Sorry this is late, without seeing many posts for our last assignment I wasn't sure what to do, so I'm gonna go ahead and post this one and y'all can do this one after finishing the last one. ;)
I have to say I'm kind of a comic nerd, I read them, I see pretty much every movie that comes out based on a comic book and keep up on them, I say that because it's pretty much the reason for this weeks assignment.
So for this weeks assignment we're going to be creating another character, but this time we're making a superhero/villain, the choice is up to you if your person character is good or a bit more evil. I figure every good hero or villain needs a decent origin for why they are like they are, so I'm thinking a civilian name, name they use while in costume, what powers they have and how they got them, and why they decided to be a hero or a villain.
So there it is, hope you all have some fun with this one maybe. :)
Tuesday, August 14, 2007
Saturday, August 11, 2007
HP Assignment: Jonas' Wild Ride
Ok, so I'll hope this works for the assignment, cause while writing it what I thought my original idea was kind of got away from me I think. Oh yeah, and it's kind of longer than I'd planned it to be too *blinks*
Looking out the window of the train, the young boy paid no attention to the person entering the compartment he'd had to himself thus far. "Do you mind if I sit in here?" the boy who just entered asked, getting a slight shrug and wave of the hand as a response before sitting down. "Thanks, I've been looking for someplace to sit for a while, my name is Manfred by the way, Manfred Nicholsworth." he said while extending his hand, which was ignored as the boy continued to look out the window while casually responding, "How nice for you." Manfred held his hand out for a moment more before pulling it back, "So do you have a name?" Without turning from the window the boy replied simply, "Jonas Jansson."
Manfred looked at the boy who was obviously from Sweden, what with all the sterotypical Swedish traits, he looked like he'd just stepped out of some sketch from a show doing a bit about Swedes, "So, while I was wandering through the cars I heard a rumor that Harry Potter is on the train." Jonas turned from the window for the first time and looked at him, "Oh? And I suppose that everyone is just so excited that he might be here?" Manfred nodded, "Well sure, if it weren't for him You Know Who might have never been defeated!" he said with a tone that made it seem he couldn't believe he had to state that fact. Jonas rolled his eyes slightly, "I can tell you're quite excited, I knew that I would have to put up with people like you, I just hoped it wouldn't be this early." Manfred looked at him with a look of confusion, thinking that he may have just been insulted, "What do you mean, people like me?" Jonas smirked at his expression, "People who believe that somehow a baby defeated Voldemort, what, did his parents give him a wand as soon as he was born?" he said, but at the mention of Voldemort, Manfred's eyes widened and he looked as if he may say something but simply fainted.
Jonas sat and waited for Manfred to wake up, which he did after a moment and promptly tried to run from the compartment, resulting in him bouncing off the closed door. "It's just a name, but I suppose I won't use it." Jonas said with a slight grin looking at Manfred scrambling on the floor. "You're one of those evil wizards! I'll just bet you can't wait to get into Slytherin with the rest of them!" Manfred said while scrambling back into his seat and forming a cross with his fingers which he held out towards Jonas, who just laughed, "Are you serious? You think I'm a Death Eater, not a vampire, you ponce," shaking his head he then looked at Mandred in all seriousness, "And no, I won't be joining Slytherin, most of that lot like to pretend to be evil, and besides, if that's what one is going for, why be obvious about it by being placed into Slytherin?" Manfred looked triumphant as he shouted, "Aha! So you admit you're evil! I've heard that all evil wizards are put into Slytherin!" Jonas rolled his eyes, "To think that they would all go into one house is ridiculous, so no, I think that I'll be in Hufflepuff, before you say anything, don't, I have it all worked out so that's where I'll be, besides I never said I was evil," as the train came to a stopp he looked at Manfred, "ah, looks like we're here."
