It's a Great Day for Baseball


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Friday, October 31, 2003

Scariest night of my life. We couldn't stop talking about it.

It was today I realized that I can't do dramatic acting for CRAP. I'm good at the whole "lookatmei'mhammingitupbecauseicanmakefunnyfacesalajimcarreyandmrbean" sort of acting, but not the "tearjerkeri'msobbingandemotionallyheartwrenchingalatomhanksandpaulnewman" sort of acting.

POOP on acting. (jk. lol. lmao. future career.)

I'll just have to learn how to really act someday, I guess.

In other news, I have like eight more hours of homework to finish. Holy crap mother.

And an application to send.

The magic eight ball in Mrs. Idler's room told me I wouldn't get in. Dear me.


In other news, they're doing Chess at Desert Stages pretty soon. I've never done the community theatre thing. Maybe. Hm.

Tuesday, October 28, 2003

I'm going back. What is my deal? Hah.

I seriously like woah need to start posting more.

Monday, October 27, 2003

I teach R.E. at my church on Sundays to bunches of freshmen who absolutely hate being there. There a kid with long black hair who scribbles "Anarchy" and "No Rules" on every handout we give him, there's a gaggle of girls who wear more makeup than I do and flirt with all the boys, there are football players from both Mountain Pointe and Desert Vista who refuse to sit next to one another. Needless to say, no one gets along. They all sit with their friends and stay silent.

But yesterday, we looked past the segregation to come together for one cause. We did not come together for God. We did not come together for Catholicism. Oh no. We came together for pumpkin carving.

Each group got two pumpkins and two carving knives. The only rule was this: Win, and you get prizes.

Each member of my group steeled themselves, ready for battle. Jordan ran to the table to grab the best pumpkins he could find. Alex brainstormed creative carving ideas that would guarantee us the championship. Jennifer spied on the other teams to see what they were doing. We were a force to be reckoned with.

Five minutes to go. The girls on the end of the table were carving stars into our little pumpkin, but the big one sat on one side, untouched. Finally, after minutes of intense though, Chris came up with a fabulous idea. We scooped out the pumpkins innards and laid them out on the table. Then, the carving began. Nolan, a fellow teacher, began the painstaking process that is punpkin carving. Could he follow the lines? Will he finish in time? We all watched Nolan, petrified with fear. After what seemed like eternity, Nolan finished, and we placed our pumpkin alongside the others on the judges' table.

We had made a Eucharist pumpkin.

Everyone else carved crosses. I mean, it's church class, for cryin out loud. We knew we'd win. I mean, what God-fearing judge wouldn't choose the eternal symbol of the Cathlic church as the winner? We high-fived and hollered-even if our pumpkin was the best-looking, we'd won by default.

Sure enough, our pumpkin was declared the greatest. My group revelled in joy and Blockbuster gift cards. I walked away last night a successful teacher and pumpkin carver.

No one wanted to take it home, so we hid it by the huge cross fountain outside. Hopefully, someone finds it before it rots. And that person they will remember the day that Group 3 won the Pumpkin Contest and the hearts of Americans everywhere.


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