the shore plague and recent events
I have the Shore plague. Half the school is out sick. I am in that part of the fraction. The end.
A lot of interesting things have happened lately. On Monday I skipped off last period with Katie to have a picnic at the wharf with Jessie. We invented a dish called Smartie encrusted banana. [take one thick banana; jab it full of smarties; bon appetit] Then we stripped down to our underwear and ran screaming into the cold ocean. The sun was bright but somehow distant, and as I ran into the freezing salt water my body erupted into goosebumps. A man across the street was attracted to our exclamations of cold as we huddled together in the water.
"Are you crazy?!" he yelled.
A pause.
"Yeah!" we called back all at once.
The echoing giggles of his tiny daughter, a youngster in a pink jumper, travelled right across the street. Motivated, we counted to a rambunctious three! and dunked our faces in the ocean. Then ran out onto the sand, onto the memories of minutes before when we were dry and warm.
Later we went to Jessie's and spent the night there. I've missed her a lot, and her ridiculous trampoline overlooking the ocean, too. Have you ever ran out into the dark barefoot, almost tripping as your feet pounded across damp grass until you flopped onto a trampoline and started to woozily jump while staring up into the heavens, up at all those stars? Then when you feel like you can't jump while looking up one more time without falling over- you look down and see the outlines of waves in the dark night ocean.
Yesterday, I went to the opening gala of Viewfinders, where the rough cut of footage from Serbia we've put together was screened. It was great times; I gave out hugs all over the place. Almost all of the Students for Teaching Peace were together again for the first time since we got back, and that was just incredibly cool.
And now, like I said, I have the Shore plague. Which involved a jerkface of a headache and lots of reading under nine comforters give-or-take-a-few. Which isn't so bad, really!
A lot of interesting things have happened lately. On Monday I skipped off last period with Katie to have a picnic at the wharf with Jessie. We invented a dish called Smartie encrusted banana. [take one thick banana; jab it full of smarties; bon appetit] Then we stripped down to our underwear and ran screaming into the cold ocean. The sun was bright but somehow distant, and as I ran into the freezing salt water my body erupted into goosebumps. A man across the street was attracted to our exclamations of cold as we huddled together in the water.
"Are you crazy?!" he yelled.
A pause.
"Yeah!" we called back all at once.
The echoing giggles of his tiny daughter, a youngster in a pink jumper, travelled right across the street. Motivated, we counted to a rambunctious three! and dunked our faces in the ocean. Then ran out onto the sand, onto the memories of minutes before when we were dry and warm.
Later we went to Jessie's and spent the night there. I've missed her a lot, and her ridiculous trampoline overlooking the ocean, too. Have you ever ran out into the dark barefoot, almost tripping as your feet pounded across damp grass until you flopped onto a trampoline and started to woozily jump while staring up into the heavens, up at all those stars? Then when you feel like you can't jump while looking up one more time without falling over- you look down and see the outlines of waves in the dark night ocean.
Yesterday, I went to the opening gala of Viewfinders, where the rough cut of footage from Serbia we've put together was screened. It was great times; I gave out hugs all over the place. Almost all of the Students for Teaching Peace were together again for the first time since we got back, and that was just incredibly cool.
And now, like I said, I have the Shore plague. Which involved a jerkface of a headache and lots of reading under nine comforters give-or-take-a-few. Which isn't so bad, really!