Jonas watched as a line of students passed by the car, not standing up yet, Manfred still sitting and watching, as if he was afraid to turn his back to him, when he saw a young black haired boy with glasses pass, and he caught glimpse of a scar, "So, it is true, Harry Potter is here, I'll have to meet him at some point." he said with a grin. Manfred snuck into his pocket and pulled out a flask of water and began to splash it onto him, "I won't let you do anything to Harry Potter, everyone knows vampires and evil wizards both have a weakness to holy water!" Jonas looked at him in disbelief, "How did you even get accepted here? No matter, I know what you think, and you're wrong, just because..." he stopped as he got a splash of water in his eye and knocked the flask from Manfred's hand, "Just because I have my own agenda which may not be 'good' doesn't mean I'm trying be like You Know Who, fact is, I'm going to be more powerful than he was." Looking out the door, he seen that most the students had already left the train and moved towards the door, turning towards Manfred he seen that he had a necklace made of garlic and was trying to sneak it over his neck, "Oh for the love of...you know what? I was going to just let you be but I think it's for your own good if I don't see you again, so I'm just going to say one more thing to you." Manfred looked at him with a look of clearly false bravery on his face and spashed another bit of water into his face from his retrieved flask, "What might that be fiend?!" Wiping the water from his face Jonas looked at him and said quite simply, "Voldemort." Manfred jerked a bit before fainting again and collapsing to the floor, shaking his head Jonas hoisted him up and crammed him into the overhead compartment and locked it before leaving the train.
Looking out the window of the train, the young boy paid no attention to the person entering the compartment he'd had to himself thus far. "Do you mind if I sit in here?" the boy who just entered asked, getting a slight shrug and wave of the hand as a response before sitting down. "Thanks, I've been looking for someplace to sit for a while, my name is Manfred by the way, Manfred Nicholsworth." he said while extending his hand, which was ignored as the boy continued to look out the window while casually responding, "How nice for you." Manfred held his hand out for a moment more before pulling it back, "So do you have a name?" Without turning from the window the boy replied simply, "Jonas Jansson."
Manfred looked at the boy who was obviously from Sweden, what with all the sterotypical Swedish traits, he looked like he'd just stepped out of some sketch from a show doing a bit about Swedes, "So, while I was wandering through the cars I heard a rumor that Harry Potter is on the train." Jonas turned from the window for the first time and looked at him, "Oh? And I suppose that everyone is just so excited that he might be here?" Manfred nodded, "Well sure, if it weren't for him You Know Who might have never been defeated!" he said with a tone that made it seem he couldn't believe he had to state that fact. Jonas rolled his eyes slightly, "I can tell you're quite excited, I knew that I would have to put up with people like you, I just hoped it wouldn't be this early." Manfred looked at him with a look of confusion, thinking that he may have just been insulted, "What do you mean, people like me?" Jonas smirked at his expression, "People who believe that somehow a baby defeated Voldemort, what, did his parents give him a wand as soon as he was born?" he said, but at the mention of Voldemort, Manfred's eyes widened and he looked as if he may say something but simply fainted.
Jonas sat and waited for Manfred to wake up, which he did after a moment and promptly tried to run from the compartment, resulting in him bouncing off the closed door. "It's just a name, but I suppose I won't use it." Jonas said with a slight grin looking at Manfred scrambling on the floor. "You're one of those evil wizards! I'll just bet you can't wait to get into Slytherin with the rest of them!" Manfred said while scrambling back into his seat and forming a cross with his fingers which he held out towards Jonas, who just laughed, "Are you serious? You think I'm a Death Eater, not a vampire, you ponce," shaking his head he then looked at Mandred in all seriousness, "And no, I won't be joining Slytherin, most of that lot like to pretend to be evil, and besides, if that's what one is going for, why be obvious about it by being placed into Slytherin?" Manfred looked triumphant as he shouted, "Aha! So you admit you're evil! I've heard that all evil wizards are put into Slytherin!" Jonas rolled his eyes, "To think that they would all go into one house is ridiculous, so no, I think that I'll be in Hufflepuff, before you say anything, don't, I have it all worked out so that's where I'll be, besides I never said I was evil," as the train came to a stopp he looked at Manfred, "ah, looks like we're here."
