Fantastic Thing-that-happened-in-the-past-week #1) Lookie look! I'm a guest blogger over at Alice's CWIM blog! Hopefully we'll get some interesting discussion rolling about the Edward/abusive-relationship stance. I know from the reactions I got on my blog that it can be a very intense discussion. Can't even imagine what could happen on a blog with 282 followers!
Thing #2) Fabulous things are spreading. Teehee.
Thing #3) I can't for the life of me figure out how to link to Twitter, but apparently today is #queryday (formerly #queryfail).
Thing #4) Mini Cadbury eggs. A sharp contrast to the picture used in the contest this week, but probably a lot less nauseating after eating.
Thing #5) The Tudor Tool is coming along swimmingly. I have the first 250+ words down, and everything else in early outline stages. Wait-- what? You, you want a snippet? Well, I suppose I could post what I have so far. But keep in mind two words: rough draft.
In first grade, I got detention for correcting Miss Surbotski on the historical inaccuracies of the movie Aladdin.
In third grade, I got detention for telling Mrs. Walter that the bouquet of evening primroses and snapdragons her husband had delivered to school represented inconstancy and deception.
In fourth grade, I got detention for starting a fight between Katie Smith and Docker Lewis. Katie was pretending to be a medieval princess and Docker was the knight who was supposed to save her. When I pointed out that princesses were generally handed over to the richest men, Docker took that as his cue to leave Katie locked in the tower of the tunnel slide. Katie didn’t take too kindly to being abandoned and knocked the air out of Docker when she landed on him.
In sixth grade, I got detention for refusing to read any of the Magic Treehouse books, claiming that if I wanted to learn what didn’t happen in history, I would’ve watched Aladdin. This was a bad choice of words, because Miss Surbotski had been promoted to the sixth grade and took my refusal as a direct attack of her teaching methods. Which it was. But I didn’t expect her to get that.
Eighth grade was an event that later became known as “the spring formal fiasco.” The theme was a medieval masquerade, and Docker Lewis came as Zorro. I think he knew I would rebuke his inaccuracies and land myself in detention. I’ve summed it up to a vendetta for the Katie Smith incident.Suffice to say, by the time high school rolled around, I had learned to shut up.