There's Nothing Like an Emergency to Wake You Up in the Morning

It's taken me a while to actually find time to write this, so this story takes place a few days ago:

It was Tuesday morning, and I was tired. I went to my first class, gym, knowing that we were doing yoga. That can't be too bad for a day when I'm feeling tired, I thought. In gym class, we learned a sequence of yoga positions called the Sun Salutation. First you stand with your hands together, then reach your arms over your head. Then you bend down and touch the ground, bending your knees if you have to. Breathe 5 times, and with each exhale, straigten your knees out more. Then you put one foot backwards into a lunge, then the other foor into plank position... you go through a few more positions until it goes back to the head to knees position and the arms over head and back to where you started.

First we did it with the right leg back, then the left leg back, always for some reason repeating the middle section multiple times. Eventually my hamstrings began to get sore from being stretched and my triceps (I think they're my triceps) were tiring from downward-facing dog position. Between each major section of yoga-ing, we rested for maybe thirty seconds in child's pose. My gym teacher taught us another position called pigeon, which is like a split but with the front leg bent. Then we added this into the middle of the sequece, and repeated the sequece a few more times. I was thinking about how this could be called torture in yoga form. :)

By the end of the class I was practically collapsing with exhastion. I plodded along the hall, flopped into a chair in my homeroom, and stared straight ahead. Eventually I had enough energy to at least talk a little bit to people in my homeroom. Then suddenly, everyone in the class started crowding around the door as I heard someone say, "Why is that locker smoking?!" I rushed over and sure enough there were billows of smoke comming out of a locker. I considered whether maybe someone had put a piece of dry ice in the locker, but soon teachers began to herd us back into the room and direct us out the room's back door as the fire alarm went off.

We went outside, trying to find the place where our homeroom was supposed to meet, but we couldn't find it. When it was time to re-enter the building, we saw on the ground our room number, right around where we had been wandering. We were in the right place all along!!!!!

What with all the excitment and cold outside, I realized I was feeling much more awake. The rest of the day was pretty much normal--except for one event. It was lunch, and I was sitting at a table with only two other people because everyone else who usually has lunch with us was mysteriously not there. ('cilla from this blog was there. I feel like I must give her due credit.) Anyway, Ms. S, the housemaster for our grade walked over. If you didn't already know, she is infamous for making strange conversation with students involving lunch. So, Ms. S came over and said, "French fries and mozzarella sticks! Who would of thunk it!"

We all stared in shock for a moment. Eventually, one of us thought of something to say. "Um...yeah, I guess we don't usually think of it as strange because it's been a common school lunch since middle school."

"Yeah," Ms. S said, "But the lunches are supposed to be healthy and yet we have french fries and fried mozzarella sticks. I asked, 'what goes with the mozzarella sticks' and they told me, 'the french fries' !"

I babbled something about how we're used to the school lunches so we never really thought about it that way, and eventually she left. I mean, if she's trying to start conversation, it's certainly a weird method to say something that leaves everyone speachless!

-Rebecca