campfire hotdogs

today was a good day. i turned in the glacier lecture i spent hours making. i know that we only had to do the lesson plan, and probably didn't have to make our lectures, but i felt like it would be good practice for me to make the lesson completely. and i have made a new friend in my medieval art history class, her name is kate. we sit next to each other during class, and get along really well.

during my class with the evil group project, i snapped at on of the jerks. he was up on the ladder trying to make a ripple in the fabric we hung by somehow using a tension rod. but he couldn't figure out how. but the answer was simple, fold the fabric behind and over the rod, then use a safety pin discretely at the edge to keep it in place. i tried to tell him, but as usual i was ignored. so i snapped. i used my 'teacher voice' and told him to get off the ladder, he did so with a stunned look on his face. i got up there and, still using my 'teacher' voice, showed the boys how to fold the fabric. they listened finally, and now the fabric is folded how i said it should be done.

i then spent the afternoon at the library. i worked a lot on my book project, and realized something. even though my story is only 3 pages typed, that will translate into probably 30 pages hand written, which is WAY to much. so i need to go through my story and clean it up some more.

then christie showed up. she is testing this saterday to try to get into the police academy, her dream is to be a cop. so she got the test study booklet, and i went through it with her, reminding her how to do some certain math and grammar stuff. i'm confident she will pass as long as she keeps a cool head.

when i got home i was expecting leftover spaghetti for dinner (YUCK!) i hate spaghetti. but dad decided we should have a campfire dinner. we had hot dogs and s'mores. major yummy! and even better since mom isn't home. she doesn't like outdoorsy stuff, so we never have campfires. and she hates how messy i am with s'mores. she likes to chase me down with a wet rag and scrub my face (and she scrubs really hard, it hurts!). cause for every s'more i eat, 1/2 the mallow ends up gooey on my face. but that's what makes s'mores so great!

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