Yeah, I know it's been ages since I updated this one. I move back and forth between Harry Potter fics, Roseanne fics, and BSC fics. Lately, I've been in a BSC/Roseanne mood, so here's another BSC update. Enjoy!
March:
Saturday, Late Night:
Lumie and Angela were here for a while and we had dinner, then talked a while, then had sex. I mean Mona and Angela and Lumie and I respectively. Then we played a few rounds of Uno. Mona won most of the games. They just left a little while ago. Lumie might be going back to Ireland in the summer; Angela might be accepting a graphics job in upstate New York next year.
This semester is really flying by. Most of the now we had in February is melted now and we even had a rather mild day the other day. I know I'll be blubbering away at graduation time. I also found out that I'm up for possible valedictiorian. Wow...I'm pleased about it, but also a bit scared about giving a speech in front of thousands of people. I've always been so terrified of public speaking or performing. Just being the center of attention makes my face redden even now just thinking about it.
Thursday:
Yaaaaaa-HOO! I got a summer position student-teaching a summer school class at an actual high school. It'll be sophomore history, American history. It's a start. Me, an actual teacher. Well, almost. Just this semester, then three years of grad school, then I will be a certified teacher.
I think it'll be almost like our baby-sitting days when my friends and I were in the BSC. It was a good experience for all of us...we sure got plenty of experience dealing with all kinds of kids (and all kinds of parents as well).
I used to think I was a weakling long ago before Kristy started the BSC. One of my early BSC jobs involved Jenny Prezzioso getting a very high fever. I'd been shaking with fear inside, but people told me I was actually calm and handled it well. I guess I controlled my fear well so it didn't show to others and especially to Jenny. Jenny is now an alternate officer in the BSC.
Following Thursday:
Still shaking a bit from an earlier experience. Went down the the nearest 7-11 and I think I almost walked in on a robbery. The store was eerily quiet and I headed down the aisle when this lady pulled me behind a magazine rack and whispered to hold still and not make a sound. What? I mouthed to her. She gestured toward the front where I saw this guy with a hood over his head and I swallowed when I realized he had a long knife and was pointing it at the clerk.
I felt as if I'd been dunked underwater and everything was in slow motion. I hoped to all the heavens that he didn't have a gun. I guess he didn't, but that knife looked scary. The guy took the cash the clerk handed him and fled. I heard sirens and figured the clerk must have pushed a police-call button. The woman and I waited a while until we were sure the robber wouldn't come back.
I guess the police got the message quickly because they came in and the woman and I came out from behind the rack. We answered their questions, me between gulps. My throat was so dry I just couldn't stop swallowing. I made sure the clerk was all right. Wow. I'm still shaking and gulping a bit.
Saturday:
Kristy, Mona and I went out for dinner and Kristy has more ideas for the business she plans to start...left-handed appliances and furniture. We're thinking up a name for the company. Kristy says she hopes it can become a nationwide, and maybe even an international chain eventually. Knowing Kristy, she'll find a way to make it happen. She's always good at making things really take off.
Sunday:
Bush is such an asshole. I was getting a DVD ready to watch and had to catch a glimpse of his rotten face a moment before I loaded the DVD and he was yakking on about how he and his party had "succeeded fabulously." Oh, give me a break, the guy barely "won" by a skinny microscopic margin. Mona and I both actually doubt that he really won honestly. Kristy suspects some of these elections are rigged and says she can't wait until we get out into the world. She says she plans to one day fully investigate the electoral process undercover and see what's really going on.
Well, I loaded the DVD fast just to shut Bush's face up and Mona, Kristy, Greta, Wyser and I watched Spanglish. Funny, yet poignant. Parts of it made me cry naturally. It also made me think. Personally, I think both mothers were too uptight and strict with their daughters. The mom Deborah was a nasty ass, especially about the daughter's weight. We tossed chips at the screen at some of Deborah's appearances. Despite Bush being on regular TV, we had a fun night.
