We had a sub in English, and were assigned to read chapters 10 and 11. Being the good, dutiful students that we are, my friends and I did the work. We read in a happy reading circle: we sat criss-cross applesauce on the floor and switched off every sentence.
People looked at us strangely, which was the best part, but the sub pretended not to notice. Then we came across the part with "inconceivable" and my friend shouted it, since we're all big Princess Bride fans. The sub looks up and stares right at us, says "I do not think it means what you think it means." Then she kept doing work like nothing had happened.
Made my day.
So, tonight, I have a presentation night for something called Humanities Scholar's Collaborative. A bunch of students apply, and you get to be part of the group that meets with HSC groups at other schools, and goes to local colleges to hear professors talk about something in relation to the year's theme, which this year is "the family in America." Tonight is the culminating night, in which each group performs a skit about the American family structure in an assigned decade. We're doing the 1990s.
I get to play a neighborhood gossip woman. I also get to wear a visor, scrunchie, and fanny pack - classic stereotypical suburban 90s mom. This shall be exciting.
Finally, the only other noteworthy news is that Relay For Life was last Friday. My friend and I set a goal to walk 100 laps - our track is 1/4 miles so that's 25 miles. Originally, we actually wanted 105 laps so we could say we walked a marathon, but we ran out of time. We actually had to sprint the last few laps so we could finish before they kicked everyone out at 6am. We were sprinting after having walked 24 miles.
Yeah, I could hardly move my legs for the rest of the weekend.