Stories of Rush Lover

Okay, so in math class I have to do this project. For the project we have to get percentages from “real life examples, not from math class” as my teacher put it. My thought was, “So you’re saying that math class is fake? Oh I get it! Once I walk into the math classroom my life stalls out in ‘real world’.” Yeah, so anyway, we have to get these “real life” percentage examples and glue them to pieces of paper and write a “personal” sentence about each one. “Oh this 4% total trans fat on this bottle of pop has been my best friend since I was two. We are tighter than the glue that binds it to the paper.” I mean really, how “personal” can you get with a percentage label? Plus, I’m in the SEVENTH GRADE! I think I and the rest of my class are a little old to be doing  percent collages!

            So you’re probably asking “And why are you telling me about your frustrations with your math class?”. Well, that is just leading into the funny part of the story. A day after she assigned us to the project, which is due next week, she took us to the computer lab to get a start on our project.

 She had us go on the Internet and look for sport, weather, and interest percentages. That was fine. The only catch was that we had to through this whole big deal to make sure that we only printed the page that we needed out of what might be a ten page article. That was perfectly fine for me because I already knew how to do that. The problem was that most of the kids in my class had never done this before, and I can see how you can get confused. The teacher didn’t want to explain it more that once to the class. She made sure she told us that in a really loud voice that is defined as a yell. Because she did this, everyone was afraid to ask her how to accomplish it if they didn’t get it the first time.

We had done well at only printing the page we needed. Until the end of class, when somebody printed nine extra pages. As soon as my teacher figured this out she turned first a dark tomato red. Then she turned a blackish-purple. I thought the next color was going to be pea green. I actually thought she was going to turn green and bust out of her clothes and turn into the Hulk. She starting thundering like a god throughout the room saying, “YOU PEOPLE ARE WASTING PAPER! I DO NOT LIKE THAT AT ALL! THAT IS A WASTE OF GOOD TAX PAYERS MONEY!”

Chill out Mrs. Hulk! Good grief! Yeah you don’t want to waste paper, but keep in mind that there is this new fangled thing called recycling. You never said anything about the waste of ink, which should have gone before paper.

While she was yelling and screaming like a banshee, my friend Hunter just couldn’t take it anymore and starting busting out laughing. She turned on him with her red flaming eyes and thundered, “THIS IS NOT A LAUGHING MATTER! WE ARE SUPPOSED TO CONSERVE PAPER NOT WASTE IT!” She spun around glaring at each one of us as she tried to figure out which one of us it was. Then with a burst of energy (that I thought she had used up as fuel for her wrath) she stomped her foot firmly on the ground and screamed “I’M GETTING ANGRY!”. With that, my friend Brandy and I looked at each other and started cracking up laughing. We just couldn’t take it longer it was so funny! Really? You’re getting angry? As if she was “getting” angry. She all ready was, and had been for the last ten minutes. Lucky for Brandy and I the bell rang two seconds later, so she didn’t have time to take action to our expressed amusement.

She never did find out who printed those extra pages. None of us knew for sure. I had a pretty good idea who did it though. And knowing that particular person, they did it on purpose! Lol!

Hey there everybody! I just wanted to wish you all a Merry Christmas and tell you a funny story.

I was talking to my friend on the phone, and we were just having one of our regular dorky conversations when I, out of the blue, say, "Holy Crap! do you know what I just realized?!"

"What?" He asked

"I just now realized it’s Christmas Eve, I still thought it was the week before Christmas!" I answered.

So there you go, I guess this was just to remind you how much of a dork I am.

Merry Christmas!

Okay everybody, as you know, I do a lot of weird things, and a lot of weird thing happen to me. Well, this time it was a weird, unfortunate thing that happened to me. Maybe it was one of those serendipitous kinds of things

My friend Chandler and I are at the top of our math class, don’t ask me why, I guess we are just smarter than the rest of the class, or something, I don’t know. Chandler and I usually get done with everything before the rest of the class does, and so we just sit around bored for the whole rest of the period. So I decided that I was going to pass the time by drawing. I got out a piece of paper and a sharpie. I started drawing, and with about ten minutes left to go before the bell rang, I lifted up my paper. Boy! What a mess I saw on my desk! There was this huge puddle of red sharpie juice all over my desk! Just then Chandler and Lexi turn around and see it. “Oh my gosh Maddie, what did you do?!” Chandler exclaimed. So I explained to him what had happened.  He and I start frantically trying to clean off the desk. We spit on it, we scribbled on it with pencil and tried to erase it that way, but nothing worked. The whole time I was thinking to myself, “I’m going to get an after school; my mom’s going to kill me. I won’t be here tomorrow because I’m going to be dead.”

