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sniffnoyI'll start at the end: Blue in first. Green in second. Yellow third. Red last.
("Next year, first place!" I tried to get the rest of the Green team to shout, but this was drowned out by chants of "We beat Yellow!")
(Now to totally abandon any temporal coherence.)
My team lost horribly at dodgeball. I made the mistake of trying to actually throw the ball when I know that pretty much always gets me out.
Field Day actually started at 11:00 this year, with the time before used for various meetings. And a random sweep of the school by police dogs (one for bombs, one for drugs). Of course, they can't do that unless the school requests it... funnily enough, it threw off the timing of the meetings, not that it mattered.
So of course there were many fewer events this year, and they were all outside - they weren't letting people inside. Mostly. Notably, there was no Scrabble tournament; Sydney brought a Scrabble set and Annie and Emily and JT and Sydney and I (with Annie, Emily acting as one team, and JT, Sydney acting as another) - but there was no ground that was both in the shade and flat, and we went with the ground that was flat. Also nobody had a dictionary, so we couldn't really play the real way, but it hardly mattered as the game was interrupted early on anyway.
Oh, many props (gah, it seems so strange to use that word, but I can't think of a better one right now) to a freshman named - what is it, Lorenzo? I think that's it. Anyway, since the seniors of two years ago graduated, the [board]gaming had pretty much entirely left the school. As you may recall, junior year, I was very, very bored. This freshman named Lorenzo, though, has managed to revive it. He brings in Apples to Apples a lot, you see a bunch of people playing it at lunch all the time, he also brings in a bunch of other games and people actually play them. Yay!
Today of course I brought along my backpack, containing Puerto Rico, Carcassonne, Munchkin, my Icehouse pieces, my tarot deck, and my old, worn-out Chrononauts deck. (I can't find my EAC deck, and as for other board games, I couldn't fit any more.) Of course, last year I couldn't find players even on field day, but this year, I had a whole bunch of freshmen to play with! I had really hoped to play Puerto Rico but I didn't get the chance. Tom had insisted that there must be a game of Zendo, so we played that, with me as master, though that got interrupted too. Then some IceTowers, and then just some Durak and some variant of Palace, and then I joined the game of Apples to Apples that was going on outside. (We were playing all this in mod 6.) Then it was time for the final assembly.
One thing I'm afraid I can't avoid mentioning - in our class meeting, Mrs. VanDaalen was saying about how she would put some sign up on her door, we all know where her room is - so of course I raised my hand and said, "I don't", and she made some joke about how of course I wouldn't, I never go to the gym. (Her room is right next to it.) So everybody laughed and I found out where her room was. There was another insult in there too, which actually came first, but whatever. Afterwards, though, this random girl walks up to me and asks me, "Are you OK?" "Huh?" "After what Mrs. VanDaalen said about you. Don't mind her, she's always like that. It was really rude, though, wasn't it?"
...huh?! What the hell? What do you think I am, that I would be upset about that? And she continues on like that, not seeming to get the idea that it was a joke. People laughed. It was funny. Just an ordinary friendly insult - not that Mrs. VanDaalen is someone I would normally consider my friend, as I hardly know her, but that was the tone, regardless. Nothing rude about it. Certainly not something to be taken seriously. I don't see what the problem with it could possibly be. But, I figure, that's just this one idiot. But later I walk into Dr. Nevard's room where there's a bunch of people (this is still before the start of Field Day), and - well, a friend, who I'll not name, as I don't like to speak ill of a friend like that when obviously I forgive him for it, certainly he meant it well - walks up and gives me a hug, which I assumed was just random, but I mutter "Well, that was strange" and he replies "I thought you needed it." He, too, and several others were worried I was upset about that, and saying things about how rude Mrs. VanDaalen was.
I mean, did I look like I was offended? I mean if I did, that certainly justifies it - but I really doubt that I did, so why would people think I was? Really, before responding to a person's presumed reaction, first check that your presumption is *right*. Choketsu, who I got into a whole fight about this with on the bus, said that "Oh, well they might think you're just hiding that you're upset." Let's say I were hiding the fact that I was upset. Well then clearly I wouldn't want you to treat me as if I'm upset! That's what "hiding" means!
People implying that I would take a joke so seriously is something I find genuinely offensive. To imply I have no sense of humor! That is certainly far ruder than anything Mrs. VanDaalen might have said.
