Emma's Nightmare Named ---------- High School ----------: Operation Protest: Failed

Saturday, May 15, 2010

Operation Protest: Failed

I told our teacher about our views on her decision for the play. She said, "Sorry, but this is what I have chosen to do." I told her that I'd rather just have Catherine do the whole thing. She went on to say that Catherine's schedule didn't give her enough time to be able to memorize the whole thing, and neither did mine. What? I don't do anything. I mean, yes. I have voice on Monday, Young Womens on Tuesday, and acapella practice Thursday and Friday. But those each take out, what, an hour of my time after school? I hate to be unrealistic, but I feel that I could probably have half the play memorized within a week. And from what I can tell, Catherine doesn't have that much of a schedule, either. I'm pretty sure she isn't doing any sports right now. So.. I don't understand what the problem is. I'm just going to have to accept that we aren't going to get our way.

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Ariel WilsonMay 15, 2010 at 2:17 PM
I'm tempted to call this lady and complain :P
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EmmaMay 15, 2010 at 2:28 PM
What's funny is that I actually love her. But she has this idea about each of her students being a certain way. She has it in her head that I have a busy schedule, and that Olivia is really girly, and that Alex is nice, and that Jeremy is picked on, and that Trevor and Brendon are mean, and that Allison is a stereotypical cheerleader, and so on so forth. It gets annoying, because the students aren't really the way she thinks they are.
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CeanaMay 15, 2010 at 2:41 PM
Sheesh! Which teacher is this? Emma, you are going to have to get used to this. You are definitely not going to be able to argue with Mr. Witt if you are going to be in musicals. Or any teacher for that matter. Sorry if that sounded mean, i'm just sayin'. Sometimes going with the flow is really the best for that moment.
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CeanaMay 15, 2010 at 2:44 PM
Which teacher is this? Anyway, it doesn't matter what she thinks about other people, we don't have to judge her on that. Also, sometimes it is easier to go with the flow on what teachers say. If you are going to be in plays at the high school, you can't be arguing with Mr. Witt :) Or really any teacher for that matter. Sometimes it is ok to let others have a turn in the spotlight too ;)
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CeanaMay 15, 2010 at 2:45 PM
Whoops, that posted twice, dang it. Sorry!
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EmmaMay 15, 2010 at 3:09 PM
It's Swartzendruber. And like I'm pretty sure I said, it's not that I want the spotlight for myself. I don't think anyone should have to share. That's why I said I'd rather just let Catherine do the whole thing, because neither of us should have to share. If not because it's not fair, then because it will just look tacky. But I'm not really arguing with her. I'm just voicing my opinion on the matter.
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CeanaMay 18, 2010 at 5:40 PM
I know. Hopefully it will work out. I know you will be great, whatever you decide! :) Say hi to Swartzendruber for me :)
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Because Gracie deserves her own sidebar quotes.

-Gracie: Emma, you shouldn't wear high heels on the dock!

Me: Why not?
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-We were driving to the Figueroa's 4th of July picnic. My mother was drinking SmartWater. Gracie said out of nowhere, "Mom, you should drink smart water because it makes you smarter." My mother then replied, "Don't you think that maybe you should drink smart water because that means you were already smart?" Grace thought for a moment and replied, "That doesn't make any sense."

-Today in the car Gracie stated that she thought a bird pooped on the car. My mother said that the chances were very slim, and besides, how would she know if it did? Gracie said that she still thought a bird pooped on the car. My mom said, "I think you just want to say poop." Gracie retorted, "Nuh-uh! I just wanted you to say poop."

-I was teasing Grace when she wanted to go to McDonalds. I said that they didn't let anyone that wasn't at least 14 years old eat there anymore. She started crying. I think she is a little too attached.

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-After I scrubbed her toilet for her, my mother yelled in the other room, "What is that rotten egg poop smell!?" Gracie got very defensive and exclaimed, "It wasn't me this time!"

-After telling me how she told the bus driver to take her to Ecols Street and the bus driver stopped right in front of her house for her, I asked for reassurance, "Really?" She gave me a face. "What is that supposed to mean?" She put her hands on her hips and sighed as if to say 'duh'. "This face means it's true," she said while she made the same odd face. Then she made a mean face. "This face means it's not true." Then she proceeded to give off other mean faces and said that those meant it was true. She smiled and said, "Smiling means it's not true."

-Earlier I was mowing the lawn, and in an attempt to be like her older sister, Grace took Case's toy lawn mower and began going over what I'd already done. "Look, Mom! I'm lawn lowing!"

-After scaring her about a spider being on her leg when it really wasn't, she was complaining that I almost scared her half to 'deaf'. I'm not sure how you scare someone to deaf.

-After a summer bible school thing we were invited to, Grace climbed into the car we were riding home in. A girl that was her age sat in the back, and because of the girl sitting in a carseat similar to a baby's, she exclaimed, "It's a baby!" The girl was very upset afterward for being mistaken for a baby.

-When the newer King Kong movie came out, we bought it as soon as we could. While watching him getting put to sleep so they could lug him back, Gracie began balling. However, when he fell off the Empire State Building, she made no sign of emotion whatsoever.

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