Last Wednesday, I went to a bookbinding course at our public library. Today is the first day I used that knowledge to my advantage.
Backstory: My sister, Melanie, is in second grade. She's a little slow to learn to read. When I was her age, I could read a Magic Tree House book in half an hour. I was a little above average, but she's really smart, too. Yet, her inability to read in is starting to worry all of us. So, as a bribe to get her to read more, I told her that if she could read a whole Magic Tree House book and answer questions on it, I would write her a book she wants to read: The Complete Collection of Alice Cooper lyrics. Alice Cooper is her favorite singer (we've fist fought over it; KISS vs Alice. She's not budging) The only problem with Alice Cooper is that Melanie cannot for the life of her understand the verses of any song except for Poison and Lost In America. So, this lyrics book would be a really big thing. She'd learn all the words and how to read.
Today: I decided that the book would be a birthday present for her next month. Then I realized that Alice Cooper started releasing albums in the 60's and still going on today. Which meant, if you count the songs I solidly refuse to give her lyrics to, I'd have to write the lyrics for 259 songs. First, I found the cutoff point of where Melanie doesn't know of the existence of any newer albums (1994) and disregarded any album from 1994 onward. Next, I looked over the lyrics of all the songs and picked out a few that contained words that 8-year-olds shouldn't know. Grand total? 210 songs. Thank the Good Lord that Pretties For You and Easy Action have songs without many words. I'll keep you posted on my progress.
This morning, I woke up at 6 dreading school in every possible way. I'm not sure if I mentioned her, but my French/Social Studies teacher, Mrs. Read, is a horrible human being. As far as I know, no one in my class likes her.
By the time I was ready for school, it was common knowledge that we were going to have an early dismissal, due to 'predicted deteriorating weather'. In other words, SWEET! It still meant I had Mrs. Read for 2/3 periods today, but win some, lose some.
1st period: I walk to my locker and have a total brain fart. I remember all the numbers for my locker, but not the order. I fiddle with maybe 7 combinations before walking into homeroom to ask Mrs. Smith for my locker combination. I get my locker open and sit at my desk, sizing up the student teacher, who I know is going to be nowhere near as good as the last one. Mrs. Smith said his name was Remi (like the rat in Ratatouille) so I think of him as Remi, and not his teacher name. Remi and I are pretty much polar opposites. He likes sports. I don't. He likes going outside. I scoff at the idea. He likes to hunt. I think any person who shoots innocent bunnies deserves to be shot. But the worst thing: when asked what my favorite genre of music was, I responded with ROCK AND ROLL and he looked at me with mild disgust as his favorite genre is country. (Pardon while I gag)
2nd period: In which Mrs. Read asks who's ready to present their Social Studies powerpoint, and 7 hands go up AND SHE IGNORES MINE! (Head pounding on table)
Recess: Where I realized Brianna's (Bryn) eye makeup was screwed up, but it still looked better than all the usual weird makeup.
3rd period: In which Mrs. Read tells the class we have to write a speech on whatever subject we want, but in French, and it has to be 3 minutes long, and we have to prepare for a month. (Groan)
Home: Events already described above, which I would now like to continue working on.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KOQ4pkUAFbA
(Not Alice, something different from Alice)
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