Eggin' the Door

You remember a while back I posted a story about me plastic wrapping Ms. Mulvey's class room? Well, I may or may not have egged her door this time :)

I know what you're thinking, but no...they were paper eggs.

You see, now that I'm not in her class anymore I have the all access pass to pranks on her....and my grade wont be affected one bit.

So, after school on Wednesday Katie and I waited at school till Mulvey left for home. Once again this was quite a wait. Katie and I had to hide under a blanket as Muvley passed us in the hall. Once she was gone we went straight for her door.

The next day I went into Ms.Miller's room to ask for a band aid, which she DIDN'T have. I told her that I had egged Mulvey's door and she looked at me with concerned eyes. I then remembered to say that the eggs were paper ones. She was relieved to find that I hadn't gone too far on the pranks. During the day Mulvey asked if I was the culprit, but I was innocent of course. But at the end of the day I really needed to asked her a question about how to write an essay and before she would answer she asked if I was the vandal. Being concerned for not missing my bus ride home, I instantly said "yeah, sure it was me. Now answer my question." Now that I think of it, I must have sounded a bit pushy...but I wasn't about to miss my bus because of her, for the second time.

I have this great idea for what I'm going to do to her room on the Friday before Halloween.

Shayna Learns How to Give a Talk

I was with my buddies before YWs on Tuesday and it was Shayna's first time using the primary kid's microphone. Before she was able to use it Katie gave her a lesson on what it looked like and sounded like when kids gave their little talks.

XC Meet Number 3

Sarah finally had a Cross Country Meet at Liberty. I ,unfortunately, had to take pictures for Yearbook, so I don't have a lot of Sarah from my personal camera. But here are the few pics that I do have, Enjoy!

My back pains are the result of years of Katie insisting on being carried everywhere.

Okay, so on my way home I saw the new kid at school walking on the side of the road. He lived in the neighborhood next to me and if he was walking home than he would never get there, especially since he had know idea where he was. So I took a video of us saving him...

Friday's Game Pictures

No, my eye color is not normally white....I cant believe people actually thought that was my really eye color.

Hey, look at that amazing Yearbooker on the field of battle....yup that's me! Spirit gear and all.

My eyes are still creepin' me out.
I was freezing by the way.

We came home to a spooned house...but we quickly drove over to, who we believed to be, the culprit's house and returned the favor...turns out it was someone else.

Da' Blood Drive

Last week some girls at school came up to me and asked me if I wanted to give blood. I took the form, signed it, and forgot about it. It wasn't till Wednesday that I actually remembered and realized what I had done. The blood drive was the next day and I was flippin' out.

Thursday came and I was feeling the butterflies race in my stomach. Thursday, also, happened to be the day that my English class' student teacher was shadowing me the whole day(for college reasons.) I didn't know when I would be pulled out of class for the donation, so she had to watch me freak out all day.

Finally I was tired of waiting so I went up to the blood drive and got in line. When I told them I had been to Mexico that year, they interrogated me to make sure I dint go to any skechy places. After what felt like hours of interviewing, forms, and reading I got the first of the torture. My poor little finger had to be pricked. It wasn't as bad as I thought it would be.

I had a pass sent to my friend Shayna's class so that she could come down and hold my hand. I know I'm a wimp. I sat down to get "hooked-up" and right away I couldn't stop laughing. I tend to laugh when I am that nervous. The nurse I had was hilarious. She kept referring to me as the girl she was about to jab with a needle.

For obvious reasons, I didn't watch the needle when it was being "jabbed" into my arm. But Shayna was watching and seeing her face as it was all happening was enough. It turns out my arm decided to squirt the nurse with my blood. I filled a pint of blood in like 5 seconds. I'm a champ. I didn't even feel one bit different when I was done.

I had a great time donating blood, now I'm officially addicted to blood drives. :)

Liberty Football

I absolutely LOVE going to the Liberty Football games. Sadly, this year there are only three home games. I decided to be a super fan and take the bus to Portland for one of the games though. Being on Yearbook makes football games a little more fun now too. I think one of the things I will forever remember about my high school experience will be the fun I've had with friends at the football games.

The Portland game was Supa' fun...especially with my two buddies!

I was being a rebel that day by getting a tattoo.

Getting all Falcon Spirited was a blast.

Being on the field, with all the action, made the game amazing...but actually winning would have been nice too.