Jonas watched as a line of students passed by the car, not standing up yet, Manfred still sitting and watching, as if he was afraid to turn his back to him, when he saw a young black haired boy with glasses pass, and he caught glimpse of a scar, "So, it is true, Harry Potter is here, I'll have to meet him at some point." he said with a grin. Manfred snuck into his pocket and pulled out a flask of water and began to splash it onto him, "I won't let you do anything to Harry Potter, everyone knows vampires and evil wizards both have a weakness to holy water!" Jonas looked at him in disbelief, "How did you even get accepted here? No matter, I know what you think, and you're wrong, just because..." he stopped as he got a splash of water in his eye and knocked the flask from Manfred's hand, "Just because I have my own agenda which may not be 'good' doesn't mean I'm trying be like You Know Who, fact is, I'm going to be more powerful than he was." Looking out the door, he seen that most the students had already left the train and moved towards the door, turning towards Manfred he seen that he had a necklace made of garlic and was trying to sneak it over his neck, "Oh for the love of...you know what? I was going to just let you be but I think it's for your own good if I don't see you again, so I'm just going to say one more thing to you." Manfred looked at him with a look of clearly false bravery on his face and spashed another bit of water into his face from his retrieved flask, "What might that be fiend?!" Wiping the water from his face Jonas looked at him and said quite simply, "Voldemort." Manfred jerked a bit before fainting again and collapsing to the floor, shaking his head Jonas hoisted him up and crammed him into the overhead compartment and locked it before leaving the train.
Tuesday, August 7, 2007
8/4 Assignment... late :/
Ok, sorry I forgot it was my week! Now, for those who know me, I get very obsessed when I find something that i'm passionate about.. and if you know me you'll know just how "passionate" I am about Harry Potter.
So for this weeks assignment you will create a character for Harry Potter. You can just describe the character, them getting their letter into Hogwarts, a scene of them interacting with known HP characters... whatever you want. This is pretty wide open.
Now, I'm doing this hoping all y'all have read the books, and if not at least have seen the movies and have a basic idea of that world. If you haven't done either... you don't deserve to live! You should be shot and hanged then burned! Heh. Sorry, that was my passionate side coming out. Anyway, have fun!
So for this weeks assignment you will create a character for Harry Potter. You can just describe the character, them getting their letter into Hogwarts, a scene of them interacting with known HP characters... whatever you want. This is pretty wide open.
Now, I'm doing this hoping all y'all have read the books, and if not at least have seen the movies and have a basic idea of that world. If you haven't done either... you don't deserve to live! You should be shot and hanged then burned! Heh. Sorry, that was my passionate side coming out. Anyway, have fun!
Sunday, August 5, 2007
Embarrassing Moments: Debra
I am not an easily embarrassed person. Perhaps it's because I'm so used to making an ass of myself that I long ago stopped caring. I like to think it's because I've realized how futile and silly it is to be embarrassed. Either way coming up with some moments to share wasn't easy. However, there are two moments that stand out clearly as being painfully blush inducing.
The first moment happen in the fall of my junior year of high school. I was sitting in the drama teacher's classroom (which many of you have also spent countless hours in) getting ready for a play I was in. One of my best friends, Cynthia, was helping me with my make-up. We were surrounded by a room full of other cast and crew members, including the guy I was just starting a budding romance with. All of a sudden Cynthia bellows out, "Oh my gosh, Deb. You have SO MUCH hair on your face!!!" No, I'm not exaggerating, she bellowed it out! The entire room fell silent and everyone turned to look at us. Cynthia was totally unaware of this, but she could see the shocked look on my face and the fire in my eyes that must have told her I was about to kill her. So, what does she do? She bellows out, "I mean... it's fine! You're blonde! I'm always looking at your face and I've never even noticed! It's just that trying to put make-up on it... I mean..." I don't really remember what happened after that. I chose to remember that I calming got up and walked out of the room but I doubt that's even close to the truth.
The second embarrassing moment is entirely my best friend Heidi's fault. Heidi, Cynthia, and I were having a sleep-over one night and decided that we needed a treat. I think we decided to go through a drive-thru because I decided not to bother putting on a bra. Now, being amply chested, this is not something I would do but we weren't going in anywhere so I figured it would be fine. We got down to Heidi's car and I went to get into the front seat. I guess I sort of threw myself into the car or something because... well... my breast smacked me in the face. I don't know how it happen! I sat there, with the door open, rubbing my face. Heidi looked over and asked me what was wrong. I said in a very serious voice, "I just hit myself... in the face... WITH MY BOOB!" I was truly upset and those two just laughed and laughed!
What's shocking is that this wasn't the embarrassing part. No, the embarrassment came when Heidi told me a few days later that she had told the story to her whole entire family at dinner! I couldn't look her dad in the eye for years! Thanks, Heidi. With friends like Cynthia and Heidi I really couldn't handle any enemies!