Then Matt, a kid that sits near me, raises his hand for the teacher, because he needed help with his paper. I hurriedly stacked my books on top of the huge red stain on my desk as the teacher came over to help Matt. As this was happening, two precious minutes were wasted that I could have been trying new ways to clean up my desk.

The teacher went back to her desk and I immediately took my books off the stain and started scrubbing away.

With only two minutes to go Emily suggests to me, “Try some Germex, it’ll take off anything.”

“Are you sure?” I asked.

“Just try it, what do you have to lose?” She asked. 

            I was thinking, “My life, that’s what I’ve got to lose, my life.”

Well I tried it, and it worked! The Germex took it right off. I cannot even begin to describe the relief I felt when I saw that it came off.

But there was still a problem. I had this huge puddle of red Germex on my desk. Just then Matt raised his hand again. I quickly set my books on my desk, thinking to myself, “Great, now my books are going to have red stains on them, now I’m really in trouble.”

           The teacher came over to help Matt then went back to her desk. I picked up my books and to my surprise my book covers kind of shed the liquid so nothing got on my books.

           Then about one minute before the bell Chandler pretended to sneeze and acted like he needed a Kleenex. He grabbed me about six Kleenexes and we got it all cleaned up just before the bell rang.

           If I had not gotten it cleaned up I would have confessed to the teacher, but since I got it taken care of, I didn’t see the point.

  This last weekend my mom and dad and I went on this short vacation to Missouri. The reason we went there was because this one gardening place that we buy seeds from was having this festival were some plant vendors and other vendors came to sell their stuff.

 On the way there we went right by St. Louis and got some good pictures of The Arch. We went through some pretty short mountains on the way, too.

 The motel that we stayed at was Munger Moss. How great is that? Anyway, when we got there my dad went in to get the key while my mom and I waited in the car. After a while of waiting my dad came out and told us to come in and check “this” out. “This” was a bunch of old toys that this old lady that owned the place had collected. She also had a whole bunch of turquoise rings and stuff in her little shop too. My dad asked her where to get good barbeque and she said that this place down the road called Dowd’s was a good place. Of course, being me I thought that she said the place was called Doubts and had some barbeque.

 After we ate we went down to the state park and fed trout fish. 

The next day we went to the garden festival and got some plants and there were these bluegrass bands then there also was this accordion, guitar, and harmonica playing yodeling old cowboy that was singing, playing and yodeling. We also got these yummy apple fritters.

 After that we came back and hung around the motel room for a little while. Then we went to this town that had a Bass Pro Shop, and we went there. This place was the mother of all Bass Pro Shops, it was the very first one and it was ginormous! It had fishing poles and stuff that you could buy but it also had these various water critters in fish tanks. Like one of the tanks had these 6 ft. long fish that looked kind of like sword fish only their noses weren’t long enough.   Another was open on top and had big trout and ducks in it. One of the ducks was bored I think because it was diving down in the water and chasing these 2 ft. long trout then coming back up again. In another tank there was this huge snapping turtle that was about 3 ft in diameter.

 When we left there we went to this barbeque place called “The Buckingham” and had this picture of this guy riding a pig. The funny thing about was that when we used to have pigs my mom and I would ride our pigs until we fell off. It was lots of fun.

 The next day we went to a store that had a Starbucks and we got donuts and coffee. Then we went to the park and hiked a 7 ½ mile trail. At the end of the trail there was this natural tunnel that had a spring just before you went in and we were sticking our faces in it, it was ICE cold yet really fun.

 When we got done hiking we headed home and for lunch ate at this retro diner, it was kind of fun. We got home around 9:30.

 Mushrooms! I’m soooooo excited because the morels are up! Just incase you don’t know what morels are, they are really yummy mushrooms that you go and hunt for in the woods. They are soooooooo good! And here are some pictures…………