I'm famous! *o~
Hokay, okay, I tricked you. I'm not really famous. But, it's a good catch line for a journal entry about something close!
Okay History class. (I just lost at least 20 people)
Factors in this story.
>Class is obnoxious
>Teacher can't teach very well
>Teacher is also very unorganized
>Warmest classroom in the school
>Hardly ever end up doing any work
>I want a boat
>It's past my bedtime right now
>Apples rule because Oranges are unoriginal
'Kay, so. Every class has to have a culiminating activity that makes up 15% of final mark. Most of these activities are just large projects like a large set of questions connected to a book, or a lab thing with some questions in the science classes.
One day our Teacher comes to us and says that our activity is the 'Celtic Heritage Day' Project.
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>Very little to do with CANADIAN HISTORY
>A lot of responcibility for an exreamly immature class.
>DOO~M!!!!!!!~ Written all over it.
So, me and my only friend in that class get started on making a presentation about celtic clothing fit for 10-year-olds.
Issues that occured:
>Partner hardly ever comes to class
>No idea what time-period we're supposed to be searching for
>Classroom getting warmer and warmer by the day
>Teacher keeps distracting class with movies and long non-helpful rants
>People in class have no dignity
>Work from other classes starts getting piled on
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SOMEHOW
>Me and my partner get project finnished (I biked over to her house and forced her to work on it! XD I think her Dad likes me a bit more for that.)
>We ended up researching an okay time-period (It was the only one we could find!)
>People got there projects finnished (Still no real dignity, but close enough)
>The day of thought DOO~M!!!~ Arrives and the world didn't end. (O.o)
So, I met my friend at her house (She's ` R o t t i n g E y e s ` by the way), we went down the street (We saw a snake!) and we went to St. Lawrence Park (Where it was held), and somehow we managed on-time and even early. We wait for a while and eventualy the others come.
It was really slow to begin with, so we set up, wandered around, bought some food ect ect.
We all knew that it was going to be fast paced, ...but we didn't know it would be fast paced for a profesional racecar driver! By the end of the second batch of kids, we realized that we were short handed and that I had to run the groups over to the next station. So, that was rather hectic. By the time the last of the ten, rather large goups of 5-year-olds had passed, my feet were hurting, and my throat hurt from yelling over the load music right accross from us.
And if that wasn't enough, after it, ` R o t t i n g ` wanted to go swimming. I hadn't remembered to wear a bathing suit, and was wearing white. We talked about it for a few minutes, but I ended up trudging back to her house alone to pick up my bike to ride back, accross town to get to my house so that I could change, and then ride all the way back. By the time I got back I was too tired to do much swimming, so we just hung around with an old friend of ours. After a while I got bored, so I went home and crashed.
<Fast forward a week>(Finaly! The main point for the title! XD)
Hokay, so Vv_Spike_vV and I are walking down King Street, and a little girl stops me in the street.
"Hey I know you!" She says, "Your from the...uh...the..."
"Celtic Fair?" I suggest, a little dazed at the fact that a random person was talking to me on the street.
"No.. the uh...Crossing the atlantic with the boat and the water and food and stuff."
"Yeah, that was the Celtic fair, " I said reconizing the description of some of the other stations.
"Yeah," She said and we walked away.
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HOYEAH!
I'm so TOTALY famous to 5-year-olds in my (Hick)Town!
Booya!
I'm cool!
XD
