the epic of Annalise in GHS
This week was all right....actually not really because it went on forever as usual, but whatever, it's over now. :-P Highlights of the week included me losing my schedule but not knowing it --Part One.
Setting: Mrs Deforge's room. I'm sitting by the desk next to the door, talking with my friends, not doing anything productive because she's absent. Suddenly, the door swings open, and the room is filled with the beeps and hurried voices of a walkie talkie. I whip around, to see Mr. Grenier, complete with a whacking stick (just kidding) come flashing through with his lights and sirens and turn to me and say in a very menacing voice, "MISS VANHOUTEN."
My face immediately turned very red and I was certain I would either be put to death, or go to see Goldfarb. As I was having flashbacks of my life's history run through my head, I heard him speak again.
"YOU LEFT YOUR SCHEDULE IN THE HALL. *hands it to to a gaping, wide eyed, scared girl (me)* I THINK I GOT YOU RIGHT...YOU ARE MISS VANHOUTEN, YES?"
I numbly nodded and he disappeared like a blur.
I pray that nothing like that ever happens to any of you, because no matter how many times someone says the common 'No Fear Grenier' slogan, let me assure you, there was PLENTY of fear going on at that moment.
Losing my schedule but not knowing it --Part Deux
After gym, I rest easy knowing that I have a nice long study hall to relax in and talk with many wonderful friends. I go to take my new schedule (recently retrieved from Grenier) out of its secret and very safe place in my backpack to find.....NOTHING. Now this time, instead of experiencing flashbacks of my youth, I remembered at the beginning of the year, how my mother had come to me on the second day of school with a few wadded up lumps of mush paper--the remains of my life's direction. I automatically realized that I had slipped the schedule into my back pocket, had forgotten to take it out, and had once again delivered it to the washing machine's terror.
Instead, however, of simply moving forward, I spent another 3 minutes out of the 5 that we have between classes searching frantically for my schedule. I would normally know what classes I have, except that pretty much all the new study halls got changed and are in different rooms each day. So, with no other ideas, I slumped towards the guidance office, ready to face the wrath of Mrs. Felber.
Setting: Guidance office. I am standing in front of the desk, where Mrs. Felber and Mrs. Weise are talking about ordering ham subs from various local eateries. I am still standing there, five minutes later, spending my time staring at some poster on the wall and trying not to seem too pathetic, or anything. Finally, Mrs. Felber turns to me. I say, "Hi, I was wondering if you could print out a copy of my schedule, I lost it."
As the words come out of my mouth, I can see Mrs. Felbers temper start to flare. Just as she opens her mouth, about to lapse into one of her long speals about how kids shouldn't exist because they're stupid, Mrs. Weise says, "I'll do it."
THANK YOU MRS WEISE.
Um, I think that's about it. I only remember the really traumatizing stuff anyway, so anything else that happened is probably pretty okay.
More about this weekend later.
Setting: Mrs Deforge's room. I'm sitting by the desk next to the door, talking with my friends, not doing anything productive because she's absent. Suddenly, the door swings open, and the room is filled with the beeps and hurried voices of a walkie talkie. I whip around, to see Mr. Grenier, complete with a whacking stick (just kidding) come flashing through with his lights and sirens and turn to me and say in a very menacing voice, "MISS VANHOUTEN."
My face immediately turned very red and I was certain I would either be put to death, or go to see Goldfarb. As I was having flashbacks of my life's history run through my head, I heard him speak again.
"YOU LEFT YOUR SCHEDULE IN THE HALL. *hands it to to a gaping, wide eyed, scared girl (me)* I THINK I GOT YOU RIGHT...YOU ARE MISS VANHOUTEN, YES?"
I numbly nodded and he disappeared like a blur.
I pray that nothing like that ever happens to any of you, because no matter how many times someone says the common 'No Fear Grenier' slogan, let me assure you, there was PLENTY of fear going on at that moment.
Losing my schedule but not knowing it --Part Deux
After gym, I rest easy knowing that I have a nice long study hall to relax in and talk with many wonderful friends. I go to take my new schedule (recently retrieved from Grenier) out of its secret and very safe place in my backpack to find.....NOTHING. Now this time, instead of experiencing flashbacks of my youth, I remembered at the beginning of the year, how my mother had come to me on the second day of school with a few wadded up lumps of mush paper--the remains of my life's direction. I automatically realized that I had slipped the schedule into my back pocket, had forgotten to take it out, and had once again delivered it to the washing machine's terror.
Instead, however, of simply moving forward, I spent another 3 minutes out of the 5 that we have between classes searching frantically for my schedule. I would normally know what classes I have, except that pretty much all the new study halls got changed and are in different rooms each day. So, with no other ideas, I slumped towards the guidance office, ready to face the wrath of Mrs. Felber.
Setting: Guidance office. I am standing in front of the desk, where Mrs. Felber and Mrs. Weise are talking about ordering ham subs from various local eateries. I am still standing there, five minutes later, spending my time staring at some poster on the wall and trying not to seem too pathetic, or anything. Finally, Mrs. Felber turns to me. I say, "Hi, I was wondering if you could print out a copy of my schedule, I lost it."
As the words come out of my mouth, I can see Mrs. Felbers temper start to flare. Just as she opens her mouth, about to lapse into one of her long speals about how kids shouldn't exist because they're stupid, Mrs. Weise says, "I'll do it."
THANK YOU MRS WEISE.
Um, I think that's about it. I only remember the really traumatizing stuff anyway, so anything else that happened is probably pretty okay.
More about this weekend later.