The Day of Fun…Known as the Fun Day

Disclaimer: This post is from the archives, and may not represent the current views of the author. It also may not be at all interesting to read. Continue at your own peril!

I’m not even sure where to begin talking about today. Lots of stuff happened, and so I suppose the best thing to do would be to just start at the beginning and hope I don’t end up writing an entire book on all the details of today.

Basically, today was our school’s “Fun Day.” The first part of the day, however, is never that fun, since it involves cleaning out the lockers and cleaning up the classrooms as well. So we did that, and some of us also went upstairs to the room with the piano to set up chairs for our final chapel of the year. Zac and I also had to set up our guitars, so we did that and then practised a little bit before the chapel actually started. Basically, this final chapel is devoted to the Grade 12s imparting their words of wisdom. Each of them also gets to pick a song to sing as well. On top of the actual Grade 12s this year, though, we also had Jael speak, since she’s going back to Switzerland after this year, and Bethany, since this is her fifth year, and she didn’t get to speak last time since she was sick. So, in all, we had five people speaking and five songs.

I really enjoyed all that each of the people had to say. It really challenged me to think; Jael spoke a bit about trying to escape from problems, and Jon spoke mostly about encouragement and how we’re all brothers and sisters in Christ – siblings in one big family. Lana talked about making choices and taking every opportunity – seizing the day, if you will. Bethany talked about standing up and being different rather than trying to be like everyone else. I appreciated all that they had to say, and I can only hope that what I said helped someone in that room. I just talked about some of the things God had been teaching me over the past year – things about attitude and also not doing things with my own strength, but instead relying on God. I’d have been just as happy to have not spoken. I mean, I’m a writer, not a speaker. I’d rather have written something out and given it to everyone there instead, although at the same time I was excited to speak to them. It was my chance to share what God has been teaching me, and though I didn’t want to talk, I did it anyways, because I was hoping for the chance that it could help someone else. That in itself would just make everything worth it.

I really liked what Bethany had to say. Although she didn’t speak for as long as everyone else, what she said was still important. She gave out Smarties to everyone as an analogy of being different – since Smarties are different colours, you see. One of the things she said right at the beginning kind of struck me the wrong way, though – I mean, I understood what she was trying to say, but it could have been taken another way. She was talking about being set apart and different, and not trying to be like someone else. She then mentioned how she had this tendency to observe how some people acted, and then tried to become like them. She saw it as a bad thing, but I saw it a different way. I remember thinking, “Hey, that’s not a bad thing in itself. It’s just a matter of who you’re trying to become like. Maybe the better idea would be to, instead of trying to shut that impulse off completely, just set your sights on becoming like the right Person – Jesus Christ, that is.” That’s what I thought in my head. It popped in there as clearly as I just wrote it down, and although I knew what she was saying, that in itself got me thinking. I tried thinking about it in my own life; although I’ve gotten away a lot from the trap of trying to change who I am to fit in to certain crowds, I still have that tendency, and I could have thought the same thing in regard to myself. It was definitely an interesting thought.

Anyways, after singing and sharing our words of wisdom, we headed over to Shade’s Mills Conservation Area in Cambridge or something. A bunch of us played volleyball on the sand court they had there; that was fun for awhile, until people started switching teams and screwing up on purpose. After playing that for a while, I headed back to the place where we had dropped our bags and just sat there for a while, talking with Bethany and Melissa. They’re pretty much freaks. They tried several times to grab my arms and legs and drag me to the water to dump me in. I got away from them all three times. One time they were pretty close, because I was trying to pull away, but I couldn’t get any traction with my feet. Then I’m like, “What am I doing? I can just use my arms.” I pulled myself up and then basically pulled them towards me instead of them pulling me towards them. Then I used my snake-like techniques to wriggle my arms free. At one point Zack joined in and grabbed my leg, so that kind of didn’t help. There I was trying to free my arms, and having to hop on one leg at the same time. What I ended up doing was to free one of my arms far enough to grab Zack’s hands and pull them away. Anyways, the point of the story is that I ended up getting away – and I never got thrown in the water.

We sat there until about 2:30 PM, and then left. People were playing frisbee, football, baseball, and anything else they could think of, and I was just sitting down talking, etc. I was practicing my techniques for getting close to a girl on Steph, since she was sitting beside me. There was the classic counting shoulders technique, and the “Oops, I’m sorry, I thought that was my leg” routine. That one works every time. I have yet to use the “Oops, I’m sorry, I thought those were my lips” technique on anyone, but I’m sure it’d work. I just can’t really practice it, because that’s just a little strange.

So anyways, we headed back to school, and then went over to Lana’s house for a barbecue. I’m not sure what to say about that. People talked, and basketballs kept hitting food everywhere since people were shooting the ball from a hundred thousand feet away so it’d bounce off the rim really hard and go off in every direction. There was lots of food, and it was really good – but I suppose any food is good when you’re hungry. Any food is also good when it’s barbecued, so that’s an added bonus. Anyways, a few people told me to go to volleyball tonight at Central. I thought about it for a little while, then finally decided I wouldn’t. On the one hand, it’d be fun and everything, but on the other hand, I’m tired and I have an exam tomorrow as well. It’s not like I’m really studying or anything, but I didn’t really feel like trying to convince my parents to let me go – that’d be the first argument they’d bring up.

I left there at about 6:00 after calling my dad for a ride. People were throwing water at each other, and plans were in the works to get out the hose and spray a whole group of people. Fortunately, I wasn’t in that group, but in the ensuing firefight, I’m sure there’d be casualties on both sides. I’m not big into being casual, so I was glad when my dad came (okay, that didn’t really make sense, and it was a bad pun, so please forgive me). And now, here I am, typing into a little box on the computer. That’s about the entire day. I could go into even greater detail, but it’s just not interesting enough. I picked out the highlights, so I think I did the day justice. I guess one of the more maddening aspects of the day was when Melissa stole my gum. She asked me for a piece of gum, and so I handed the package to her, and she took one. Then I think I insulted her or something, so she got mad and decided to punch out all the pieces of gum. I tried getting them, but she gave one to Zac and popped the other one in her mouth. I was mad, so she took the gum out of her mouth and said, “I haven’t chewed it yet, do you want it?” I snatched it out of her hand and popped it in my mouth. I think she was a little disgusted, considering it had just been in her mouth, but hey – it’s my gum, and I don’t think stupidity is contagious, so I figured I was safe.

I think I’m done writing for today. I could put in some inspiring moral at the end here, but the only one I can think of is something like, “Girls are lethal; please, if you know what’s good for you, stay away from them at all costs.” Of course, then I could be labelled a hypocrite since I always hang around girls, but I suppose I could pass it off as “research.” I’m on the front lines delivering up-to-date information on the latest moves of the enemy. Why are they enemies, you ask? Well, because females are intent on murdering the sanity of every last male on this planet. They’ve already succeeded in gaining so many men and carrying them around on leashes, and us few men that are left fighting in the resistance movement need all the reconnaissance we can get. I’m one of those brave souls who is willing to give my life for this cause and sneak in under enemy radar to get information. Maybe I’ll write a book about it some day…

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