Chronicles of 7th Grade, week 11
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dmxratedThe previous week marked the end of the first quarter of the school year, and this week marks the beginning of the second quarter. Also worth noting, is that Sunday of this week marks the first of two pre-Summer Camp appearances of Anna Mackenzie, the girl I was obsessed with back then.
November 8, 1998 (Sunday)
Today, Grandma Ella came with us to Sunday School for the Veteran’s Day Parade. After Sunday School, we walked down the sidewalk to see the parade. We saw a whole lot of crows in someone’s yard on the other side of the street.
Anna was in the parade, and said “Oh, I know you” when she passed us. I also saw Jonathan. Soon, we walked down to the fire department where everyone was going, and then listened to someone speaking. While he was talking, I quietly asked Brian “Which one’s Anna?” He told me to be quiet. When the man was done talking, we went into the fire department, and I had a few cookies from the counter.
When we got home, I wrote “A Bible School Story.” After I finished, I started doing my homework. For lunch, I made a grilled cheese, and Mom showed me again how to make one, but I remembered some of the steps.
So far, I've made several references to A Bible School Story, and I probably should have explained that. Well, first off, during the previous summer in real life, we went to summer camp for three weeks at the Yaphank Presbyterian Church, and then went there another week for Bible School. Not a whole lot to say about my real experiences with it.
The story version that I wrote goes like this: Our group sings a few songs with Pastor Ralph, we go into the church for art, Ms. Smalle* reads us the first chapter from Ms. Leah's Bible Stories for Children, she then asks for our names, she then gives us something to create, everyone (except me) complains that the glue stinks, some other stuff happens, we then leave art and go for a nature hike to Mount Unstoppable, we all get separated and have to find one another, and we finally regroup. Not exactly much of a story.
*Ms. Smalle was not the actual bible teacher that we had. I only chose her because of the rubber cream glue factor.
Our group in the real Bible School differed somewhat from that from A Bible School Story. I'll list the kids in the latter version of the group later.
November 9, 1998 (Monday)
After school, I had an orthodontic appointment. While I was at the orthodontist, I saw a magazine with a man with a trake on the cover. I showed it to Mom. She told me that that man was in a horseriding accident.
After we left the orthodontist, we went somewhere (can’t remember where). On the way home, Mom couldn’t get the car started, so she had to call Dad to come over. I went home with Dad in his truck. I was talking to myself and saying “I’m gonna kick your ass.” Dad heard me, and he’s like “You know, I’m gonna pack my stuff up and go. It’s just shame and embarrassment.” He continued ranting.
While I was doing my homework, I heard Mom and Dad talking. I thought it might’ve had something to do with Dad leaving, so I asked Mom if it did.
“He’s afraid you might be leaving,” Mom told Dad after I asked her.
“Good,” Dad said.
A few minutes later, Dad wasn’t so mad anymore, and he told me “It’s hormones. Hormones are what prepare us for fights.”
November 10, 1998 (Tuesday)
Today, Mrs. B. was absent, so I had Ms. Michelle for the beginning of the day. During AIP, she gave me a searchword puzzle, but I wrote a bunch of crap on it instead. After AIP, Janus stayed with me.
At Lunch, I checked to see if someone took the piece of paper or if it was still there. It was still there. After I ate my lunch, I showed it to Janus while I put my lunchbox away. I looked at it when I came back, and while I was looking at it, she took it from me. I tried taking it from her, but she just kept it behind her back. She crumpled it up and threw it out. On the way to 6th period, I tried ditching her, but she held on to my backpack, but I shook her off. Before Gym, I told her she can either make another one or have a good life off.
“I’m always nice to you,” she said. “You’re the one who’s mad at me for no reason.”
After Gym, I just said “I wish you a good life off.”
At home, I told my parents “Someone wrote something, and I picked it up, and she took it from me because it had curses on it, and she threw it out, and I told her I wish her a good life off.” Dad’s like “Think about how rude you were to her.” I wrote another piece of paper with the same stuff on it. Mom came to see how my homework was doing, and she saw what I was doing, and I hid it under the table, and she’s like “Wait. Aren’t those things that you write? Chicken fricken…”
Today at Group, I talked about that day Libby asked me if I wanted to go out with her. After that, Josh talked about something he did in Science.
