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More M's Musings
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Revolting Week by M
I'm
really having a bad week. It's been just plain torture. Monday
morning, I woke up with a head cold which has left me looking
horrible for this entire week. Trust me, if I'm UGLY, I can't
survive properly. Then on Wednesday, after sleeping until 9:15 A.M,
I awakened with the horrifying knowledge that by 5:30 that night,
I'd be in TORTURE at a 4-H officers meeting. Anyway, I sat around
blowing my nose all day, when I should have been printing my
minutes.
At about 4:0 0 I began printing, only to be
bombarded by carriage and paper jams. I RIPPED the paper out of the
printer in RAGE, time after time. The clock ticked ominously as time
flew away. It was 4:30, and only half of my pages were printed. I
would certainly be a FAILURE as a secretary. After 5 minutes of
fuming over the unruly printer, Mom came and remedied the problem
somehow. While the remaining pages were printing, I SLOBBERED powder
on my inflamed nose, curled my short, brown lashes, shoved on my
watch, and decided that being late was better than not arriving at
all.
At 5:25, I was busy stapling together the pages
(important). At last I was finished. I flung myself into the minivan
and was off. I was let out of the van and scurried into the high
school. BREATHLESS, I entered the classroom. The three other
officers were already there. Since my information is necessary, I
presumed they were waiting for me. After deciding on the roll call
topic and writing the agenda, the members assembled and the meeting
began. As I set out my papers, I discovered that two of them were
stapled on the WRONG side. I felt like the man on a TV show who puts
10 spoonfuls of sugar in his coffee.
It seemed that the
LAUGHTER and WHISPERING during my minutes was much more obnoxious
than usual last night. During treats and drinks time, I was drinking
my Hawaiian Punch and took a sip that somehow went down the wrong
way. I CHOKED and coughed. I refused to let myself have a coughing
fit at a meeting, and nearly DIED in the process. At least it was
better than having some good Samaritan give me the Heimlich
maneuver. At 7:32 I left the meeting, and a couple hours later dozed
off to sleep without brushing my teeth or writing in my diary. Today
is a new day, and I've already set myself up for something HORRIBLE.
I'm not understanding my Beginning Algebra...(who cares which 4
consecutive numbers have a sum of 870?). I also somehow got in a
FIGHT with my sister. It's 12:35, my hair is uncombed, my lips are
chapped, my nose is orange, and my MOUSTACHE is becoming blacker
with each moment.
What's a girl to do?
©3/11/10
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