Why we cannot eat in class

So it went like this. We were creating a model of the Greenhouse effect using plastic bottles as an outdoor science prac. Most of us chilled for the majority of the time since we only really needed a time-keeper and someone to record the temperature. By 'chilled' I mean attacking each other with dandelions, walking into mud, sliding down the handrail of the stairs, tieing each others hair with yellow ribbon, laughing hysterically and attempting to catch mints using our mouths.

And we got caught. Since we ate "one mint each" we had to see the teacher at lunch for "one minute." We spent the next lesson thinking "We're gonna be those rebel kids in front of the science staffroom" and "What if he comes out with a clipboard to write something on our behaviour record?" But what the teacher said to us during that one minute was even less expected than when the other teacher came out of no where simply because she was distracted by the yellow ribbon on some guy's hair.

Teacher: Did any of you handle the sand we used for the model?
Us: No.. No.. Yes, I think...
Teacher: Well, there is a certain chemical in that sand which causes constipation. Do you know what constipation is?
Us: Yes
Teacher: Well you must have used your hands to have eaten the food. Have you heard of yoga? There are certain types of yoga activities which help constipation. I highly recommend you to do it. So no eating in class. Oh, and good luck.

Oh what the hell. Is this dude serious, or am I really that gullible?

Anyway, we celebrated Daffodil Day today! The SRCs worked from 8am up until 11 sorting out the flowers and delivering them to classes while jamming to music played on the radio. It was way harder than I thought to organise Daffodil Day. It was even harder because most of us were starving ourselves to finish tying messages onto daffodils while the teachers had their fancy pancy morning tea. My friend Cindy also made these AWESOME yellow super-hero masks. It was cool seeing the school lightened with so much yellow- it's so much better than our typical grey-blue colour!

Thanks to Danielle, Matthew, Elizabeth, Sylvia, Chad, Charley, Jandy and whoever 'Random Acts' is for the flowers. :)

Camp

The question isn't what we did, but rather what we haven't done. I'm itchy, sore and tired but it was all worth it, because camp was fricken awesome baby! I've actually only gone camping twice in my life. The first time was in year 7, and i used to think that was the best thing ever, but Year 9 camp made it look so crap. The activities were better, the dance was better, the snacks were better, the group arrangements were better, the instructors were better; pretty much everything was better except for the beds. We ended up sleeping on gym mats on wooden bunkbeds that looked like they would collapse any moment. I ended up sharing a bed with my friend Danielle because her one looked REALLY dodgy, and that was not cool. I couldn't stretch or go to the toilet without kicking her face or waking her up. Her soft toy was pretty scary too. It was a 'zoozoo pet' that looked like a carebear with buckteeth, and whenever she leaned on it it made a noise. There was this one time at night when I pressed it and it made a noise that sounded like "nhewnhewnhew... VRAAAAAAR!" To me, everything is 10 times scarier when the lights are off, and at that time i was convinced that the toy was demonic.

Everything I thought would be bad turned good. I thought canoeing would be the worst activity, but it turned out to be one of the best ones i did. I don't even know what made it so fun since I practically did nothing but sat and hopelessly attempted to paddle. Maybe it was because of the people I went canoeing with- Esha and Matthew. I laughed so hard that I'm amazed we didn't capsize. We ended up looking like she capsized though because we had a water fight. The other activities were super cool too, especially Mudworld and the Leap of Faith. I swear, the Leap of Faith has got to be one of the most nerve-racking things I've done in my life. My hands even got sweaty just watching other people do it. You had to climb a 15m pole, stand on top of it and leap to catch a trapeze about 1.5m away, but when you're up there, it looks like 5m away.

Another thing I thought would turn out bad was the grade disco. I was surprised to see so many people dance and lose their voices. I was thinking, if we all look like that then, how would we look if we were actually drunk? It felt so unreal at the time. I don't even remember half the things I did that night.

But the highlight of the camp has got to be playing Commando at night. We had the right sense of adventure and the freedom to run around in a bush. I truly feel sorry for the people who weren't in our group for the game. I don't think we even played the game properly since with thought all the 'hostages' were scattered around in the bush. We ended up not finding any hostages at all, but that doesn't matter. We ended up walking really far off. We walked far enough to see some random building, so we turned right and kept walking. There were points where it was so thick that we had to get down on the floor and crawl where there were less twigs and leaves. There was this one time when a teacher, or our 'enemy' was only a couple of metres away. I think my heart rate zoomed fast enough to seem like just one long buzz rather than multiple boom-booms. The torchlight was even on us for a split second, but he didn't see us. After a while we decided to get back on the main tracks, because we were walking through too many spiderwebs and there were too many branches in the way. It took us a while to find it. I know we were really far off though, probably even in out of bounds areas since we couldn't even hear the whistle which signalled that the game was over. Two teachers had to come to find us. If only they didn't- it would have been even more fun.

I almost cried on the bus on the way home. I don't ever think I'm ever going to forget those campfire stories, staying up until midnight talking to my best friend, and all the things we did. I even slept on the bus dreaming about camp. I swear I could've slept for the whole bus ride if my friend Naomi didn't put a chip next to my nose while I was sleeping. I even laid on my bed for an hour singing break-up songs like 'Bleeding Love' on my bed this morning thinking about camp. I hate the feeling of when you realise that the fun is over. It's sort of the feeling you get when the last person leaves your party. I don't even have any photos of my own to help me remember camp, but I know it's something i'll remember forever and ever and ever.

Zombies 101

Here for the job interview.

University of Baltimore is offering a class on zombies.  Just what we need: another excuse for college kids to shamble through life wishing they had brains... braaaaaaaiiinnssss!!!

I totally would have taken this class though.  Awesome.

Welcome to the dollhouse, baby!

Hands up those disorganised people who give up too quicky! Yeah, I'm usually one of those people. I'm the kind of person who gives up on a book half way through. I normally tell myself I'm going to keep my school books nice and neat all year round, but the books already look trashed, burnt, then trashed again after a term.

Taking a break from The Alchemist, I walked into my room to get my maths tutor homework when an idea hit me. I saw my pink dollhouse freckled with age and dust on it's windows and roof. I decided to store my school books there- a way to be organised. This way I'd know perfectly well where all my books are, and I wouldn't have to go searching around the house for them to only to find that they were just under a pile of unfinished homework and worksheets.

I'm a crappy artist, but that didn't stop me from painting it cream.

I'M PROUD OF MYSELF