The other day, I was recalling middle school memories with an old friend, and afterwards, I dug around my past online blogs and found some hilarious entries. Brought to you from the diary of 14-year-old Jennifer (but edited by present-day Jennifer, because 14-year-old Jennifer typed weirdly and had bad grammar):
MPU's=Mrs. Pierce's Ums. At first we thought it was so funny...I couldn't stop laughing every time we made a tally mark, but now it's just like a daily routine. "How many times did Pierce say 'um' today?" "245." "Cool."
The Tale of the Ice Cream: Once upon a time, a girl named Vera was extremely hungry and kept telling this to Jennifer in a line for a ride at Great America. Finally they finished the ride and went off in search for food. Vera found an ice cream store and got a huuuuuuge ice cream (it must have been about 8 inches long) and took about two licks before the whole thing slipped off the cone and fell to the ground. It was silent for awhile, and then both girls looked down. The ice cream slid slowly down the pavement.
No school today. I spent like a whole hour trying to get my Legolas poster to stick on the ceiling of my room. I had to keep jumping up and down on the bed. It was so hard...what a workout.
Today after break, we turned off all the lights and did the duck-and-cover to trick Pierce into thinking there was nobody in the classroom and she'd accidentally come to school on a Saturday. It didn't work, but when she finally got in, we all started singing Happy Birthday to her so she wouldn't get mad at us. I don't know whose crazy idea that was, but it was hilarious and ingenious all the same. You could tell she was confused...couldn't think of what to say, so she just smiled and walked to the front of the class like nothing had happened.
Good ol' eighth grade. In retrospect, possibly my favorite grade. :)
***More on with whom and why I was reminiscing in the next entry...it's a good story, so be excited.