So as not to end this on such a negative note, a nice coincidence which my mom noticed a while back: This year, Field Day coincides with Lag B'Omer. :)
-Sniffnoy
("Next year, first place!" I tried to get the rest of the Green team to shout, but this was drowned out by chants of "We beat Yellow!")
(Now to totally abandon any temporal coherence.)
My team lost horribly at dodgeball. I made the mistake of trying to actually throw the ball when I know that pretty much always gets me out.
Field Day actually started at 11:00 this year, with the time before used for various meetings. And a random sweep of the school by police dogs (one for bombs, one for drugs). Of course, they can't do that unless the school requests it... funnily enough, it threw off the timing of the meetings, not that it mattered.
So of course there were many fewer events this year, and they were all outside - they weren't letting people inside. Mostly. Notably, there was no Scrabble tournament; Sydney brought a Scrabble set and Annie and Emily and JT and Sydney and I (with Annie, Emily acting as one team, and JT, Sydney acting as another) - but there was no ground that was both in the shade and flat, and we went with the ground that was flat. Also nobody had a dictionary, so we couldn't really play the real way, but it hardly mattered as the game was interrupted early on anyway.
Oh, many props (gah, it seems so strange to use that word, but I can't think of a better one right now) to a freshman named - what is it, Lorenzo? I think that's it. Anyway, since the seniors of two years ago graduated, the [board]gaming had pretty much entirely left the school. As you may recall, junior year, I was very, very bored. This freshman named Lorenzo, though, has managed to revive it. He brings in Apples to Apples a lot, you see a bunch of people playing it at lunch all the time, he also brings in a bunch of other games and people actually play them. Yay!
Today of course I brought along my backpack, containing Puerto Rico, Carcassonne, Munchkin, my Icehouse pieces, my tarot deck, and my old, worn-out Chrononauts deck. (I can't find my EAC deck, and as for other board games, I couldn't fit any more.) Of course, last year I couldn't find players even on field day, but this year, I had a whole bunch of freshmen to play with! I had really hoped to play Puerto Rico but I didn't get the chance. Tom had insisted that there must be a game of Zendo, so we played that, with me as master, though that got interrupted too. Then some IceTowers, and then just some Durak and some variant of Palace, and then I joined the game of Apples to Apples that was going on outside. (We were playing all this in mod 6.) Then it was time for the final assembly.
One thing I'm afraid I can't avoid mentioning - in our class meeting, Mrs. VanDaalen was saying about how she would put some sign up on her door, we all know where her room is - so of course I raised my hand and said, "I don't", and she made some joke about how of course I wouldn't, I never go to the gym. (Her room is right next to it.) So everybody laughed and I found out where her room was. There was another insult in there too, which actually came first, but whatever. Afterwards, though, this random girl walks up to me and asks me, "Are you OK?" "Huh?" "After what Mrs. VanDaalen said about you. Don't mind her, she's always like that. It was really rude, though, wasn't it?"
...huh?! What the hell? What do you think I am, that I would be upset about that? And she continues on like that, not seeming to get the idea that it was a joke. People laughed. It was funny. Just an ordinary friendly insult - not that Mrs. VanDaalen is someone I would normally consider my friend, as I hardly know her, but that was the tone, regardless. Nothing rude about it. Certainly not something to be taken seriously. I don't see what the problem with it could possibly be. But, I figure, that's just this one idiot. But later I walk into Dr. Nevard's room where there's a bunch of people (this is still before the start of Field Day), and - well, a friend, who I'll not name, as I don't like to speak ill of a friend like that when obviously I forgive him for it, certainly he meant it well - walks up and gives me a hug, which I assumed was just random, but I mutter "Well, that was strange" and he replies "I thought you needed it." He, too, and several others were worried I was upset about that, and saying things about how rude Mrs. VanDaalen was.
I mean, did I look like I was offended? I mean if I did, that certainly justifies it - but I really doubt that I did, so why would people think I was? Really, before responding to a person's presumed reaction, first check that your presumption is *right*. Choketsu, who I got into a whole fight about this with on the bus, said that "Oh, well they might think you're just hiding that you're upset." Let's say I were hiding the fact that I was upset. Well then clearly I wouldn't want you to treat me as if I'm upset! That's what "hiding" means!
People implying that I would take a joke so seriously is something I find genuinely offensive. To imply I have no sense of humor! That is certainly far ruder than anything Mrs. VanDaalen might have said.
So as not to end this on such a negative note, a nice coincidence which my mom noticed a while back: This year, Field Day coincides with Lag B'Omer. :)
-Sniffnoy
