Thursday, October 27, 2011

Yeah, Yeah, Shakespeare, move over!

 Let me start out with homeroom. (Because today was actually fun!) In homeroom, we have a school-wide contest. If you donate $1.00 then you get a paper pumpkin. The class with the most gets a free catered breakfast (by the principal) and that days' lesson taught by her. All proceeds go to the American Cancer Society. Anyway, earlier this morning my teacher donated $75.00 for the pumpkins! This put us in 2'nd place. But according to this afternoon, we were pushed down to 3'rd. Supposedly, tomorrow quite a few people will be bringing in donations to bring us up to first. Whoop-dee-doo.
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 Drama was bor-ing. My teacher wasn't here, so we read over our scripts for our class-play. This one is called:
Macbeth: A Children's Cautionary Tale
 After reading over the script, it is safe to say I dislike this play. I mean, it is so child-ish!! We have to interact with the audience! One of the things we have to say (if you are a narrator, of course) is:
Narrators: ''Now, what letter is at the end of witches?"
Audience: "Es."
Narrators: "That's right, very good! Your teacher's would be proud!"
 Other then that, not much happened. Oh, but something happened on the bus!
 So, in the morning Olivia sits behind me in the seat with Panache. Panache was texting and I was sitting next to the window.
"Hey, Aislinn." Said Olivia
Now I, assuming this was not her, began to look around the bus.
"Hey, Aislinn." She repeated.
Now I am still confused because Olivia would never talk to me, so this couldn't be her! Right?
"Hey, Aislinn!" She says.
Now I look at her.
"What?" I ask.
"What should I ask for for my birthday?" She asks.
"Um. Well, what do you like?" I say, still confused that she would be talking to me. I wondered if I should tell her about my fundraising, but held it in.
"I don't know, that's the problem!" She said, smiling.
"Oh. Hmm." I say, and leave it at that.
 After her short convo with me, she began to tell me about what she will ask for, which was a pair of Hollister jeans.
''I will only ask for one pair, because there usually 30-45 dollar jeans!"
 Then she began to tell me about her birthday dinner. I don't have an invite. But that's OK. I mean, I wouldn't go even if I got one.
 That was about it!



God Bless,
Love,
342 days!
Aislinn

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