The first moment happen in the fall of my junior year of high school. I was sitting in the drama teacher's classroom (which many of you have also spent countless hours in) getting ready for a play I was in. One of my best friends, Cynthia, was helping me with my make-up. We were surrounded by a room full of other cast and crew members, including the guy I was just starting a budding romance with. All of a sudden Cynthia bellows out, "Oh my gosh, Deb. You have SO MUCH hair on your face!!!" No, I'm not exaggerating, she bellowed it out! The entire room fell silent and everyone turned to look at us. Cynthia was totally unaware of this, but she could see the shocked look on my face and the fire in my eyes that must have told her I was about to kill her. So, what does she do? She bellows out, "I mean... it's fine! You're blonde! I'm always looking at your face and I've never even noticed! It's just that trying to put make-up on it... I mean..." I don't really remember what happened after that. I chose to remember that I calming got up and walked out of the room but I doubt that's even close to the truth.
The second embarrassing moment is entirely my best friend Heidi's fault. Heidi, Cynthia, and I were having a sleep-over one night and decided that we needed a treat. I think we decided to go through a drive-thru because I decided not to bother putting on a bra. Now, being amply chested, this is not something I would do but we weren't going in anywhere so I figured it would be fine. We got down to Heidi's car and I went to get into the front seat. I guess I sort of threw myself into the car or something because... well... my breast smacked me in the face. I don't know how it happen! I sat there, with the door open, rubbing my face. Heidi looked over and asked me what was wrong. I said in a very serious voice, "I just hit myself... in the face... WITH MY BOOB!" I was truly upset and those two just laughed and laughed!
What's shocking is that this wasn't the embarrassing part. No, the embarrassment came when Heidi told me a few days later that she had told the story to her whole entire family at dinner! I couldn't look her dad in the eye for years! Thanks, Heidi. With friends like Cynthia and Heidi I really couldn't handle any enemies!
Saturday, August 4, 2007
My Embarrassing Moment
I've quite a few embarrassing moments, but I figure why not go back to one that happened when I was young, since those seems to be the ones that stay with you.
When I was six years old, my parents had an old camper, one of those ones that the top kind of lowers over the bottom half, and you had to turn a crank to get the top to rise so it'd be full size. Being my usual self I suggested to my friend that her and I go inside it and play, without raising the top, and the thing about that camper was if the top was lowered, you could open the door from the outside to get in, but opening it from the inside to get out didn't quite work.
We went in and looked around, it didn't take too long to get bored, it also didn't take long for the door to close itself and lock us inside. I'd like to say that upon finding the door shut tight that I remained calm and cool, but if that were the case I wouldn't be writing about it here, I freaked out. I started screaming and yelling and banging on the walls while my friend tried to calm me down, but that wasn't happening, I just went on screaming and pounding on the door.
Ten minutes later I stopped screaming and pounding on the door, that was when all the knowledge I'd learned from movies kicked in, and I knew what was going to happen, we were obviously going to die in there because we would run out of air. My new revelation didn't help matters of course, since then I became hysterical and started screaming at my friend that we were going to die and nobody would find us and we never even got to do any of the cool stuff like drive a car or any of the other stuff I'd heard about or seen on television. She tried to calm me down again but I wasn't having it, I was just crying and screaming at her that after ten minutes we were probably almost out of air and we should try to not breath as much as we were. Then I had the brilliant idea that I was going to punch out the window that I'd ignored til that point.
I got a few punches on the window before my friend stopped me. I wasn't happy, I was still in full panic mode so I yelled at her, asking why she stopped me, telling her we were almost out of air. I guess that fifteen minutes of my hysterical screaming, crying, and punching is all she could take, because her response was a slap right in the face. Now I never really thought that worked, "Hey someone's hysterical, let's slap them!", but apparently it works well enough, because I just stopped and kind of stared at her dumbfounded as she casually opened the window I'd been punching, then calmly shouted out of the open window that we were stuck in the camper, then within a few minutes someone came and let us out.
I'd had been embarrassed for letting the door close in the first place, but rather than take a calm approach, I just let my imagination run wild and got hysterical and just lost it. If I was claustrophobic it wouldn't be embarrassing, but I'm not, I just lost my cool and went on screaming and carrying on and had to listen to my friend tell all our friends at school how she had to slap me to calm me down and then "save my life" which was pretty bad at the time, but I guess looking back I can see the humor in it.
When I was six years old, my parents had an old camper, one of those ones that the top kind of lowers over the bottom half, and you had to turn a crank to get the top to rise so it'd be full size. Being my usual self I suggested to my friend that her and I go inside it and play, without raising the top, and the thing about that camper was if the top was lowered, you could open the door from the outside to get in, but opening it from the inside to get out didn't quite work.
