sitting with little kids, well, sooo not okay!
I felt like a little kid myself when I waited for the whole school to leave first. Jon threw a look at us before following the rest.
Now I'm on my own. :(
To be fair, the trip was fine. The girls were good, although they were shouting about alligators(actually elevators) and all.
I was supposed to learn a lesson from this car-ride, I guess. And I have.
Look before you cross the road!
It's Sunday. 9-something a.m. I have to get up early to go to the comp because it's Sunday and we're always going out and returning late. I wish I could write in the weekdays because all the interesting things happen in school.
Last Friday we had an inpromptu speech from Uncle Chris, Pastor Leslie's brother. Like all of us, he had to pick out a topic written on a little piece of paper in a Cadburys' container.
His topic read, "Why do all teens want to be gangsters?"
Whoa. I was wondering, "Who on earth wrote that??"
Uncle Chris was obviously wondering too because he kept on asking stuff like "Which smart kid wrote this?"
And Karlyn reckons that guy who wrote that was at home sick. So it probably was Brandon.
Anyway, Uncle Chris spun something really interesting+ funny out of that topic. He also had a good point too. His point was that the reason some teens want to be gangsters, i.e. mean and strong, is that they want to hide something from the others. Something that proves that proves that they are not what they seem to be.
Which kinda explains me, too.
In my family, that is.
After Science period, where I did a LIFEPAC test and passed (yipeeee!! thank God!!!) we went to Mcdonalds for lunch. So I sat with Claudia and Carmen and Michelle (who, like me, is a senior)
chatting about stuff like songs and (me excluded) hot actors and who will act in Stephenie Meyer's book, New Moon.
Then we went to the candy shop to wait for the little kids to finish buying their stuff. Then Pastor Jackie touched me on the shoulder.
"You are nominated to be sitting with Sher-Lynn in the car with the small girls for the return trip later." she said, smiling.
OHH NOO!!!
Sitting with Sher-Lynn, okay, not bad. Sitting with little kids, well, sooo not okay!
I felt like a little kid myself when I waited for the whole school to leave first. Jon threw a look at us before following the rest.
Now I'm on my own. :(
To be fair, the trip was fine. The girls were good, although they were shouting about alligators(actually elevators) and all.
I was supposed to learn a lesson from this car-ride, I guess. And I have.
Look before you cross the road!
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