today i realized something: the more i write papers, the more insane i become. check it out:

from my descriptive paper, in which i wrote about my lost panda key.
I was able to come up with several other theories, but they all seemed to be the plots of poorly written horror movies (the panda key never existed to begin with, my stalker ex-boyfriend stole it and is going to stab me with it the next time he sees me, et cetera). I have come to accept the fact that the panda key will never be found, seen by my payment of twenty dollars to the Student Life Office at Geneseo.

from my informational paper, in which i wrote about scooters.
When I first got my scooter, I set aside a whole weekend to learn how to ride it. My dad took me to Parking Lot Q in the MCC parking lot (we live across the street), handed me the helmet, told me to sit on the seat, and turned the scooter on. I freaked out, afraid that I would tip over, or that I would be able to stop, or that I was going to die a painful and fiery death. After remembering how to breathe, I slowly pulled the clutch towards me, and found myself not tipped over, not springing forward at tremendous speeds, and not dead. In short, it was fantastic.

from my comparison paper, in which i wrote about rotary phones versus cell phones.
Cellular phones, on the other hand, are not so beneficial. First of all, style can be a big problem. To get a cool looking phone, you have to scrape together a couple of month’s worth of your paycheck, and then maybe sell an organ on the black market or something. And if you are able to do that, you are stuck with this flimsy piece of plastic that will be destroyed if you drop it, sit on it, put it in the wash, or run over it with your car. If any of those things happened to a rotary phone, more damage would occur to the floor, your butt, the washing machine, or your car tire, than would happen to your telephone.

FRES:
i’m really having a super fun time, for reals. the kids are a handful and a half, but i’m really learning a lot. the kids call me the assistant teacher (makes me smile every time), and i think i’ve struck a balance between being a disciplinarian and being a friend, which is good. and i’m getting pretty good at reading books aloud. and i’m enjoying the grade school flashbacks that i’ve fallen victim to. oh, and did i mention that instead of doing 25 hours of service learning (the required amount), i’m doing around 150 hours? hahaha.

BRIGHTON REC:
nothing really special to write home here. it’s pretty much the same as always. i play games all day and get to hang out with my friends, and i get paid for it. plus the kids are awesome. duh.

MCC:
i got 100 on my first paper! i had another due today, and i have high hopes for that one too. the class itself is… odd. i expected a college-level course about writing, but it seems like i’m just relearning (not that i forgot) all the essay-writing skills that i developed in high school. we went over how to format an essay (paragraph one: introduction (hook + thesis), paragraph 2: body paragraph (topic sentence, information with examples, transition statement)…) for friggin’ an hour and a half. for serious?

as written in an essay by a 3rd grader:
After we finished griling the hambergers, I yelled to my brother “Let’s eat Randy!”

as written in an essay by a college student:
Fishing is my scapegoat away from life.

oh, and as overheard during indoor recess:
I could never drink Red Bull. I can’t believe people like the taste of bull urine.

that is all.

9am-3pm: subbed at CRPS
3pm-6pm: worked at ASP
6pm-9pm: class at MCC

subbing was super cool. i had a packet of responsibilities and spent a majority of the day moving from one side of the school to the other (man have they added on a lot since i went there!) to switch to helping a different teacher. what exactly did i do, you ask? the following:

- made some copies
- washed some dishes
- supervised a class during lunch (for the same teacher i had for 1st and 2nd grade!)
- took a class out to recess
- helped cut out shapes for animals heads and bodies
- made some more copies
- supervised a class when the teacher had to go to a meeting
- made even more copies
- got a class ready to leave and brought them to the buses

i was a celebrity there, with my pink hair and all. sometimes when i walked past classrooms, students would run out into the hallway to gawk at me, before their teachers yelled to them to get back in the room. plus i saw a lot of kids from after school. they were all like, “lanni!” and i was all like, “yo, it’s miss m!” not really, but you get the general idea.

oh, and i’m working at FRES tomorrow and friday too! the sub caller left me a voicemail saying they needed me to fill a spot in a new program that doesn’t even have staff yet. she mentioned something about seeing if i’m interested in the position. hmm?