As they say, the pure and simple truth is rarely pure and never simple… As part of the Middle School’s ‘murder’ of the Literature classes, my brother had to take Spanish class this year. ( poor child ). Almost everyday when he came home, my brother complained about his Spanish teacher, Ms. AnnaMaria Morales, who is from Ecuador… I always told him that it couldn’t be as bad as Adv. Spanish one with Mrs. Simmons, who is also from Ecuador. ( See where I am going with this? ). He tried to convince me otherwise by telling me tales of this Morales lady, and on several occasions, I had come to believe that Ms. Morales and Mrs. Simmons were one in the same, but my suppositions were quickly falsified upon learning that she had been working at the Middle School for two years. Mrs. Simmons was working at the High School last year… She couldn’t possibly be working at two school’s, could she? My brother was looking through his yearbook tonight and upon looking at one picture, he began to scream and called me over. Upon seeing the picture, I too began to scream. What I saw was cleary Mrs. Simmons, but the caption labeled her as Ms. Morales. After talking to a few people, I decided to look at my sister’s year book ( from my freshmen year. ). When looking through the staff pages, I noticed that half the people were either pink slipped, or retired. Anyway, I eventually came to a picture that I recognized to be Mrs. Simmons. The caption read “Mrs. AnaMaria Simmons.” Mr. Berthellete did it, Mrs. Charabacz ( spelling? ), and yes, Mrs. Simmons did it too! After I finished with that, I continued to look through the yearbook. I found the it to be slightly depressing, as 3/4 of the classes depicted therein have graduated ( mine obviously being the only one that hasn’t ).
I just happend to be listening to some Wizard of Oz songs and talking to Lea a month or two ago. I think I was hyped up on coffee or something, because I told her I felt like frolicking and singing the Yellow Brick road song. Through some more discussion, we finally decied that I would frolic past her house no later than the sixteenth of June, two-thousand five ( anno domini ). I procrastinated, but I finally got around to it today. I imagine it was a pretty funny sight. The pictures she took don’t near capture the essence of the frolicking, but I do look like a total idiot. ( it is kind of hard to capture frolicking in a still picture… )
Yeah… So I’m doing a thing for the dance dudes the next couple of days… I suppose I’ll write about that later. ( about $20/hr for pressing play… )
As I stated earlier, I finally have a respectable version of my livejournal synchronization plugin. I decided it would be a good idea to copy ALL of the posts from this blog to my LiveJournal, so I made a nice five line function to do just that. I accidentally ran the function three times. ( and I didn’t put any stupid-proof measures in it… I figured I wasn’t stupid enough to do that… ooops.. ) After I realized that I ran it three times, I also realized that I forgot the linkback feature (oops…), so I wrote a program to delete my whole live journal… Alas, I got it posted, but there was an error in the comment settings piece, so now comments are disabled on all of those entries… ANyway… in the course of ten minutes, I posted over 300 entries, deleted over three hundred, then posted somewhere over one hundred. I kind of feel bad for the livejournal server :-\…