First Fridays

I've survived my first official week of junior year, and I am quite proud in saying that because let me tell you, this is most certainly not going to be what I expected. Well, it half is, half isn't. I'm having conflicting feelings. Some part of me says it might be easier than I thought, but the other part is saying that everything right now is only petty back-to-school baby activities to keep us occupied and make it through to the real beginning.
Today's post will be all over the place. I will start it out by a quick anecdote about my adventure with Carrie in school today, a quite humorous escapade that may only be funny to me. Anywho, Carr, our friend Jamie, and I are in the same crafts class second period, and we were finished with our Sumi-pastel drawings so we decided to play around with the chalk and make pictures for our other teachers; it was mainly Carr and Jay, I just gave them the idea to write, "Greetings from Crafts" while I finished my masterpiece on the art of bamboo. One went to our lacrosse coach and gym teacher Nunez - or as we like to call her when she's not listening, Mel (derived from her first name) - which she thought was hysterical and immediately hung up on the board of artwork above her cramped-office desk. The other we made for our sophomore history teacher - DiNardo - who actually gave us a run for our money in the hardest history course all three of us have ever taken. She really didn't seem intimidating, but her years of teaching, agitated stomping, and random exclamations of "Folks!" all crammed into that little old Brooklyn woman were not a good mix for the class. Carr did excellent, traditionally, while Jay and I floated average, therefore making DiNardo in fact love Carrie as a student (especially since she still says hi to her in the halls). So, we made a plan to meet outside DiNardo's room at the beginning of seventh period, while Jay was in the history wing for her class and Carrie and I were on our way to lunch.
We waited and waited, but Jamie never showed so Carr forced me to take laps around the school with her, all while searching for not Jay, but DiNardo herself as she wasn't in the history office. So all while Carrie and I are taking laps around the bottom floor of the school (giggling the whole way due to that seventh-period-delirium that acquires over time), we run into our present history teacher, Eller. Let me begin by saying, he's a boss, pretty much. He played lacrosse in college and he's about twenty-four or five now, but he's awesome. And he loves Carrie, because he and DiNardo could discuss her intelligence all day, or something along those general lines.
"Mr. Eller..." Carrie sounded unamused as he flagged us down with a simple gesture of his index finger to come with him.
"What are you two doing around?" he asked. "We have a guest speaker today in class, by the way. Just letting you know."
Oh. "Oh," I said quietly.
"We had to give something to DiNardo but then we couldn't find her so now we're just walking around," Carr added over my pathetic 'meep' of a response.
"Well I can take you to her!" Eller offered, feigning enthusiasm.
"No, that's really oka - "
"Nah, I insist." You could see it in his smile that he knew damn well what he was dealing with. So every few seconds he'd glance back at us to make sure we were still there, keeping up with him and whatever he was talking about, but I could see that this was a mission only completable with Jay there with us. And Carr could sense that, too.
As soon as Eller got upstairs Carr and I stayed behind, and just as he said the words, "Mrs. DiNardo" to the open door of the history office that's when we booked it.
She slammed her laptop case into my chest, sending a shockwave through my body and sending me sprawling towards the first door I saw as she shouted, "Run!"
Then, she proceeded to hiss, "Not that door," dragging me further down the hall towards the cafeteria stairs with Eller calling after us. And who do we see when we turn frantically around the corner? Three of the most popular girls in our grade ditching class - one of them on lacrosse, a girl named Erin. The other two just stared at us blankly as if to say, "What the hell is going on?"
"Hi!" Erin said, just as confused as we were when Carr shoved me down the stairs, waving her goodbye and we plunged into the cafeteria, breathing hard and laughing hysterically. We denied everything in eighth period history class to try and play mind games on Eller when he blamed us for ditching him ("Deny, deny, deny!"), but something told me that didn't work.
So that was the first topic, now onto the SECOND topic of today - don't you think it's hot when a guy turns down alcohol? Maybe not for some, but any teenaged boy in his right mind wouldn't do that, especially not at a high school rager. Well the boy that I just so happen to take a fascination in denied alcohol at my friend's party, saying that he doesn't drink. How sexy is that? Am I right? A bad boy is fun, but a good boy is better. Especially when he's smart, plays varsity football/lacrosse, and looks like a god.
It's not really the physical/immediate-personality traits that attract me to him, though, like most girls in my school. It's his mystery, his obscurity, his alluring voice, his curious smile - his intelligence and insightful words draw me to him. He's certainly not like other guys, I've come to learn that. But who would fall in love with a girl like me?
Oh well. We're not getting into this. That stuff is for tween angst omigod-my-crush-doesn't-love-me blogs that will get nowhere in life. Hopefully, this blog is getting somewhere.
The last thing I wanted to discuss was the tenth anniversary of 9/11. Well, it's not really something I want to full on discuss, but just something I wanted to tap base on, because it is a pretty touchy subject with a lot of people. It's not exactly the actual event, but perhaps something more in the area of this coming anniversary, in what we should expect for that day.
I'm not saying we're safe, I'm going to tell you that right now. Because we definitely aren't. Bin Laden was no dumbass, he knew what he was doing and he knew how to do it. Sure, we caught him and a bunch of his righthand men but there will always be backup, and that's what the government needs to understand. Letting our guard down means showing weakness and opens spots for attacks to begin again, and we can't let that happen. We can't have a repeat of what happened ten years ago. It just can't be that way.
I don't want to live in fear, either, though. But these days, you can't trust anyone or anything. That's just sad, isn't it? You can't trust the guy living nextdoor, because he might be a rapist! Or you can't trust the guy working at the local grocery store, because he might blow up the town one day! It's pathetic, what we've all become. All this 'revenge' nonsense has got to stop and they've got to cut it out now. What are we, second graders? We're gonna fight this one out, seriously?
I don't know. I just don't know. It's not fair to everybody else.