want it over with

It's almost spring break, thank god. I don't know how much more I can take. I've got my weekend partially planned and I'm working on the whole license thing =p i really don't feel like getting it yet. I do but don't. I guess if i want the freedom then it's definitely needed. One more day of school. Let's hope it's a good one.

ring ring...what?

The sun has gone to sleep and now it's my turn. Thinking about the day and a thought came to mind, "do i make decisions without even knowing it?" Here's how this came up. I still don't my phone so when I spoke to a friend, they mentioned that it was the first time in a month. Of course I didn't mean anything about it, but I was feeling clustered and suffocated by all the people around me. Not being able to text people has kind of given me more room. I do feel lost without my phone =p I usually have to borrow someone's phone or take my mom's for a while. I realized that I shouldn't have depended on it so much, I had everything thing in there. From my allergies to my checking account number. perhaps with my next phone things will be different..

Saturday March 13, 2010

Tripped up the two steps while trying to get to the front desk for check out. Both the women sititng behind the desk stand up too take a better look. I shoot up and assure them that I was fine. I wanted to get out quickly and couldn’t wait for the car ride back to Nashville. I was finally getting my phone back, or so I thought. When we got back to Nashville we stopped in at Hooters but being girls, we got ignored, again. We stood there for 15 minutes till we just grabbed some random girl and told her what we wanted. She told us she would get the manager which took another 15 minutes till he showed up. Then he preceded to ask what was the problem. First their service, second my phone. Only mentioning the phone, “Nick” procceded to head to the back. LONG story short. They left my phone on the bar when there was only 10 minutes till closing left even though they told us they would place it in the safe. The next day when we called “Nick”, he so rudely told us he didn’t have it and that it wasn’t in the d*** safe. And that he couldn’t do a d*** thing about it. Douchebag… you said you had my phone and then you lost it. Great. Love it.

Friday March 12, 2010

Waking up at 4 am is exactly what I thought it would be, impossible. After the extra 30 minutes Dixy gave me, we went on our way to Memphis for the college visit. The whole car ride seems too blurry for me to recall every moment but I do remember nodding most of the time. I thought to myself, if she wasn’t going to sleep, either was I. When we got to Rhodes College we review all the advice people had given us. “It’s such a pretty school but don’t go outside of the fenced area, they’re part of the hood.” It was small but still big in some ways. The class we attended only consisted of 13 students. One of who was an alumni from Dixy’s school, Mercersburg Academy. It was a nearly impossible coincidence but it happened. After those 4 hours or so, we went off to our next hotel so what we could get ready for the NBA game, Grizzlies vs. Nicks. It was actually kind of sad at the crowd’s enthusiasm. The game would’ve been so much better if there hadn’t been some old man trying to take pictures of us and sending them to his cousin. That definitely ruined most of the time I had there. We got back to the hotel and since they ran out of keys, we had to get housekeeping to repeatedly open the doors for us. In both hotels that we’ve been in, we slept on the top of the bed. We were a little too worried to go under the covers.

Thursday March 11, 2010 cont...

Driving back to the hotel, I examined the car for my phone. At this point I wasn’t in a panic because I thought I had lost it three previous in our short drive, I had just figured it was another one of those moments. Dixy looked around for her phone to call mine but hers seemed to be nowhere. I found it behind her seat. We got all hyped up for nothing. Next she proceeded to call mine. No sound. So she decided to try again and once again nothing. Feeling quite depressed, I just ignored it and walked into the hotel room. She was very persistent when she decided to call Hooters. Twice they picked up and put us on hold, then hung up. The third time we called we made sure we got to the point so that their brain (as tiny as their clothing) could comprehend. Yes, they had it. Since Dixy had accidently locked her keys in the car and we had to wake up at 4 am, we told them we would come pick it up on Saturday. They told us that was fine and that they would place it in the safe. So we went to sleep.

Thursday March 11, 2010

I had to pack the day before for my trip to Memphis. Dixy and I would meet up in Nashville and then make our way through. The whole ride to Nashville, I kept thinking about the chances that Dixy and I would be to get into the hotels since technically it’s illegal to be in a hotel room without someone 18 or, in some hotels, 21. But after all that worrying, we got in just fine after I showed my “pretty pretty picture” or in normal words, my id. For some reason, Dixy wanted the room on the first floor. It wasn’t exactly the best idea but I support it… after we locked and chained the door. Once we settled into our room, we headed out to downtown Nashville and walked along the drunken streets. About 30 min in, I finally noticed all the UK fans running around wild and screaming. As we walked along the crowded streets, Dixy saw a basketball game through a Hooters window. One of the players just happened to be someone she used to go to school with. We went in and sat for about 5 mins. I usually keep my phone in my back pocket so when I sit I take it out. Feeling awkward inside of the Hooters, we quickly departed for the car.

doodle this

Yankee Doodle went to town
A-Riding on a pony;
He stuck a feather in his cap,
And called it macaroni.

Doodle first came around meaning fool or idiot. When macaroni is mentioned, it’s meant to mean macaroni wig. The little song means that the Yankee’s are so uncivilized and lower in class that just sticking a feather in their hat would make them part of the high fashion.

Take a chance, little turd

Yesterday my ALY group was excused early out of school so that we could present to College View Middle School. It wasn't as bad as I had pictured it. Even though we might have mess up a few of our skits we still went on. After school had ended we waited around for our ride and we thought we would visit the band director. Some short, blond, irritable, old lady walks through the doors and yells at us. She tells us to get out and without another breath, she opens the door to the band room and yells “GET OUT! NOW! OR ILL GET THE PRINCIPAL”. Shocked at the way the teachers treat the students there, my friend and I decided that we didn’t want to deal with them so we waited out in the cold, cold weather. We see the little old lady once more before we leave and it’s while she was leaving. Right when she opens the door to leave she points at us two and yells “AND THEM TOO”. Ok… well then, that’s nice. For the 15 minutes we were out side, only 1 of the 6 teachers we saw smiled and finally some lady told us to wait inside so that we wouldn’t get a cold. Since Chels can’t handle the cold very well, we went through one of the doors but didn’t go back into the school. As we sat there just talking and waiting, another teacher was approaching the door. He first pulled on the left door but it seemed to be locked. Right when I start standing he pulls on the other side and it opens. So what else can I do other than sit back down. He told me that was nice of me and that I was a nice girl. Umm thanks.. He complimented us on our skits and apologized for the “little turds”. By this he meant the students (which kind of shocked me). As he left for the center of the school, I felt sad. I felt sorry for the students. They were all grouped as “little turds” and weren’t given a second chance. If yelling is your teaching method and it doesn’t seem to be working, change it. Don’t assume you know who they all are just because of a few trouble makers. Maybe it’s not them who’s the problem… maybe it’s you.