“Me and my partner were doing this activity where we had to eat a chicken liver. Color: red. He didn’t want to eat it, so I ate it for him.”
November 11, 1998 (Wednesday; Veteran’s Day)
Today, we had no school. While I was playing Super Mario World, James came over, and he brought Goldeneye with him. Brian and James wanted to play, so they battled me in Starfox 64. I was about to lose, so I just let them play anyway. Brian and James played Goldeneye while I went outside to wander. I thought about a game where all the kids in “A Bible School Story” were at the church, and they were armed with paintball guns, and they were shooting eachother down.
Later, I came back inside, and I battled them in Goldeneye. While we were battling, Brian told James “Just collect ammo unless Eric’s shooting at you.” Soon, I battled them in Starfox 64, and I was losing again, but this time, I just took over the Nintendo by force. I started playing Super Mario World. Brian told James “You know what the problem is with Mario? He’s this tiny midget guy who can jump over buildings, and he eats a mushroom and grows up, and he can still jump buildings.” Later, James went home while I was still playing. Brian’s like “Horrible graphics.” Trees with eyes,…” I’m like “No, those are great graphics, and I mean it, and that’s the end of it.” I soon turned the game off, though, and he then played Starfox 64.
November 12, 1998 (Thursday)
Today, before 7th period, I apologized to Janus for last Tuesday.
During Music, we were playing this Jeopardy game, and Ms. Haft’s like “This is not for a $500 car waiting out in the parking lot, this is just for fun.” Brandon laughed at someone for answering something wrong, so after he answered something, I pushed him a little bit, and then he pushed me back. I thanked him.
Tonight on Show Me the Funny, someone on some video was saying something, and he said “what the dickens.” I mimicked him, and Dad came in through the basement, and he heard me, and he thought I said “dick,” and he’s like “Hey!” I told him I said “dickens,” and he’s like “Oh.”
Tonight, we had stew once again.
November 13, 1998 (Friday)
Tonight, Mom took Brian and Marie to 5th Grade Feud. Before they left, I asked Mom if Anna was gonna be there. She said no.
While they were gone, Dad was doing something in the basement, and I was playing Super Mario World. Dad had this CD playing, and it was some really corny music. I couldn’t hear the music on my game while it was playing. I turned it down, and Dad’s like “Eric, are you turning that down?” I then turned it way up, and I’m like “No, I was turning it up.”
“Please leave it alone,” he told me.
Later, I came down to the basement and asked him “Why do we have to listen to that corny music?”
“Good question. I think it’s pretty corny myself, but it brings back times when people used to like it. Later, better stuff came out, but old people thought that it was the devil’s music. Musicians come out with better and better stuff. Like, you remember those cartoons where there was a castle with this jolly queen, and then there was this castle with a king, and they would go to war, and they would shoot music notes at eachother?”
The cartoon Dad was referring to was Silly Symphonies, which I watched with Mom and Marie a year ago. The episode he described is called Music Land, and if you read the blog entry that I just linked to, that's the one that featured Tubby Tuba.
Suddenly, when my timer went off, I asked him “You mind if I go into your room to watch Oohhh nooo!!! Mr. Bill Presents?” I asked him. He gave me permission to do so.
Back to the present. I received my second Game Boy Advance yesterday. Okay... so, the battery lid is missing, and the screen has a million scratches on it, but those two things didn't actually make it unusable. I'd say that's why it was relatively cheap on Amazon.com, but I think it was still worth it.
However, I still did have one problem with the shit I bought online: The link cable doesn't work. No matter what I do, neither GBA seems to read it, even when it's plugged into both of them and both games are waiting for the other game to come around to trade Pokemon.
I sent an email to the person who sold me the piece-of-shit link cable, asking if I was doing anything wrong, but chances are, I might have to ask to send it back and get a refund instead. I also complained on the Bulbagarden Forum about it, with only one reply so far. On the plus side, I did find a link cable brand, which got nearly a five-star rating averaged from 29 customer reviews. I also called GameStop as well, and as it turns out, they do have some link cables of their own, which they are willing to let me try out before I buy any of them.