We went in and looked around, it didn't take too long to get bored, it also didn't take long for the door to close itself and lock us inside. I'd like to say that upon finding the door shut tight that I remained calm and cool, but if that were the case I wouldn't be writing about it here, I freaked out. I started screaming and yelling and banging on the walls while my friend tried to calm me down, but that wasn't happening, I just went on screaming and pounding on the door.
Ten minutes later I stopped screaming and pounding on the door, that was when all the knowledge I'd learned from movies kicked in, and I knew what was going to happen, we were obviously going to die in there because we would run out of air. My new revelation didn't help matters of course, since then I became hysterical and started screaming at my friend that we were going to die and nobody would find us and we never even got to do any of the cool stuff like drive a car or any of the other stuff I'd heard about or seen on television. She tried to calm me down again but I wasn't having it, I was just crying and screaming at her that after ten minutes we were probably almost out of air and we should try to not breath as much as we were. Then I had the brilliant idea that I was going to punch out the window that I'd ignored til that point.
I got a few punches on the window before my friend stopped me. I wasn't happy, I was still in full panic mode so I yelled at her, asking why she stopped me, telling her we were almost out of air. I guess that fifteen minutes of my hysterical screaming, crying, and punching is all she could take, because her response was a slap right in the face. Now I never really thought that worked, "Hey someone's hysterical, let's slap them!", but apparently it works well enough, because I just stopped and kind of stared at her dumbfounded as she casually opened the window I'd been punching, then calmly shouted out of the open window that we were stuck in the camper, then within a few minutes someone came and let us out.
I'd had been embarrassed for letting the door close in the first place, but rather than take a calm approach, I just let my imagination run wild and got hysterical and just lost it. If I was claustrophobic it wouldn't be embarrassing, but I'm not, I just lost my cool and went on screaming and carrying on and had to listen to my friend tell all our friends at school how she had to slap me to calm me down and then "save my life" which was pretty bad at the time, but I guess looking back I can see the humor in it.
Friday, August 3, 2007
My Ears *STILL* Burn...
I was working at the jewelry store in the mall and I was probably 20-years-old. I had a crush on a fellow I went to church with. Tall, attractive, quiet, with that mysterious, you-know-you-want-to-get-to-know-me look about him. I had invited him over to my house , along with some other friends, for dinner and games one evening. I made from scratch everything on the menu, from the soup, to the decadent dessert. The night went rather well, although I guess he missed that it was dinner and games because he told everyone else that he had already eaten. He did, however try everything and the evening went rather well, I thought. He stayed until 1:30 in the morning for crying out loud! (and not everyone did that)
* * *
So a few weeks go by, I don't hear anything from him. I was sitting at work and it was kind of a dull evening. My co-worker asks me how things are going in the dating field and I say they are nil.
"No boys you're interested in?"
"Well, there's one, but I really don't think he's interested..." **explains the previous date**
"If he stayed that long it sure sounds like he's interested!"
Back and forth of "No, he's not." and "Yes, he is" -es.
"You should call him up to go hiking with us on Saturday. That's pretty open and not likely to be a scary thing."
"I dunno. I really hate asking guys to do something unless they're my friend already. I get all flustered and sound stupid."
"You'll be fine. Besides, it's not like it's actually a date. It's just a bunch of people going hiking."
**More deliberating...and then**
"Alright. I'll call him." I pick up the phone, dial, and wait. Palms sweating, face bright red as though I've been running in the hot sun.
"Hello?"
"Hi, is (name changed to protect the embarrassed) Jeff there?"
"Um...lemme check. Who is this?"
"Haven."
"Haven..?" pause as though he's waiting for an answer from someone else in the room. "Yeah, he's here. Hold on a sec." (slight laughter in his voice)
"Hello?"
"Hi, Jeff. This is Haven."
"Oh, hi."
"Hi. Um, some of us from the ward are going hiking on Saturday and I was wondering if you wanted to come along."
"This Saturday?"
"Yeah. We'd be leaving about 9:00 and getting back about 5:00."
"Oh...um...this Saturday? Let's see." Pause...seems like 10 minutes. ugh. "I have to work that Saturday. What time again?"
I repeated the times.
