Today, I went spelunking.
I also went Caving!
And crawling through tunnels!
And I got muddy!
Basically, I had fun.
So, this morning, I went to school, got on a bus, and took an hour-or-two bus ride to Maquoketa, IA. Then, I listened to someone who works there talk about the caves. After that, I went and spelunked. Spelunking is the sport of crawling through caves. Spelunking is fun. There was this one cave, Rainy Day cave, where I got all muddy. Muddiness is fun. But I washed off the mud.
Tomorrow, after practicing graduating, and eating lunch, I will be going to Plum Hollow and playing laser tag. And something else I can't remember. Mini golf, perhaps. There's probably other stuff, as well, but I don't know about it!
And Wednesday is graduation. At 7pm. And afterwards is a dance! Just for 8th graders! Before graduation, I am going to go get my hair and nails done. Yay I get to feel like a pretty pretty princess! And I actually have no idea whether or not the previous sentence was sarcastic or not.
That is my busy half-week.
Bye,--
Oh! I forgot something! Thursday is the last, last day of school! The quintessential twenty-minute day!
After 8:30AM Thursday, it is officially SUMMER!!!
Bye,
RJ
Monday, May 21, 2012
Friday, May 11, 2012
RJ the Me and the Very Busy Next Two Weeks
This week is was the only relatively calm week of May. Really. That relative calm ended today. Tomorrow, I will be going to my Great-Aunt MJ's for a family gathering/pool party, Sunday's Mother's Day, Monday I have an art field trip orientation. Tuesday, probably some random end-of-year stuff for school, like final assignments and such. Same for Wednesday-Friday. Saturday, the actual art field trip. Sunday, a detassling meeting. Next Monday, there is a field trip to the Maquoketa Caves, Tuesday, a trip to Plum Hollow, Wednesday is 8th grade graduation. Next Thursday is the last day of school, dismissing at 8:30.
Things I learned this week:
Remember Mrs. Wayne from MathCounts? All those (3) months ago? Well, during computers class, I heard that when she and her husband go biking, her husband doesn't wear underwear. He wears biking shorts. With butt padding.
Totally unnecessary information, I know. Oh, this post was sponsored by absolutely nobody! Really, I have no sponsors. Just Brownie and a psychotic hobo who doesn't actually exist. But Brownie exists. He's sitting right in front of the keyboard! I took a picture and sent it to my email, and will add it soon. The picture, not my email!
And that, my readers, is the marvelous Brownie. I kinda want to give him a job on the blog.
Jobs on the blog - Person who does said job
Writer - RJ
Editor - RJ
Tech Producer - RJ
Mascot - *open*
Everything else - RJ
Brownie shall be our mascot! Now to use him as a Facebook page profile picture!
Now to go explore the interwebs. I shall have so much fun!
Bye,
RJ
Things I learned this week:
Remember Mrs. Wayne from MathCounts? All those (3) months ago? Well, during computers class, I heard that when she and her husband go biking, her husband doesn't wear underwear. He wears biking shorts. With butt padding.
Totally unnecessary information, I know. Oh, this post was sponsored by absolutely nobody! Really, I have no sponsors. Just Brownie and a psychotic hobo who doesn't actually exist. But Brownie exists. He's sitting right in front of the keyboard! I took a picture and sent it to my email, and will add it soon. The picture, not my email!
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| Brownie. In front of the keyboard. |
Jobs on the blog - Person who does said job
Writer - RJ
Editor - RJ
Tech Producer - RJ
Mascot - *open*
Everything else - RJ
Brownie shall be our mascot! Now to use him as a Facebook page profile picture!
Now to go explore the interwebs. I shall have so much fun!
Bye,
RJ
Saturday, May 5, 2012
Art Teachers Who Eat Pizza
Today, I went to the Art Show at the junior high. And I saw Mr. Bonneur, the art teacher. And had pizza with him. Like really, I had pizza with Mr. Bonneur.
This is (kind of) how the pre-pizza conversation went:
Mr. B: Are you hungry?
Me: A bit...
Mr. B: I'm gonna go have a slice of pizza. You can have one, too.
Me: Okay!
*I follow Mr. B up the ramp and through the gatey-thingy.*
Mr. B: What kind of pizza do you like?
Me: What do you have?
Mr. B: Cheese, pepperoni, sausage, and saugase and mushroom.
Me: I like cheese pizza.
Mr. B: Okay.
*We get to art room, Mr. B gets out leftover pizza, can't find a slice of cheese.*
Mr. B: I got pepperoni. No cheese, though.
Me: I don't mind pepperoni.
Mr. B: You want two slices?
Me: One's good.
Mr. B: You like it warm?
Me: Yeah.
Mr. B: I have a microwave. A suggestion: Put two paper towels over it and cook it for 45 seconds.
Me: Okay.
*I do as told while Mr. B picks out his own slice of pizza.*
Mr. B: I have soda in the fridge.
**I will tell you how cool the art room is after pizza details.**
And, after our pizza eating, we go back down to the art show and Mr. B does his art show managing.
