4/23/08

Hello, everyone. I am glad you came to read this blog. I hope you are enjoying reading my stories in Nawal Aditya's Short Stories and Scripts. When it comes to writing about my life, I am too lazy to put a proper title. As you can see...Well, today I woke up, got dressed for school, and went to WIS. As I walked through the doors, I took my clarinet to the Band Hall, and chatted with a few of my friends. As the bell rang, I started to walk towards my Minicourse, which was taught by Mrs. Garcia.
"Nawal!" Josh, suddenly, yelled out mockingly. A few people around laughed, as I kept my head down and did not mind. I finally reached my minicourse and held the door open to let people in. A few people came in and I greeted them, as usual. Rose walked in, her black hair bouncing up and down, and I cheerfully said, "Hi!" She replied with another, "Hi!" and walked into the classroom. Then after David walked in with a few people (some whom I "helped" get in the room), Jamie came into the room, and I greeted her, "Hi, Jamie!". To which she replied, "Hi, Nawal." We all went into the classroom, then journeyed to the Computer Lab, then we went outside. As we were observing the prairie life (or as close as we could get to observing prairie life), we saw a few crickets and started catching them. Usually crickets would jump right off your arm, but the one I caught stayed on my arm for some reason. I soon found out why. It excreted waste on my wrist, but I carelessly flicked the piece of poop of my arm; and as soon as I did that the cricket leapt of my body. I was to hasty to crickets anytime soon. Everyone who was watching chuckled at the anecdote.
Mrs. Garcia then opened a gate, and told us to go inside it, so we could observe the plant life there. She also told to shuffle our feet so the snakes would hear our the vibrations of our feet and leave us alone. Jamie and I walked together and saw some really impressive spider webs.
"Isn't that what Trapdoor Spiders do?" She asked.
"Oh, yeah! You're right." I said. I really wish I had my camera, since I am a photographer. Now, Mrs. Garcia brought us to a bunch of plants with honey suckles hanging from them like white ornaments. After Mrs. Garcia had showed us how to get the honey out of the flower; Jamie, Paloma, and I, with the rest of the class took a honey suckle and drank some of its nectar. Jamie and I took another one, but her nectar dripped away, so I immediately gave her my honey suckle.
"Thanks." She told me.
"No problem."
Suddenly, we heard the pledge was being recited in school. The class hurried back inside right in the nick o' time, when the bell rang. I gathered all my junk and moved on to Mrs. Rockey's class, which was in the portables.
I did not notice anything new, until I sat down in my seat. I realized that Ms. Warner was there, instead of Ms. Rockey. I jumped up, stood up on my desk, and yelled out, "WHO ARE YOU!!!"
I am just kidding, although it would have been funny if I had done that. What I really said was, "Hi, Ms. Substitute", since I could not remember her name. She glared at me, and I remembered who she was! It must have been the intensity of her small, beady eyes that made me remember. The rest of the class we had fun, but I don't feel like going into the whole story.
The I went to Mrs. Graham's class, but I saw Mrs. Chapman there. This reminded me of my story: "Substitute". I shivered involuntarily.
We worked on our Photo Story for class. I goofed off for a while and made a photo of me being covered in graffiti and stuff. It was really hilarious. Afterwards, I said into my speaker for my Photo Story, "In the year of 2000, George W. Bush was elected president. People still ask, 'Why?'. Whoever was listened laughed out, even Mrs. Chapman.
Then I went to my Int. II Band class and we all struggled with piece titled, "Spy Chase". It is an incredibly cool piece, but it is also incredibly hard.
When I was going to my Algebra class, I put plastic, white knives on either side of my head, and got a few laughs for that. When Mrs. Wolfe spotted the knives, her lips twitched almost forming a smile, but she told me to take them down. An order I followed like any other: relentlessly. I did everything I needed to, in class, ate lunch, ran around in P.E., and then went to Science. Another class taught by Mrs. Garcia. One of my friends, Raymond was playing around with plastic knives. Mrs. Garcia confiscated them. I just gave her both of mine. Raymond got a detention towards the end of class, and I went out free. I am now writing this, and my Werewolf story. I am planning to write a romantic story after that.
"And that's all I have to say about that", Forrest Gump from the movie: "Forrest Gump".