"Well, I don't think I can. No.....no...No...no...No...hmm....no...No....um No....no..." And he goes on like that for what seems like an eternity, but was probably only 30 seconds. But still, 30 seconds of "no"'s really isn't that great to listen to either.
My face was so red and I was so flushed and embarrassed that I was almost in tears. I GET THE POINT!!! ONE 'no' would have been sufficient. And then he says...
"So, how are you?"
Jaw drops and I'm speechless. It took me a few seconds for my brain to wrap around that question.
"Huh? Oh, I'm fine..."
"How's work?"
"Uh...fine."
More small-talk questions that I can't remember because I was too mortified to think straight. I get off the phone as quickly as I can and go try to salvage some of my pride in the bathroom.
My little heart (and pride) was squished that night. Needless to say I didn't even look his direction after that. Not out of mean-ness, but because of my feelings of utter stupidity and shame.
"No boys you're interested in?"
"Well, there's one, but I really don't think he's interested..." **explains the previous date**
"If he stayed that long it sure sounds like he's interested!"
Back and forth of "No, he's not." and "Yes, he is" -es.
"You should call him up to go hiking with us on Saturday. That's pretty open and not likely to be a scary thing."
"I dunno. I really hate asking guys to do something unless they're my friend already. I get all flustered and sound stupid."
"You'll be fine. Besides, it's not like it's actually a date. It's just a bunch of people going hiking."
**More deliberating...and then**
"Alright. I'll call him." I pick up the phone, dial, and wait. Palms sweating, face bright red as though I've been running in the hot sun.
"Hello?"
"Hi, is (name changed to protect the embarrassed) Jeff there?"
"Um...lemme check. Who is this?"
"Haven."
"Haven..?" pause as though he's waiting for an answer from someone else in the room. "Yeah, he's here. Hold on a sec." (slight laughter in his voice)
"Hello?"
"Hi, Jeff. This is Haven."
"Oh, hi."
"Hi. Um, some of us from the ward are going hiking on Saturday and I was wondering if you wanted to come along."
"This Saturday?"
"Yeah. We'd be leaving about 9:00 and getting back about 5:00."
"Oh...um...this Saturday? Let's see." Pause...seems like 10 minutes. ugh. "I have to work that Saturday. What time again?"
I repeated the times.
"Well, I don't think I can. No.....no...No...no...No...hmm....no...No....um No....no..." And he goes on like that for what seems like an eternity, but was probably only 30 seconds. But still, 30 seconds of "no"'s really isn't that great to listen to either.
My face was so red and I was so flushed and embarrassed that I was almost in tears. I GET THE POINT!!! ONE 'no' would have been sufficient. And then he says...
"So, how are you?"
Jaw drops and I'm speechless. It took me a few seconds for my brain to wrap around that question.
"Huh? Oh, I'm fine..."
"How's work?"
"Uh...fine."
More small-talk questions that I can't remember because I was too mortified to think straight. I get off the phone as quickly as I can and go try to salvage some of my pride in the bathroom.
My little heart (and pride) was squished that night. Needless to say I didn't even look his direction after that. Not out of mean-ness, but because of my feelings of utter stupidity and shame.
Wednesday, August 1, 2007
Embarrassing Moment by Glass Darkly
I'm sure there have been many times in my life when I have done embarrassing things, but when I sit down to think about a time when I really felt embarrassed its always the same(and some of you know this story already I'm sure)... The first time...
I was in Kindergarten. I remember vividly a lot of my thoughts and feelings at that age. I had been reading for a couple of years before I started Kindergarten and I remember being surprised and confused that I was practically the only person in my class who already knew how to read. There was a shelf with simple reading books that we were supposed to take home, at an average of one per week, and read them with our parents. Once we'd read them satisfactorily enough our parents would sign the paper that would allow us to bring them back to get the next book.
It was not long before I was bringing home a new book everyday to get passed off, and then soon after that I was allowed to bring two at a time. I finished the stack of books that was supposed to take the entire year in about 2-3 months. I felt good about that, I felt smart. School was easy, it was fun. I liked helping my fellow students when they didn't understand something. Now, it is cloudy whether or not they appreciated my help, but as everyone was generally kind to me I'm fairly certain I was at least tactful in my aid.
