I like to blog write in public; it gives me some great content for a post and it provides a hilarious distraction for my brain which tends to over think when it's trying to write.
Take this joke, for instance: (a boy around the age of twelve just told it to his sister)
How do you get a plumber to cry?
Kill his family.
HAHA, what in the world?! It's a crappy joke, I know, but hilarious coming from the mouth of a child... he was dead serious. (ha, DEAD serious. Get it?)
Okay, corniness over. For the most part. ;)
Side note: a little Asian girl just splashed her nasty cow juice on my bag. Ew.
It looks like it's that time of year again... child pedestrians, glove-wearing traffic controllers, and crazy parent drivers are on the loose. I was lucky enough to get off early today from work. Our doctor only works half a day on Wednesdays so I got to leave at 1 while the other tech had to stay the rest of the day. Anyway, after I showered and stuff at home, I went out to run some errands. On the way to the mall area, I ran into a school zone or two. I think that school traffic is the most annoying traffic... there are all of these little bodies you've got to watch out for and these old ladies tell you when you can and cannot go. I don't like being told how to drive. Bleh.
Now, I am sitting in Barnes and Noble writing this post, people watching, and looking at the book version of this. Hilarious.
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Wednesday, August 10, 2011
Thursday, March 24, 2011
The Wonder Years: First Grade
It was '95, I was 6 years old, and I had Mrs. Brasco as a teacher. It was the year of many firsts: First grade, first time I had my own desk, first year I wore glasses, and the first (and last!) time I got in trouble.
Back then, I thought those ugly, round glasses would be the death of me. For a few weeks, I would walk into class without my extra pair of eyes on and hide them in my desk. Only when I really needed them would I put them on my face... when we had to look at something far away (i.e. a movie on the television, writing on the chalk board, etc.). Eventually, I kept them on all day because I just couldn't see. Seriously, those glasses were awful. If I had a picture on my computer, I would show you.
Unfairly, I had to move a card once for talking. But honestly, I wasn't the one talking. Someone at my table kept trying to talk to me so I told him to be quiet and the teacher caught me telling him to do so. I was the only one who got in trouble. I was so upset that I cried in the bathroom. When the teacher came to check on me, I had made myself so sick that she had to call my mom to come get me. How embarrassing, I know. But that incident scarred me so bad that I never got caught talking again. I made sure of it.
We had a "class bear" that sat in his chair all week until Friday when the teacher drew a name and that kid got to take him home for the weekend. We had to write down everything that we did together and read it to the class the following Monday. I remember that he was a polar bear and so cute! Everyone always wished that it would be their turn to take him home, it was a special privelage.
We had a one person restroom in the back of the class. I was in there one day sitting on the toilet, and apparently, I didn't lock the door. A girl walked in, looked at me for a second, and walked back out. Another embarrassing moment got the best of me. After that, I tried not to use the bathroom unless it was vital; I didn't want another opportunity for that to happen.
I am pretty sure this is the year I started softball... tee-ball, rather. I remember playing "pitcher" a lot of the time. I didn't like that; I was too close to the batter, leaving me defenseless if the ball was hit in a line drive (ha, right... at that age?) at me... I hadn't gotten used to the game enough for that kind of responsibility. I was in the process of learning to catch, hit off of a tee, and hit a pitched ball. Blakeley was on the team with me and her dad was either one of the coaches or just helped out a lot. I was throwing and catching with him one practice and was doing so well until a ball he threw to me missed my glove and hit my nose. It bled pretty badly and I can remember him using his shirt tail to wipe the blood from my face. I think it scared him more than it actually hurt or scared me. I am pretty sure after that incident, I was less afraid of getting hit and actually put forth more effort to be a good player. So thank you, Mr. Bill! ;)
There used to be a bump on my cheek that had cause my mom to take me to the doctor. I am still not sure what it was, but it was something that had to be removed. I remember when I had it removed, I was told to keep a bandage on it and to not touch it or green would ooze out. That made me paranoid. I would be so careful not to touch it. One day at school, we were lined up outside of our classroom and a girl asked me if she could just see that spot. I took the bandage off for her to see and she took it upon herself to touch it! I freaked out and told her not to do that... that it was going to ooze green stuff now. (I don't think it ever did.) I checked it for the rest of the day, worsening my paranoia.
