English Class

Okay, so this blog post will have nothing to do with English class at all. I remember, though, in some book I read, there was an English teacher (not Albert Pederson, but he wasn't an English teacher, anyway) that taught her class about writing. Well, don't most English teachers? Anyway, this teacher told the class about a specific type of writing called stream of consciousness in which the student just writes and writes and writes without really bothering to make any sense of anything. I guess I'm trying that here, but I don't really know where it's going to take me. I remember I read about it in fourth grade, because we had to do some sort of journal in Mrs. Tucker's class and I tried to do stream of consciousness. But then I ended up talking about the fact that the American flag is red, white, and blue. I'm not really sure I got the point of it, because I was just looking at things and talking about them, and was making even less sense than I am right now, because here I am actually connecting my thoughts. You can actually physically see where my thoughts are going, because I wrote all of them out. The one I did in fourth grade was choppy, becasue I said "The American flag is red white and blue. The word 'dog' is on the chalkboard," and you could really tell that I had no idea what the heck I was doing. But anyway, my stream of consciousness is slowing down, and I guess that's a good thing, because I'm sick and I really need to go to bed right now. It's only 8:21, but I could really use the sleep. I never caught up from Kairos, because I had to be at Lapeer East High School for vocal solo and ensemble the next morning really early, so I didn't get a chance to sleep in. It didn't help that I was in a group with a girl who was sick when we went up there, so she just infected all of us. So now I'm sitting at the computer trying to spew out a stream of consciousness when I have less than half a glass of orange juice sitting in front of me waiting to be finished before I can go back upstairs and try to fall asleep again, in a bed that will be waiting for me comfortably. Having a runny nose really sucks, because there's no comfortable way to sleep. You can't sit up, you can't lie down, you can't do anything. And you can't keep blowing your nose, either, because your nose will turn the color of blood and you'll look like a clown. I looked like that all day, but I didn't care, because who was I trying to impress? Exactly. No one. So I just blew my nose all day. And I skipped pit band (for the musical) and working concessions and Schola practice, all so I could come home and sleep. And did I sleep? Not a wink. Yet, at least. I tried for an hour, but obviously it failed, because I'm here writing another blog post, am I not? I only have a few sips of orange juice left, and once that's gone, I am most definitely going to bed. I'll stay up there all night if that's what it takes. I want to sleep. I have people to see tomorrow, and I don't want to be coughing and sneezing all over them. Okay, I won't be doing that, but it would be nice if I didn't have to cough or sneeze at all anywhere near them. I'm not even sure if everyone's going to be there at the party tomorrow. I know at least four of us will be. One might go to another party, one might not be able to get a ride because he has drivers' ed and would have to be late, and one is returning from Florida today, so I'm not sure if she even remembers about the party. We're hoping she does, because we got the host a really cool present (it's a really late birthday party), and it won't be nearly as cool if not everyone is there to see it. But alas, my orange juice is gone, and even though I'm getting better at typing the word 'juice,' I still want to go to bed. So I'm going to try one more time to cuddle up underneath my covers, forget about my stupid runny nose, and go to sleep. Off I go, and if you read this whole thing, I applaud you, because it was rather long and boring. But hey, that's me. Well, my talking, not me. I'm sure I'm not long; I get made fun of for being short all the time! So anyway, off I go, to the land of sweet dreams, and the land where the beds bite. Yeah, that's right, the bed bites me.