About half an hour later, Mr. Nesti shows up.
For those of you who do not know Mr. Nesti, I will give you a brief "introduction" to him.
For those of you who do know Mr. Nesti, ignore the following:
Mr. Nesti was the MJHS art teacher from like 1973 to 2011. That's right, he taught for 38 years. THIRTY-EIGHT. And he's FREAKING AWESOME! He taught my mom, he taught me, and he taught various other people in between.
(And yes, Mom, I hyperlinked to your blog in my blog.)
So, in one day, I saw two art teachers who have eaten pizza in my presence.
Mr. Nesti (pizza at Giordano's(Chicago pizza place serving REAL Chicago-style deep-dish pizza) on my first Nesti-art-trip.)
Mr. Bonneur (pizza with me in room 11 (art room at MJHS) today.)
And, I volunteered to help with after-art-show stuff tomorrow. Aren't I awesome?
Now for art room awesomeness!
The art room has:
Plastic tubs full of odd items *to list later*
Prismacolor colored pencils (the best)
Four sets of sinks
A mini-kitchen in the back (coffee machine, microwave, minifridge)
A lot of the best art equipment that our (not so wealthy!) school district can buy *more info on "a lot" later*
And a whole bunch of other cool stuff.
Examples of plastic tub contents:
Barbie doll pieces (heads, arms, legs, etc.)
Yarn
Ribbons
Old toys
More info on "A lot":
In January, a pipe in the school froze and burst, flooding part of the school and damaging some of the art equipment (I think Mr. B said something like $16,000. Or sixty. Thousand. Or six thousand. Somewhere in the thousands!), along with some finished pieces, and like three kids' stuff(their lockers were right under the water flow).
Yeah. That's not good. We used to have *ALL* the best art equipment our district could buy, but some-number-in-the-thousands-that-has-a-six-in-it-but-not-hundred-thousands-dollars of it was destroyed by the flood.
Ash has food in her backpack. WTW??? (what the what???)
Bye,
RJ
This is (kind of) how the pre-pizza conversation went:
Mr. B: Are you hungry?
Me: A bit...
Mr. B: I'm gonna go have a slice of pizza. You can have one, too.
Me: Okay!
*I follow Mr. B up the ramp and through the gatey-thingy.*
Mr. B: What kind of pizza do you like?
Me: What do you have?
Mr. B: Cheese, pepperoni, sausage, and saugase and mushroom.
Me: I like cheese pizza.
Mr. B: Okay.
*We get to art room, Mr. B gets out leftover pizza, can't find a slice of cheese.*
Mr. B: I got pepperoni. No cheese, though.
Me: I don't mind pepperoni.
Mr. B: You want two slices?
Me: One's good.
Mr. B: You like it warm?
Me: Yeah.
Mr. B: I have a microwave. A suggestion: Put two paper towels over it and cook it for 45 seconds.
Me: Okay.
*I do as told while Mr. B picks out his own slice of pizza.*
Mr. B: I have soda in the fridge.
**I will tell you how cool the art room is after pizza details.**
And, after our pizza eating, we go back down to the art show and Mr. B does his art show managing.
About half an hour later, Mr. Nesti shows up.
For those of you who do not know Mr. Nesti, I will give you a brief "introduction" to him.
For those of you who do know Mr. Nesti, ignore the following:
Mr. Nesti was the MJHS art teacher from like 1973 to 2011. That's right, he taught for 38 years. THIRTY-EIGHT. And he's FREAKING AWESOME! He taught my mom, he taught me, and he taught various other people in between.
(And yes, Mom, I hyperlinked to your blog in my blog.)
So, in one day, I saw two art teachers who have eaten pizza in my presence.
Mr. Nesti (pizza at Giordano's(Chicago pizza place serving REAL Chicago-style deep-dish pizza) on my first Nesti-art-trip.)
Mr. Bonneur (pizza with me in room 11 (art room at MJHS) today.)
And, I volunteered to help with after-art-show stuff tomorrow. Aren't I awesome?
Now for art room awesomeness!
The art room has:
Plastic tubs full of odd items *to list later*
Prismacolor colored pencils (the best)
Four sets of sinks
A mini-kitchen in the back (coffee machine, microwave, minifridge)
A lot of the best art equipment that our (not so wealthy!) school district can buy *more info on "a lot" later*
And a whole bunch of other cool stuff.
Examples of plastic tub contents:
Barbie doll pieces (heads, arms, legs, etc.)
Yarn
Ribbons
Old toys
More info on "A lot":
In January, a pipe in the school froze and burst, flooding part of the school and damaging some of the art equipment (I think Mr. B said something like $16,000. Or sixty. Thousand. Or six thousand. Somewhere in the thousands!), along with some finished pieces, and like three kids' stuff(their lockers were right under the water flow).
Yeah. That's not good. We used to have *ALL* the best art equipment our district could buy, but some-number-in-the-thousands-that-has-a-six-in-it-but-not-hundred-thousands-dollars of it was destroyed by the flood.
Ash has food in her backpack. WTW??? (what the what???)
Bye,
RJ
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