November 8, 1998 (Sunday)
Today, Grandma Ella came with us to Sunday School for the Veteran’s Day Parade. After Sunday School, we walked down the sidewalk to see the parade. We saw a whole lot of crows in someone’s yard on the other side of the street.
Anna was in the parade, and said “Oh, I know you” when she passed us. I also saw Jonathan. Soon, we walked down to the fire department where everyone was going, and then listened to someone speaking. While he was talking, I quietly asked Brian “Which one’s Anna?” He told me to be quiet. When the man was done talking, we went into the fire department, and I had a few cookies from the counter.
When we got home, I wrote “A Bible School Story.” After I finished, I started doing my homework. For lunch, I made a grilled cheese, and Mom showed me again how to make one, but I remembered some of the steps.
So far, I've made several references to A Bible School Story, and I probably should have explained that. Well, first off, during the previous summer in real life, we went to summer camp for three weeks at the Yaphank Presbyterian Church, and then went there another week for Bible School. Not a whole lot to say about my real experiences with it.
The story version that I wrote goes like this: Our group sings a few songs with Pastor Ralph, we go into the church for art, Ms. Smalle* reads us the first chapter from Ms. Leah's Bible Stories for Children, she then asks for our names, she then gives us something to create, everyone (except me) complains that the glue stinks, some other stuff happens, we then leave art and go for a nature hike to Mount Unstoppable, we all get separated and have to find one another, and we finally regroup. Not exactly much of a story.
*Ms. Smalle was not the actual bible teacher that we had. I only chose her because of the rubber cream glue factor.
Our group in the real Bible School differed somewhat from that from A Bible School Story. I'll list the kids in the latter version of the group later.
November 9, 1998 (Monday)
After school, I had an orthodontic appointment. While I was at the orthodontist, I saw a magazine with a man with a trake on the cover. I showed it to Mom. She told me that that man was in a horseriding accident.
After we left the orthodontist, we went somewhere (can’t remember where). On the way home, Mom couldn’t get the car started, so she had to call Dad to come over. I went home with Dad in his truck. I was talking to myself and saying “I’m gonna kick your ass.” Dad heard me, and he’s like “You know, I’m gonna pack my stuff up and go. It’s just shame and embarrassment.” He continued ranting.
While I was doing my homework, I heard Mom and Dad talking. I thought it might’ve had something to do with Dad leaving, so I asked Mom if it did.
“He’s afraid you might be leaving,” Mom told Dad after I asked her.
“Good,” Dad said.
A few minutes later, Dad wasn’t so mad anymore, and he told me “It’s hormones. Hormones are what prepare us for fights.”
November 10, 1998 (Tuesday)
Today, Mrs. B. was absent, so I had Ms. Michelle for the beginning of the day. During AIP, she gave me a searchword puzzle, but I wrote a bunch of crap on it instead. After AIP, Janus stayed with me.
At Lunch, I checked to see if someone took the piece of paper or if it was still there. It was still there. After I ate my lunch, I showed it to Janus while I put my lunchbox away. I looked at it when I came back, and while I was looking at it, she took it from me. I tried taking it from her, but she just kept it behind her back. She crumpled it up and threw it out. On the way to 6th period, I tried ditching her, but she held on to my backpack, but I shook her off. Before Gym, I told her she can either make another one or have a good life off.
“I’m always nice to you,” she said. “You’re the one who’s mad at me for no reason.”
After Gym, I just said “I wish you a good life off.”
At home, I told my parents “Someone wrote something, and I picked it up, and she took it from me because it had curses on it, and she threw it out, and I told her I wish her a good life off.” Dad’s like “Think about how rude you were to her.” I wrote another piece of paper with the same stuff on it. Mom came to see how my homework was doing, and she saw what I was doing, and I hid it under the table, and she’s like “Wait. Aren’t those things that you write? Chicken fricken…”
Today at Group, I talked about that day Libby asked me if I wanted to go out with her. After that, Josh talked about something he did in Science.