That year, I also had a terrible eye injury. Blakeley, Austin, my siblings, and I were piled into my mom's van coming back from somewhere when we stopped at McDonald's for dinner. We went through the drive thru so as my mom was handed our drinks, they were passed out to us. I was in the backseat, window to my left and Blakeley to my right. I put my straw through the lid and saw that Blake was having trouble with hers. So she could get it through successfully, she was going to jab the straw in. She reared back her arm, straw in hand and I saw that straw come straight into my eye. If this was a movie, it would have been in slow motion. That is how I saw it coming towards me. I don't remember much of what happened after that until I was at my doctor's office the next morning. Dr. Pilcher had me lay back on that cold, paper covered bed and he put drops in my eye. At the time, it felt like the end of the world and my eye had been pulled out of my head by straw extraction. The doctor put an eye patch on my new injury and told me I had to wear it for a few days. An eyepatch. Like a pirate. Needless to say, I didn't have to go to school that day... for class anyways. Mom let me go to the school to help her sell ice cream. It was always so much fun when we got to sit in that little room in the butterfly garden and sell ice cream. Parents took turns selling every Friday. After selling the ice cream, we went to visit my class so Mom could talk to Mrs. Brasco. I was nervous to go in the classroom because of my new pirate look, but when I walked in, the kids were very intrigued, and dare I say, even a little jealous. That experience turned out to be quite alright, as good as having a straw injected into your eye can go.
Can't remember anymore stories at the moment. If I think of another, I'll tell you in a future post.
Movies seen in theater: 12
DvDs bought: 52
Back then, I thought those ugly, round glasses would be the death of me. For a few weeks, I would walk into class without my extra pair of eyes on and hide them in my desk. Only when I really needed them would I put them on my face... when we had to look at something far away (i.e. a movie on the television, writing on the chalk board, etc.). Eventually, I kept them on all day because I just couldn't see. Seriously, those glasses were awful. If I had a picture on my computer, I would show you.
Unfairly, I had to move a card once for talking. But honestly, I wasn't the one talking. Someone at my table kept trying to talk to me so I told him to be quiet and the teacher caught me telling him to do so. I was the only one who got in trouble. I was so upset that I cried in the bathroom. When the teacher came to check on me, I had made myself so sick that she had to call my mom to come get me. How embarrassing, I know. But that incident scarred me so bad that I never got caught talking again. I made sure of it.
We had a "class bear" that sat in his chair all week until Friday when the teacher drew a name and that kid got to take him home for the weekend. We had to write down everything that we did together and read it to the class the following Monday. I remember that he was a polar bear and so cute! Everyone always wished that it would be their turn to take him home, it was a special privelage.
We had a one person restroom in the back of the class. I was in there one day sitting on the toilet, and apparently, I didn't lock the door. A girl walked in, looked at me for a second, and walked back out. Another embarrassing moment got the best of me. After that, I tried not to use the bathroom unless it was vital; I didn't want another opportunity for that to happen.
I am pretty sure this is the year I started softball... tee-ball, rather. I remember playing "pitcher" a lot of the time. I didn't like that; I was too close to the batter, leaving me defenseless if the ball was hit in a line drive (ha, right... at that age?) at me... I hadn't gotten used to the game enough for that kind of responsibility. I was in the process of learning to catch, hit off of a tee, and hit a pitched ball. Blakeley was on the team with me and her dad was either one of the coaches or just helped out a lot. I was throwing and catching with him one practice and was doing so well until a ball he threw to me missed my glove and hit my nose. It bled pretty badly and I can remember him using his shirt tail to wipe the blood from my face. I think it scared him more than it actually hurt or scared me. I am pretty sure after that incident, I was less afraid of getting hit and actually put forth more effort to be a good player. So thank you, Mr. Bill! ;)
There used to be a bump on my cheek that had cause my mom to take me to the doctor. I am still not sure what it was, but it was something that had to be removed. I remember when I had it removed, I was told to keep a bandage on it and to not touch it or green would ooze out. That made me paranoid. I would be so careful not to touch it. One day at school, we were lined up outside of our classroom and a girl asked me if she could just see that spot. I took the bandage off for her to see and she took it upon herself to touch it! I freaked out and told her not to do that... that it was going to ooze green stuff now. (I don't think it ever did.) I checked it for the rest of the day, worsening my paranoia.
