Hannah Holzwarth English Period 3 Mrs. Reshenk February 10, 2005
The Wacky Worshiped Winter of Wonder and Bewilderment Well, it was that time of the year again; the Freshman Winter Carnival was just a few hours away. Vicki, Chelsea, CJ and I had volunteered to set everything up. Colleen, Chelsea D., and Melissa D. had already brought the many, intricate pastries that they had baked for all of us to eat. I was setting them up on a table while Vicki and Chelsea attempted to hang streamers and lights from all the trees on the Milford Green. The ground had a thick, crisp, layer of snow on the ground, but CJ tried his hardest to dig a hole in the thick, frozen ground for a bonfire later on in the evening. We finished just as everyone began arriving. We had already received a call from Karen stating that she would not be attending our fabulous party because of her (1) agoraphobia, and there were just too many people there for her. Tom and Rocco had arrived extra early and unleashed their fantastic flirting abilities. Who knew they were (2) philogynists? As soon as the party started, I was in (3) euphoria. Everyone seemed to be having so much fun. Ryan and Mike Ha got into a debate about (4) euthanasia. Keith thought they were talking about Mike’s little sister and Mike told Keith that that joke was way old. After a long-winded, difficult debate, Ryan finally gave up, and left saying that he had a bad case of (5) dysentery. Ryan obviously can’t stomach a good debate like Mike Ha. Mike sure has (6) eupepsia- figuratively speaking, of course, and Ryan probably is just a (7) misologist, and can’t stand to be wrong, or even debate in general. About an hour into our little get-together, Jared decided that he wanted to hear some music, or sweet jams as some might say. Unfortunately for J-dizzle, he is (8) technologically impaired and has not quite left the era of the record. He could not, for the life him, figure out how to use the CD player. Chelsea, on the other hand, realized that she had become unable to feel her fingers. Vicki, being the lifesaver she is, called an ambulance. Vicki and I rode in the back of the ambulance with Chelsea. Her frostbite had been treated before we even arrived at the hospital. After being bombarded with papers, we left. Chelsea will, however, have to see a (9) dermatologist monthly to make sure her skin is all right. After our small ordeal at the hospital, we returned to our carnival. Everyone wanted to light the bonfire. So, we did. We all sat around in a nice circle drinking hot chocolate. All of a sudden, out peaceful mood was interrupted. The Milford police had arrived at the scene of the crime! Our wonderful city (10) criminologists are almost as good as Sherlock Holmes! The officers all knew CJ was the one who had dug the hole, just by looking at him for a few minutes. Boy, those police are nice fellows, though. They told us not to do it again, and to clean up the mess we had made. Everyone rushed off, leaving the four of us to return the Milford green to its normal, functional state.
English Period 3
Mrs. Reshenk
February 10, 2005
The Wacky Worshiped Winter of Wonder and Bewilderment
Well, it was that time of the year again; the Freshman Winter Carnival was just a few hours away. Vicki, Chelsea, CJ and I had volunteered to set everything up. Colleen, Chelsea D., and Melissa D. had already brought the many, intricate pastries that they had baked for all of us to eat. I was setting them up on a table while Vicki and Chelsea attempted to hang streamers and lights from all the trees on the Milford Green.
The ground had a thick, crisp, layer of snow on the ground, but CJ tried his hardest to dig a hole in the thick, frozen ground for a bonfire later on in the evening. We finished just as everyone began arriving. We had already received a call from Karen stating that she would not be attending our fabulous party because of her (1) agoraphobia, and there were just too many people there for her. Tom and Rocco had arrived extra early and unleashed their fantastic flirting abilities. Who knew they were (2) philogynists?
As soon as the party started, I was in (3) euphoria. Everyone seemed to be having so much fun. Ryan and Mike Ha got into a debate about (4) euthanasia. Keith thought they were talking about Mike’s little sister and Mike told Keith that that joke was way old. After a long-winded, difficult debate, Ryan finally gave up, and left saying that he had a bad case of (5) dysentery. Ryan obviously can’t stomach a good debate like Mike Ha. Mike sure has (6) eupepsia- figuratively speaking, of course, and Ryan probably is just a (7) misologist, and can’t stand to be wrong, or even debate in general.
About an hour into our little get-together, Jared decided that he wanted to hear some music, or sweet jams as some might say. Unfortunately for J-dizzle, he is (8) technologically impaired and has not quite left the era of the record. He could not, for the life him, figure out how to use the CD player.
Chelsea, on the other hand, realized that she had become unable to feel her fingers. Vicki, being the lifesaver she is, called an ambulance. Vicki and I rode in the back of the ambulance with Chelsea. Her frostbite had been treated before we even arrived at the hospital. After being bombarded with papers, we left. Chelsea will, however, have to see a (9) dermatologist monthly to make sure her skin is all right.
After our small ordeal at the hospital, we returned to our carnival. Everyone wanted to light the bonfire. So, we did. We all sat around in a nice circle drinking hot chocolate. All of a sudden, out peaceful mood was interrupted. The Milford police had arrived at the scene of the crime! Our wonderful city (10) criminologists are almost as good as Sherlock Holmes! The officers all knew CJ was the one who had dug the hole, just by looking at him for a few minutes. Boy, those police are nice fellows, though. They told us not to do it again, and to clean up the mess we had made. Everyone rushed off, leaving the four of us to return the Milford green to its normal, functional state.
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