I had two of my friends draw on my legs with permanent marker. I'm very ticklish so I was laughing the whole time. The only bad thing about it was that I had to clean it off before church that Sunday.

Are The Consequences Worth Being The Favorite Teacher?

I believe there are only a couple of negatives that a well liked teacher has to undergo by the average student. But for the teacher who is...fortunate enough to have me as a "fan", well, they suffer the consequences....daily.

Last week I decided it was about that time in the school year when I needed to do some damage. It took me two days to think of what I really wanted to do to a specific teacher. I thought newspapering her door would be fun. Hmmmm, maybe I could bubble wrap her door.

I stayed up all night contemplating the perfect way to show my "friendship" towards this teacher. Some, or most, of my ideas had to be thrown away do to the consequences I would face if I dared to do them.

Finally, as I was putting Seran Wrap on dinner's left overs, the perfect Plan-of-Vandalization hit me like a truck. I nearly fell over with excitement. Seran Wrapping my teacher's door, it's perfect, so random, so me, I love it. Then I thought oh no, what if while I'm Seran Wrapping her door she comes out and catches me? I had to rethink my plan.

The next day I went into another teacher's class room, Miller, and asked if she would leave her door open for me to get from her room to Mulvey's room during lunch. I told her my plan and she agreed to "forget" to lock her door. However, Miller did have one condition: If I was to get caught, she had nothing to do with it. I said ok and my plan was set.

During lunch I went into Miller's room and waited till I heard Mulvey leave, which took forever. When she was gone I went to the wall divider and attempted to open it. Miller warned me about the difficulty in opening the wall. It took me 10 minutes of pulling on the door before I realized that I should be pushing instead. The door opened and I rushed into action.

The first thing I did was wrap Mulvey's chair. I didn't plan on it being so difficult to Seran Wrap a chair, but it was. As I went from chair to stapler then to the door, I began to get more and more worried that Mulvey might just come back in the room while I was in there. I quickened my pace. Just as I was wrapping her desk I heard a knock on the door. I froze. Because of the glare on the window I couldn't see who was at the door. I was positive that Mulvey was back and there to kill me. My heart was pounding. I prepared for Mulvey to storm in and kill me. I put on an innocent face in hopes that she might fall for the I-just-got-here-and-it-was-like-this-face. I took a better look at the door and I was relieved to see that it was just a student. I opened the door and acted like I was supposed to be in the class room without any teacher. I answered the student's question and shut the door. After the scare, I took out my camera and documented the crime scene. Even when the job was done my adrenaline was rushing. I don't know what I would have done in it was Mulvey at the door.

I went about the rest of my day using the hallways that didn't pass her room to get to my other classes (as a result I was almost late for class.) As the day drew to an end I began to expect the worst for the days to come. I knew I wouldn't be able to avoid her for the rest of the week, especially because I was supposed to get an assignment from her the next day.

Miller was entering Liberty at the same time I was the next morning. I asked her what Mulvey's reaction was. I, finally, was put to ease when Miller said that Mulvey thought it was funny.

I went into Mulvey's room and asked for the assignment. I acted like I had no recollection of what had occurred in the day before. She insisted that I was the culprit, and I persisted to plead innocent. I said "Why do you always accuse me of the things that happen to you, gosh that's not very teacher like. You should be ashamed. You're jumping to conclusions, and you don't even know if I was here yesterday. I want a Lawyer." Well, I didn't exactly say that last sentence, but if I did that would have been a slap in the face. She ended the conversation by saying "Yeah, that's right, we're in a fight!" I left the room smiling. I felt proud of my acting skills.

For all of you who watch The Office, you know about Jim putting Dwight's supplies in Jello. Yesterday, I thought it would be a good idea to put a whole apple in Jello instead of doing my homework. I had never made Jello before. I followed the directions, as much as I felt was necessary. Not thinking about the purpose of a specified amount of water for the specified amount of Jello mix, I put lots of water with a little pinch of Jello mix. I didn't want the Jello color to be too dark for the Apple to be seen. I woke up the next morning to a bowl of red water. Right then I realized my mistake and promised to never attempt Jello again.

I visited with a former teacher from Poynter this past week, and shared the Seran Wrap incident. He gave me some new ideas for what I could do next. Now all I have to do is buy a boat load of balloons.