a little homework [part one]

It has recently come to my attention that my AP language teacher from high school may or may not be a reader of my blog.

When my friends heard this fact they requested that I submit to my lovely readers the very first paper I wrote for this man.

He gave me a C on it.

I have nothing against my AP Lang teacher, he was one of my all-time favorite teachers and is probably the reason I maybe want to be a high school English teacher. It’s just, the paper I wrote was amazing and I feel that it should have gotten a much higher grade.

So, readers read on and tell me what you think. C material?

And Mr. W, are you really here?

Swimming in the bathtub, kiwi, and how to flirt your way onto the Alpine Slide.

During the summer a group of self-described stalkers unite with one common goal, to make history.  I had never heard of this event until a week before the event and notification came in a text message from an unknown source.  I packed my bags and headed into the unknown with my two best friends and Cody, the boy who we talk to sometimes.  I had no idea that yearbook camp would challenge even the brave.  We had a reputation to uphold, we are, after all, the American Fork Yearbook staff.  Most of the high school doesn’t know that our yearbook has been winning best over-all planned yearbook, for four consecutive years, by the Jostens printing company, which produces thousands of yearbooks every year.  We hoped that we could make it five years as we took our seats on the bus.

I hate bus rides.  I get car sick very easily, so I tried to keep my breakfast in my belly by entertaining myself with Quinci’s help.  Quinci happens remains one of the most hilarious girls I’ve ever met; you can often find us running down the halls, in dresses, on a yearbook mission.  She likes to go on adventures, pat you under your chin, and has a beautiful camera that she bought with her inheritance.  She says “Oh heavens!” all the time and it wore off on me so we both sound like old women together.  She happens to be the final editor of the yearbook.  We look back at Jami who had her head buried in The Look Book, a yearbook idea book.  Jami speaks French sometimes and can get a guy to fall in love with her while wearing sweats she’s just that beautiful (just like Quinci).  She promised me that she would teach me how to flirt your way to free rides on the Alpine Slide.  Her record is nine times. Jami’s domain contains all of the copy of the book. 

“Jami, do you sleep with that book?”  I asked, giggling at the Jr. High staff. 

“NO!  Of course I don’t!”  She laughed and put the book away.  She curled her legs up to her chest and looked at Cody, who was listening to his iPod, the sounds of a screaming guitar squealed past his white ear buds.  Cody does all the business things for our book.  Cody has done yearbook since ninth grade.  He doesn’t mind us girls jabbering on and on about how attractive some guy may be or how crazy we get sometimes.  I’m the photo editor; sometimes people call me the Photoshop queen.  After we got comfortable we all whispered ideas for the book.  We code named our greatest idea “The Kiwi”.  After we all arrived we found our advisor, Abby Olsen, and went to the first meeting.  This is just the beginning of a crazy three days.