Anything to do with learning or teaching I was supremely confident, but there was a flip side to that confidence. At the tender age of 5 I had somehow developed the impression that I was fat. I would wear shorts when my mom would put them out for me, but I remember feeling very uncomfortable. When the choice was left up to me, I would wear pants... even though we lived in Phoenix, AZ.
She had made me a pair of wrap around shorts, I don't know how else to describe them. As the name implies, it was a piece of fabric that you would wrap around and tie at the side and it became a pair of shorts. I was a little worried about wearing them because they were shorts, but mom had made them so I wore them. At recess one afternoon while wearing this contraption, I was climbing on the dome shaped metal jungle-gym. I can't remember what it was actually called, but I'm hoping you get the idea.
I was a friendly child and liked well enough by my classmates that there were a number of them around me at this time. My memory is hazy on just how the side of my shorts became undone, but the fact that it had is crystal clear. I remember reaching up for the next rung and moving my foot to climb my way to the top when an odd sensation of a breeze followed by the unwanted feeling of fabric against my leg caused me to look down. I panicked and almost fell off in my haste to rectify the situation.
I recall no jeering, or taunting. There is no continued teasing weeks later in my memory. The only thing I do remember is that I was mortified that Cameron and Ben just might have seen my underwear, or worse... my stomach. Or even worse... more of my leg than was visible with the shorts done up. The fabric didn't fall off, and I believe I recovered quickly enough that no one saw anything. The event wasn't as dire as it could have been, but my reaction is set indelibly in my mind.
I am certain that far worse things have happened to me, far more embarrassing situations, but none have affected me to the degree that this one has. Perhaps I have come to terms with my very fallible self and so the retarded things I do just don't get to me, I'm not sure. What I do know is, as odd as it sounds to say it, I have never been more embarrassed in my life than I was on top of that jungle-gym in Kindergarten.
I was in Kindergarten. I remember vividly a lot of my thoughts and feelings at that age. I had been reading for a couple of years before I started Kindergarten and I remember being surprised and confused that I was practically the only person in my class who already knew how to read. There was a shelf with simple reading books that we were supposed to take home, at an average of one per week, and read them with our parents. Once we'd read them satisfactorily enough our parents would sign the paper that would allow us to bring them back to get the next book.
It was not long before I was bringing home a new book everyday to get passed off, and then soon after that I was allowed to bring two at a time. I finished the stack of books that was supposed to take the entire year in about 2-3 months. I felt good about that, I felt smart. School was easy, it was fun. I liked helping my fellow students when they didn't understand something. Now, it is cloudy whether or not they appreciated my help, but as everyone was generally kind to me I'm fairly certain I was at least tactful in my aid.
Anything to do with learning or teaching I was supremely confident, but there was a flip side to that confidence. At the tender age of 5 I had somehow developed the impression that I was fat. I would wear shorts when my mom would put them out for me, but I remember feeling very uncomfortable. When the choice was left up to me, I would wear pants... even though we lived in Phoenix, AZ.
She had made me a pair of wrap around shorts, I don't know how else to describe them. As the name implies, it was a piece of fabric that you would wrap around and tie at the side and it became a pair of shorts. I was a little worried about wearing them because they were shorts, but mom had made them so I wore them. At recess one afternoon while wearing this contraption, I was climbing on the dome shaped metal jungle-gym. I can't remember what it was actually called, but I'm hoping you get the idea.
I was a friendly child and liked well enough by my classmates that there were a number of them around me at this time. My memory is hazy on just how the side of my shorts became undone, but the fact that it had is crystal clear. I remember reaching up for the next rung and moving my foot to climb my way to the top when an odd sensation of a breeze followed by the unwanted feeling of fabric against my leg caused me to look down. I panicked and almost fell off in my haste to rectify the situation.
I recall no jeering, or taunting. There is no continued teasing weeks later in my memory. The only thing I do remember is that I was mortified that Cameron and Ben just might have seen my underwear, or worse... my stomach. Or even worse... more of my leg than was visible with the shorts done up. The fabric didn't fall off, and I believe I recovered quickly enough that no one saw anything. The event wasn't as dire as it could have been, but my reaction is set indelibly in my mind.
I am certain that far worse things have happened to me, far more embarrassing situations, but none have affected me to the degree that this one has. Perhaps I have come to terms with my very fallible self and so the retarded things I do just don't get to me, I'm not sure. What I do know is, as odd as it sounds to say it, I have never been more embarrassed in my life than I was on top of that jungle-gym in Kindergarten.
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