“Me and my partner were doing this activity where we had to eat a chicken liver. Color: red. He didn’t want to eat it, so I ate it for him.”
November 11, 1998 (Wednesday; Veteran’s Day)
Today, we had no school. While I was playing Super Mario World, James came over, and he brought Goldeneye with him. Brian and James wanted to play, so they battled me in Starfox 64. I was about to lose, so I just let them play anyway. Brian and James played Goldeneye while I went outside to wander. I thought about a game where all the kids in “A Bible School Story” were at the church, and they were armed with paintball guns, and they were shooting eachother down.
Later, I came back inside, and I battled them in Goldeneye. While we were battling, Brian told James “Just collect ammo unless Eric’s shooting at you.” Soon, I battled them in Starfox 64, and I was losing again, but this time, I just took over the Nintendo by force. I started playing Super Mario World. Brian told James “You know what the problem is with Mario? He’s this tiny midget guy who can jump over buildings, and he eats a mushroom and grows up, and he can still jump buildings.” Later, James went home while I was still playing. Brian’s like “Horrible graphics.” Trees with eyes,…” I’m like “No, those are great graphics, and I mean it, and that’s the end of it.” I soon turned the game off, though, and he then played Starfox 64.
November 12, 1998 (Thursday)
Today, before 7th period, I apologized to Janus for last Tuesday.
During Music, we were playing this Jeopardy game, and Ms. Haft’s like “This is not for a $500 car waiting out in the parking lot, this is just for fun.” Brandon laughed at someone for answering something wrong, so after he answered something, I pushed him a little bit, and then he pushed me back. I thanked him.
Tonight on Show Me the Funny, someone on some video was saying something, and he said “what the dickens.” I mimicked him, and Dad came in through the basement, and he heard me, and he thought I said “dick,” and he’s like “Hey!” I told him I said “dickens,” and he’s like “Oh.”
Tonight, we had stew once again.
November 13, 1998 (Friday)
Tonight, Mom took Brian and Marie to 5th Grade Feud. Before they left, I asked Mom if Anna was gonna be there. She said no.
While they were gone, Dad was doing something in the basement, and I was playing Super Mario World. Dad had this CD playing, and it was some really corny music. I couldn’t hear the music on my game while it was playing. I turned it down, and Dad’s like “Eric, are you turning that down?” I then turned it way up, and I’m like “No, I was turning it up.”
“Please leave it alone,” he told me.
Later, I came down to the basement and asked him “Why do we have to listen to that corny music?”
“Good question. I think it’s pretty corny myself, but it brings back times when people used to like it. Later, better stuff came out, but old people thought that it was the devil’s music. Musicians come out with better and better stuff. Like, you remember those cartoons where there was a castle with this jolly queen, and then there was this castle with a king, and they would go to war, and they would shoot music notes at eachother?”
The cartoon Dad was referring to was Silly Symphonies, which I watched with Mom and Marie a year ago. The episode he described is called Music Land, and if you read the blog entry that I just linked to, that's the one that featured Tubby Tuba.
Suddenly, when my timer went off, I asked him “You mind if I go into your room to watch Oohhh nooo!!! Mr. Bill Presents?” I asked him. He gave me permission to do so.
Back to the present. I received my second Game Boy Advance yesterday. Okay... so, the battery lid is missing, and the screen has a million scratches on it, but those two things didn't actually make it unusable. I'd say that's why it was relatively cheap on Amazon.com, but I think it was still worth it.
However, I still did have one problem with the shit I bought online: The link cable doesn't work. No matter what I do, neither GBA seems to read it, even when it's plugged into both of them and both games are waiting for the other game to come around to trade Pokemon.
I sent an email to the person who sold me the piece-of-shit link cable, asking if I was doing anything wrong, but chances are, I might have to ask to send it back and get a refund instead. I also complained on the Bulbagarden Forum about it, with only one reply so far. On the plus side, I did find a link cable brand, which got nearly a five-star rating averaged from 29 customer reviews. I also called GameStop as well, and as it turns out, they do have some link cables of their own, which they are willing to let me try out before I buy any of them.