I was cleaning my room when I stumbled upon a box of papers and folders from my high school days. I looked inside and noticed one of the folders was from my senior english class. One of my papers was a class journal entry in which the assigned subject was “The Last Thing I Ate Before Writing This Was…”
Well, here’s what I wrote:
The last thing I ate before I sat down to write this entry was corn, and the next thing I might eat is a wafer. This is because my mom has a whole box of wafers in her van. This afternoon, I’ll step off the metrorail, sit under the tree in the station parking lot with some of my fellow school mates, and await the arrival of the dark emerald Ford Aerostar, equipped with power steering and power breaks, side air bags and a two year warranty, no money down, C.O.D’s not accepted, price subject to change. The low hum of the van will approach and I’ll know to wrap whatever pointless conversation I’d be engaged in. I’ll open the sliding door, throw my heavy bookbag onto one of the backseats next to the white coat my mother has kept lying there for years on end. Close the door, open the passenger door, hop in, kiss Mom on the cheek, ask the routine pair of questions: Como Estas? Como pasaste el da? She’ll tell me how business in un poquito despacio as usual and I’ll recline the seat back. I’ll take off my sneakers, direct the air condition vents my way, take a pack of wafers, munch them down in about 2 minutes as my mom continues to describe the slow day and I’ll drift off into my peacefull rest.
Man that brings back some memories. I did the exact same routine for three straight years. I really enjoyed writing in that english class. I heard the teacher Miss McElrath left the following year and I couldn’t get in touch with her to thank her for being such an awesome teacher.
Well I’m going to get back to cleaning my room now. Peace, y’all.
Miss McElrath i believe is now mrs adair who is now, our cap advisor (miss nance left)
What do you mean she is now Mrs. Adair?
hey.. this is quite an interesting post. the end.
ps. that pretty much would mean she got married. muh guess.
oh no: you and your ever-too-frequent naps!
to c.: mrs adair was the former english teacher for senior year at DASH. ms mcelrath came in for a year because mrs adair was on maternity leave (i think). good guess tho.
to nat: doesn’t it seem that a certain someone just signs on to put up an away message that says he’s napping!? i’m happy i’m not the only one who noticed! tsk. tsk.
as far as the comment in the first post, i don’t understand what ‘k’ means.
Or it could mean that Miss McElrath married Mrs. Adair, in which case there are two Mrs. Adairs, and one of them is a cap advisor and the other one teaches again.
Or K could just be a confusing person, whoever K is.
And as far as my naps, I put that up so people are on the KNOW not to disturb my rest. Messing with my sleep is like messing with my EMOTIONS, Smokey.
haha
“... hop in, kiss Mom on the cheek, ask the routine pair of questions: Como Estas? Como pasaste el da?”
I know how that is. I never missed a day..lol
messin’ with MY SLEEP is like messin’ with my FOOD. DANGEROUS! HAVOC!
“SO DON’T DOIT!” – grandmaster flash, white lines.
woe!
we’ll never find out what mysterious ‘k’ meant! or who s/he is!