That year, I also had a terrible eye injury. Blakeley, Austin, my siblings, and I were piled into my mom's van coming back from somewhere when we stopped at McDonald's for dinner. We went through the drive thru so as my mom was handed our drinks, they were passed out to us. I was in the backseat, window to my left and Blakeley to my right. I put my straw through the lid and saw that Blake was having trouble with hers. So she could get it through successfully, she was going to jab the straw in. She reared back her arm, straw in hand and I saw that straw come straight into my eye. If this was a movie, it would have been in slow motion. That is how I saw it coming towards me. I don't remember much of what happened after that until I was at my doctor's office the next morning. Dr. Pilcher had me lay back on that cold, paper covered bed and he put drops in my eye. At the time, it felt like the end of the world and my eye had been pulled out of my head by straw extraction. The doctor put an eye patch on my new injury and told me I had to wear it for a few days. An eyepatch. Like a pirate. Needless to say, I didn't have to go to school that day... for class anyways. Mom let me go to the school to help her sell ice cream. It was always so much fun when we got to sit in that little room in the butterfly garden and sell ice cream. Parents took turns selling every Friday. After selling the ice cream, we went to visit my class so Mom could talk to Mrs. Brasco. I was nervous to go in the classroom because of my new pirate look, but when I walked in, the kids were very intrigued, and dare I say, even a little jealous. That experience turned out to be quite alright, as good as having a straw injected into your eye can go.
Can't remember anymore stories at the moment. If I think of another, I'll tell you in a future post.
Movies seen in theater: 12
DvDs bought: 52
Wednesday, March 09, 2011
The Wonder Years: Kindergarten.
It was 1994 when the 5 year old Cassie started Kindergarten. This is the point I really start having cognitive memories.
I went to Belvedere Elementary for grades K-5. Mrs. Burgess was my Kindergarten teacher and I was in her afternoon class. (We didn't go a full day.)
I started riding the bus to school. A boy who lived in my neighborhood came over to my house every morning to get on the bus with me. We never sat together because you know, boys had cooties. He did, however, sit in the seat across the aisle from me. One morning, I looked over at him right as he stuck his finger up his nose. Even though it was gross, it was one of those things you can't look away from. So I then watched him dig out a booger, look at it for about three seconds, and bite it off of his finger with his teeth. It was a truly disgusting moment.
My teacher taught us the days of the week and the months of the year through song. I remember sitting on the floor facing the chalkboard corner the first time we heard the song. She had posters above the chalkboard with the names of the days and months on it. Mrs. Burgess would point to the corresponding word when we sang it out. I still remember the song.
For some reason, all of my memories from actually being in the classroom are very dark; not scary or evil, dark as in there was very little light. I am not sure why it was this way, but that is a major description for every classroom story I have. Weird. Maybe it was the beginning of the downfall of my eyesight. It's quite possible.
This is the year I was introduced to the punishment system that hangs on the wall. I believe it was an apple with our name on it that we had to move if we got in trouble. And no, I never had to move my apple. I was terrified to get in trouble so I, of course, stayed quiet and well behaved.
I remember my first fire drill at the school. We had just come in from playing outside and were in line to wash our hands. The teacher's aid squirted liquid soap into my hands and as soon as I had begun to lather it up, the alarm went off. We were immediately lined up and led out of our back door onto the playground by the fence. I just stood there looking at my hands and the drying, sticky soap on them and thought to myself how gross it felt. I wanted so badly to get my hands under some running water. We were out there for quite a while so when we finally went back in, my hands had a thick coat of now dirty and waxy soap.
