The newspaper has been keeping me busy for the past week and we are looking into getting it online soon which is giving Mr. Grady an "ulcer". Nothing ever seems to go right on the computer these days and we are lucky to even get on the internet. Mr. Grady says it is because we live away from the big cities and that the school needs faster modems. I guess it will have to do for now.
Earlier this week George Davison got suspended for the fourth time and he now has to work from home for the rest of the semester or he may go to another school. It is the first student to get the stay-at-home punishment this year and he probably wishes he didn't pull David Coogan's pants down at lunch yesterday. Poor David was so embarrassed that he dropped his tray of food and then forgot it was on the ground (I guess) and then slipped in it and fell right into Rebecca Simmons lap. Everybody was laughing hysterically except Gretchen's friend Beth who tried to help him, but unfortunately she also became part of the mess on the floor and in Rebecca's lap. Grandpa said that it sounded like an episode of the "keystone Cops", which I guess was an old sitcom or something. I asked if it was like the show "Cops" and he just snorted and said "only if you shot the show in England". I gave up any chance of understanding and just nodded my head. So, the good thing to come out of poor David and Rebecca's very bad day is that George won't be bothering me anymore at school and it is just a matter of time before he is not allowed at church anymore either, which is probably what he is aiming for.
I talked on the phone over the weekend with Aunt Cindy's sister Donna and she said that she would help me with my project on the Mayan People of Early Mexico (which is its title) and Ms. Ramsey, who is now Mrs. Butcher since she was married during the winter break, said it was ok as long as I do the research and that I should try to find someone who can trace their roots back to Mayan people and interview them. "What about Jorge?" I said. Jorge works at the movie theater in Bakersfield and he and I have become good friends since I go there as often as Dad will drive me. "That's fine if he knows that he has Mayan ancestors", Mrs. Butcher said.
I now have way too much work to do and it seems like I don't have time to write about anything but dead people or relatives who are still alive. Mr. Grady suggested that I try setting aside time right after school to just "free-write" where I just write anything that comes to mind even if it doesn't make sense. "Thats great!" i said and he then said that I don't even have to worry about punctuation. He also says that it may take a while to learn how to just "let it flow", but that I should keep doing it no matter what. So, I started already when I got home and maybe I'll try it now for my blog. Here goes nothing...
i wore my socks inside out and they smell bad even though they look better and i want to keep typing fast but i cant type as fast as i write so maybe this is better for writing in my journal except tha i don't worry about grammar and spelling any,more which is fun and i am trying not to look at the screen while i type and my mom is calling me because it is time to feed the dogs and other animals and i told her that i am busy andf she is coiming down the hall so i better stop even though i can't and wish i could go onb all night lkike this ....ok Mom, sorry.