Perhaps LJ will be a Monday Activity?
Weirdest two day period of school ever. This isn't even for people to read, i want to remember all this stuff. Friday morning, I go down to Dunkin Donuts to see about selling cards on saturday morning. At the intersection in the center of town, on my way there, who should run into my car but Aaron Gerry? But it's only the beginning, see, because I come back and what should I find but that Ted Griswold has brought in his guitar?
Sam started out with the guitar and then Blake had it, but then they gave it to Jackie D. Now I don't know what it is, but there's something about the senior spot that makes it awesome for screaming at the top of your lungs. It doesn't matter if you're Ron Burgundy on Halloween, or Jack D'isodoro is playing The OC Theme on the guitar, It's amazing, and everybody should do it at least once.
Hey Ya is the greatest of all musical compositions since the Star Spangled Banner, let's just leave it at that.
After we couldn't figure out anymore songs that involved me screaming, all the kids gathered around for a nice circle time sing along, which is always good times, but can only get better when Dr. Ritchie arrives on the scene. He came over to senior spot because he wanted to tell everybody that he was an idiot, and that if they died on their way home, he was in deep shit, but first, he walked over to the guitar and asked if he could play us part of a song he was writing about Sado Masochism.
Sado Masochism
It was only about a minute long, but we laughed like bandits the entire time. Maybe it was only because we were all thinking about the fact that we were going to have to drive home in the Jake Gyllenhaal Movie that was going on outside, but i like to think it was because we had some sympathy for the guy, who sounded like a dog with his tail between his legs over the PA today.
After Ritchie took his leave of us, it seemed only a matter of minutes until we were able to drag Mark over to where we were, and shove the guitar into his hands. He was courteous enough to ask us "original or cover", to which we were courteous enough to reply "Original, That's my vote!" (billy C)
The Rule Enforcing Man-Child proceeded to play for us a heartfelt ballad on the subject of eminent domain, which, for those of you keeping score at home, is when rich people come together and break free of the shackles of their less-fortunate oppressors, who have gone and put their homes right where the rich people's Profitable New Development is supposed to go.
Needless to say, it was fricking beautiful.
But wait! there's more! What about the warzone that unfolded all over the parking lot as we were let out of school at 215? luckily, on my way out of school with Chelsea and Cordo in tow, the kids from the bus that I probably would have been on were all waiting there, and I was able to a ride to Alex Levy, who would become instrumental in the events to come, as we shall see.
Why would you even try to exit the lot before Nathan Banks and Martha Shoemaker were out? WHY? You wouldn't, it would be mean, and you're not like that. So Chelsea, who decided to come to school in a t- shirt and a sport coat, (but still managed to criticize the LS administration because she saw the blizzard coming a mile away) stayed in the car while John, Alex, The awesome Winter track kids with the Jimmy Davis Shovels and I pushed Mr. Bank's green Jetta, and The Shoemaker SUV off of the tarmac. Then the Jimmy Davis Kids (with an exciting cameo from Alex Miller) shoveled out my car, and I drove off into the mess that waited for my vanful on concord road.
THIS MORNING, on the way to school, we drove past a nasty accident between two Junior girls, where, for a brief moment we were able to bear witness to Dana Loucas's considerable crisis management skills, and wonder what the world was coming to at the same time, which is always a treat.
But no big deal, we arrive at school at 746 and John is able to get his morning chat in with Ali Bryant, and everything is copacetic, hunky dory, peaches and cream... until we come within visual range of the school, that is, and can see people filing out for the fire alarm.
Here at Lincoln Sudbury Regional High School, we are a different kind of place, and faced with yet another surprising turn of events, nothing could be more natural than to ride out to Dunkin D's in Ted's Grand Cherokee.
Safely back in school, with a pink frosted donut in my belly, I was on hand for what I believe to be the last peculiar happenstance of the two day period, being a 10-15 minute stand off between Tim Mckinnon and Rob Kindell.
Now it is not unusual to see either fellow in such an agitated state, but to my knowledge, it is the first time for both of them that the object of his agitation was the other. Now I don't know what all of the hullabaloo was about, but it doesn't really matter, because once Shea Justice takes matters into his own hands, there isn't anything to worry about.
Honestly, in 5 seconds, think of a more trustworthy human being. I've lost my cell phone. I called Jaime Gruttadaria "Mr. Germanotta" today, but he didn't notice. I still haven't seen Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire. I'm behind in my Russian reading. Girls are scary. Shrek 2 wasn't as good as everybody said it was. Apollo Anton Ohno didn't deserve that Gold Medal three years ago. HAITI CARDS AHHHHH!