We had a small "library" in our room, which I loved. During free time, I would always read (or pretend to read) a book. Our teacher even allowed us to check out a book if we wanted to take it home. One day, I checked out Casey at the Bat and took it home with me. I somehow went weeks without bringing it back in. Mrs. Burgess never asked me about it even though my name was written down on her "books checked out" list. Finally, it was the end of the school year and I still had Casey at the Bat sitting in my room. To this day, I have never given it back.
Now, during these Wonder Years posts, I may not be able to remember the specific year for a particular event or whatever I happen to be talking about, so I will probably throw in things that happened around that particular phase in my life.
With that said, I must confess that Winnie the Pooh was my absolute favorite thing in the world when I was little. I started collecting stuffed animals before I can even remember. I seriously have tons of Pooh Bears... they are sitting in a bag in the basement at my house right now. I even have this one bear that is huge.. bigger than I was when I got him; he was a gift from my Nana and Pawpaw. I usually don't like to play favorites, but I have two bears that were always my favorite (I even gave them nicknames): my very first Pooh Bear was nicknamed Tiger Lily (like the indian girl from Peter Pan) and my other favorite was nicknamed Rough (because he infact was rougher in texture than the others). This all probably sounds silly to you, but Pooh was a big part of my childhood. I would watch the cartoon when I could, and I would play the part of Pooh while Ash was Tigger and Blakeley was Piglet. My collection of Poohs would be my audience when I needed one and my children when I played "house". I had some good times with the little guy.
Movies seen in theater: 10
DvDs bought: 47
I went to Belvedere Elementary for grades K-5. Mrs. Burgess was my Kindergarten teacher and I was in her afternoon class. (We didn't go a full day.)
I started riding the bus to school. A boy who lived in my neighborhood came over to my house every morning to get on the bus with me. We never sat together because you know, boys had cooties. He did, however, sit in the seat across the aisle from me. One morning, I looked over at him right as he stuck his finger up his nose. Even though it was gross, it was one of those things you can't look away from. So I then watched him dig out a booger, look at it for about three seconds, and bite it off of his finger with his teeth. It was a truly disgusting moment.
My teacher taught us the days of the week and the months of the year through song. I remember sitting on the floor facing the chalkboard corner the first time we heard the song. She had posters above the chalkboard with the names of the days and months on it. Mrs. Burgess would point to the corresponding word when we sang it out. I still remember the song.
For some reason, all of my memories from actually being in the classroom are very dark; not scary or evil, dark as in there was very little light. I am not sure why it was this way, but that is a major description for every classroom story I have. Weird. Maybe it was the beginning of the downfall of my eyesight. It's quite possible.
This is the year I was introduced to the punishment system that hangs on the wall. I believe it was an apple with our name on it that we had to move if we got in trouble. And no, I never had to move my apple. I was terrified to get in trouble so I, of course, stayed quiet and well behaved.
I remember my first fire drill at the school. We had just come in from playing outside and were in line to wash our hands. The teacher's aid squirted liquid soap into my hands and as soon as I had begun to lather it up, the alarm went off. We were immediately lined up and led out of our back door onto the playground by the fence. I just stood there looking at my hands and the drying, sticky soap on them and thought to myself how gross it felt. I wanted so badly to get my hands under some running water. We were out there for quite a while so when we finally went back in, my hands had a thick coat of now dirty and waxy soap.
We had a small "library" in our room, which I loved. During free time, I would always read (or pretend to read) a book. Our teacher even allowed us to check out a book if we wanted to take it home. One day, I checked out Casey at the Bat and took it home with me. I somehow went weeks without bringing it back in. Mrs. Burgess never asked me about it even though my name was written down on her "books checked out" list. Finally, it was the end of the school year and I still had Casey at the Bat sitting in my room. To this day, I have never given it back.
Now, during these Wonder Years posts, I may not be able to remember the specific year for a particular event or whatever I happen to be talking about, so I will probably throw in things that happened around that particular phase in my life.
