I get sidetracked quite easily. I wound up browsing the articles on eHow for a while today. In “How to Read a Short Story,” I found this gem: ” Expect a dramatic, surprising or even odd twist at the end of the story – you will have been set up for it quite carefully.” So true.
Friday Five from last week because I missed it:
1. How often do you cook at home? Not very, considering I don’t live here most of the time anymore. When I’m on break (like now), my mom will usually stick me with her night when she doesn’t feel like it. That’s when we have breakfast-for-dinner or Pasta Bake.
2. How did you learn how to cook? My mom taught me. And I am very good at following directions. I can’t make much, though. Definitely nothing fancy.
3. What is a meal that has special meaning to you? None, really.
4. What is the last meal you cooked? It was so long ago, I can’t even remember. I turned off the oven and rice cooker earlier this week for my dad, though; does that count?
5. What is your least favorite thing to cook? I have yet to cook anything I don’t like to eat. Why bother? That way, when I cook, it tastes better because I made it myself.
And from yesterday because I missed that one, too:
1. What is the first book you remember reading? That’s a hard question. According to parental lore, I taught myself to read by describing the pictures and eventually matching them to the words. I have a vivid picture of a Looney Tunes book, though I think that one was just the one I was reading when a hornet stung my hand. I also remember a picture book of the “See Spot Run” variety that, according my grandmother, I read so much that I committed it to memory.
2. What is your favorite book? Lewis Carroll’s Alice in Wonderland, followed closely by Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire.
3. Who is your favorite author? I like what little Sarah Dessen I’ve read. Also, Lois Lowry, Meg Cabot, Cynthia Voigt, and E.L. Konigsburg. And of course J.K. Rowling. I don’t have just one favorite.
4. Pick up the nearest book (magazine or any available printed material will do). Turn to page 24 (or the closest to it). Go to the 7th line. What is it? “Arab(2). adj: of or relating to the Arabs: Arabian.” It figures that I’d just have an elementary dictionary for a question that could have had a much more interesting answer. Boo.
5. If you could be any character in literature, who would you be? Hermione would be nice. Or maybe Mia, from the Princess Diaries, depending on how she turns out when she’s older. In serious literature, um, Elizabeth Bennet (Pride and Prejudice)?
I went to Paul’s New Year’s Eve party. I wasn’t really excited about it, but I complain about how I never get out. I wasn’t going to go at first, but Greg offered me a ride. He drove me, David, Megan, and Stephanie. I accidentally missed the turn down to my grandma’s neighborhood (which is the same as Paul’s; he lives down the street), but we got there. The party was the usual sit-around type. We watched South Park, then MTV to see the ball drop and watch Green Day with Snoop Dogg, then parts of movies. I got home around 3:15 A.M. That might be a new record; I don’t remember when I got back to the dorm from The Princess Bride.
I haven’t done much this week. I’m not sure how to approach my walk-in advising plan to spend some time with older school-age kids. My ideal at this point would be to shadow a teacher, but how? It’d feel so awkward to just call a random middle school English teacher to ask if I can sit in on her class. I don’t know if that’s even allowed. I have to do “something constructive” over break, though. I can only sit around so much.
My dad had his retirement ceremony on Wednesday, after 23 years in the Air Force. It was weird, being on the other side. For once, I was at a ceremony that had absolutely nothing to do with me. It’s like my dad’s going to my piano recitals and such. I just attended. I was proud when I heard all the nice things people said in the receiving line. (The rest of us had to stand in that line, too, though I felt so out of place. No one had anything to say to me. I could just as well have been the podium behind me.) We went out for lunch afterwards, but it was Red Lobster, so I mostly just enjoyed the bread.
On Thursday, Greg and I went back to high school to visit. We saw Mr. Harrison first — it turns out that his daughter is K.T. Harris from one of my favorite radio stations! We said hi to Dr. J, then waited until the bell rang and chatted with Ms. Anderson until she left. I’ll have to go back next week to see Ms. Sim and Adkins. I had a lovely time talking to Ms. Anderson. I think she saw my relationship with Greg happening. She seemed surprised and upset that we aren’t together anymore. Our relationship is unusual, but then again, it kind of always has been.
Yesterday, I went to see my piano teacher. She left the Youth Center on Andrews completely, and her new studio is going well. All the piles have reformed on her desk, though. I did what I could. Then I went to deposit a check, buy some hair grease, and look for some boots. I don’t think the ones I got are going to work, though, so I’ll have to keep shopping.
And today… well, I didn’t really do anything. My mom, Courtney, and I went to Ledo Pizza for dinner, which was yummy. I’ve been reading a lot lately. I have some things to work out. Some major thinking to do. Gotta take advantage of this time while I have it.