Okay, If you said Nathan Wright, you were correct.
Sam started out with the guitar and then Blake had it, but then they gave it to Jackie D. Now I don't know what it is, but there's something about the senior spot that makes it awesome for screaming at the top of your lungs. It doesn't matter if you're Ron Burgundy on Halloween, or Jack D'isodoro is playing The OC Theme on the guitar, It's amazing, and everybody should do it at least once.
Hey Ya is the greatest of all musical compositions since the Star Spangled Banner, let's just leave it at that.
After we couldn't figure out anymore songs that involved me screaming, all the kids gathered around for a nice circle time sing along, which is always good times, but can only get better when Dr. Ritchie arrives on the scene. He came over to senior spot because he wanted to tell everybody that he was an idiot, and that if they died on their way home, he was in deep shit, but first, he walked over to the guitar and asked if he could play us part of a song he was writing about Sado Masochism.
Sado Masochism
It was only about a minute long, but we laughed like bandits the entire time. Maybe it was only because we were all thinking about the fact that we were going to have to drive home in the Jake Gyllenhaal Movie that was going on outside, but i like to think it was because we had some sympathy for the guy, who sounded like a dog with his tail between his legs over the PA today.
After Ritchie took his leave of us, it seemed only a matter of minutes until we were able to drag Mark over to where we were, and shove the guitar into his hands. He was courteous enough to ask us "original or cover", to which we were courteous enough to reply "Original, That's my vote!" (billy C)
The Rule Enforcing Man-Child proceeded to play for us a heartfelt ballad on the subject of eminent domain, which, for those of you keeping score at home, is when rich people come together and break free of the shackles of their less-fortunate oppressors, who have gone and put their homes right where the rich people's Profitable New Development is supposed to go.
Needless to say, it was fricking beautiful.
But wait! there's more! What about the warzone that unfolded all over the parking lot as we were let out of school at 215? luckily, on my way out of school with Chelsea and Cordo in tow, the kids from the bus that I probably would have been on were all waiting there, and I was able to a ride to Alex Levy, who would become instrumental in the events to come, as we shall see.
Why would you even try to exit the lot before Nathan Banks and Martha Shoemaker were out? WHY? You wouldn't, it would be mean, and you're not like that. So Chelsea, who decided to come to school in a t- shirt and a sport coat, (but still managed to criticize the LS administration because she saw the blizzard coming a mile away) stayed in the car while John, Alex, The awesome Winter track kids with the Jimmy Davis Shovels and I pushed Mr. Bank's green Jetta, and The Shoemaker SUV off of the tarmac. Then the Jimmy Davis Kids (with an exciting cameo from Alex Miller) shoveled out my car, and I drove off into the mess that waited for my vanful on concord road.
THIS MORNING, on the way to school, we drove past a nasty accident between two Junior girls, where, for a brief moment we were able to bear witness to Dana Loucas's considerable crisis management skills, and wonder what the world was coming to at the same time, which is always a treat.
But no big deal, we arrive at school at 746 and John is able to get his morning chat in with Ali Bryant, and everything is copacetic, hunky dory, peaches and cream... until we come within visual range of the school, that is, and can see people filing out for the fire alarm.
Here at Lincoln Sudbury Regional High School, we are a different kind of place, and faced with yet another surprising turn of events, nothing could be more natural than to ride out to Dunkin D's in Ted's Grand Cherokee.
Safely back in school, with a pink frosted donut in my belly, I was on hand for what I believe to be the last peculiar happenstance of the two day period, being a 10-15 minute stand off between Tim Mckinnon and Rob Kindell.
Now it is not unusual to see either fellow in such an agitated state, but to my knowledge, it is the first time for both of them that the object of his agitation was the other. Now I don't know what all of the hullabaloo was about, but it doesn't really matter, because once Shea Justice takes matters into his own hands, there isn't anything to worry about.
Honestly, in 5 seconds, think of a more trustworthy human being. I've lost my cell phone. I called Jaime Gruttadaria "Mr. Germanotta" today, but he didn't notice. I still haven't seen Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire. I'm behind in my Russian reading. Girls are scary. Shrek 2 wasn't as good as everybody said it was. Apollo Anton Ohno didn't deserve that Gold Medal three years ago. HAITI CARDS AHHHHH!
Okay, If you said Nathan Wright, you were correct.