With that said, I must confess that Winnie the Pooh was my absolute favorite thing in the world when I was little. I started collecting stuffed animals before I can even remember. I seriously have tons of Pooh Bears... they are sitting in a bag in the basement at my house right now. I even have this one bear that is huge.. bigger than I was when I got him; he was a gift from my Nana and Pawpaw. I usually don't like to play favorites, but I have two bears that were always my favorite (I even gave them nicknames): my very first Pooh Bear was nicknamed Tiger Lily (like the indian girl from Peter Pan) and my other favorite was nicknamed Rough (because he infact was rougher in texture than the others). This all probably sounds silly to you, but Pooh was a big part of my childhood. I would watch the cartoon when I could, and I would play the part of Pooh while Ash was Tigger and Blakeley was Piglet. My collection of Poohs would be my audience when I needed one and my children when I played "house". I had some good times with the little guy.
Movies seen in theater: 10
DvDs bought: 47
Monday, February 21, 2011
The Wonder Years: Preschool.
This is the first in a series I have decided to write. I have an awful memory so I want to document as many important/funny/(ir)relevant memories as I can. I am going to attempt to recollect memories as far back as I can remember and start with Preschool. We'll see how long (or short!) this post ends up being...
I was 4 years old in 1993 when I started Preschool. I went to North Augusta First Baptist and I distinctly remember walking that same hall everyday to my classroom. That is probably my most vivid memory of Preschool. Mom always walked me inside and held my hand. I can also remember the way the room was set up. We had different "stations" of playthings. One area had a kitchen with supplies, one area was a colorful rug, and one area had building blocks inside of cubbies and bins. We were broken up in groups and were allotted a certain amount of time in one area then had to switch to the next one.
There were also several small tables where we sat and ate at snack time. The kitchen area (for the adults) was very small and the cabinets were painted blue I think. Before we ate our snack, we said a blessing resembling "God is great, God is good; Let us thank Him for our food; By His hands, we all are fed; Give us Lord, our daily bread; Amen."
There is one specific event that I can remember, though. It may be partly because we have it on tape but also parlty because I got to be my favorite Disney Princess. For Halloween, we were allowed to dress up and I went as Belle from Beauty and the Beast. I wore her yellow ball gown and crown. I remember thinking what a big deal it was that I was Belle, I really did feel like a princess that day.
I actually have a picture from Halloween that year hanging up on my memory board. I was Belle, Ash was Jasmine, Cody was Aladdin, Brandy was a Hershey Kiss, Blakeley was Minnie Mouse, and Austin was Winnie the Pooh (so cute!).
Growing up with those I have just listed was the best thing that could have ever happened to me. To this day, we are all still the best of friends. I can't wait to share with you all of our fun little stories from our formative years... they make me smile. :)
Movies seen in theaters: 6
DvDs bought: 40
I was 4 years old in 1993 when I started Preschool. I went to North Augusta First Baptist and I distinctly remember walking that same hall everyday to my classroom. That is probably my most vivid memory of Preschool. Mom always walked me inside and held my hand. I can also remember the way the room was set up. We had different "stations" of playthings. One area had a kitchen with supplies, one area was a colorful rug, and one area had building blocks inside of cubbies and bins. We were broken up in groups and were allotted a certain amount of time in one area then had to switch to the next one.
There were also several small tables where we sat and ate at snack time. The kitchen area (for the adults) was very small and the cabinets were painted blue I think. Before we ate our snack, we said a blessing resembling "God is great, God is good; Let us thank Him for our food; By His hands, we all are fed; Give us Lord, our daily bread; Amen."
There is one specific event that I can remember, though. It may be partly because we have it on tape but also parlty because I got to be my favorite Disney Princess. For Halloween, we were allowed to dress up and I went as Belle from Beauty and the Beast. I wore her yellow ball gown and crown. I remember thinking what a big deal it was that I was Belle, I really did feel like a princess that day.
I actually have a picture from Halloween that year hanging up on my memory board. I was Belle, Ash was Jasmine, Cody was Aladdin, Brandy was a Hershey Kiss, Blakeley was Minnie Mouse, and Austin was Winnie the Pooh (so cute!).
Growing up with those I have just listed was the best thing that could have ever happened to me. To this day, we are all still the best of friends. I can't wait to share with you all of our fun little stories from our formative years... they make me smile. :)
Movies seen in theaters: 6
DvDs bought: 40
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