Journal Entry #7

AH I JUST MISSED IT!!!!! DAMN IT I SHOULD HAVE DONE THIS BEFORE TAKING
A BATH!

Oh well.

SCHOOL SLEEPOVER! IT WAS AMAZING! SO SO SO NICE!

Okay. P.E. Friday was relay races, finished early. Tevvy and some other got to work
with the first prank; covering Mr. Staffman's car with sticky notes. They wrote things
like "HA HA HA HA!" on them, and everyone's names, and a policeman on patrol even
helped them and wrote "Policeman was here"!

We all hung out in the school for a while. We played in the kids' playground, we had a
dance party in the Judaics room, and the 6th graders pranked us by saying things into
the intercom like "seventh and eight graders please come to the front door, we are
waiting."

So, we eventually got to Staffman's house. TO continue what happened, I'll write
tomorrow because I'm EXHAUSTED! I'll write in points to help me remember, though.

-Lots of pranks -unpacking -(Roommates) Gina, Connie, Melissa, Mad -getting ready
for Shabbat -driving to synogogue -running around, hanging out -fake hamburger
-Storytelling -meal, Mr. Staffman, seatings -Storytelling cont. -rants about teachers
-the "master" -bathroom

-Mrs. Staffman's adventure

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Update, 5/10/15: I never did get around to writing it. I will attempt to do so now, but I
don't remember it so clearly. This is unfortunate. I will try my best, though.

Since the whole 6-8th grade girls wouldn't fit in the Staffman's house, we split up into
several houses. I was in one room of the Staffman's, along with the rest of the seventh
and eigth graders. The sixth grade went somewhere else.

Tevvy led a prank on Mr. Staffman that involved running around with clear tape and
plastic wrap, shouting and laughing and spinning him in the chair we were binding
him to. Someone took off his shoes, and someone else squeezed toothpaste onto
him. I think mustard, as well. It was... an odd experience.

We all rushed around, some taking showers and applying makeup on one another,
some doing eachother's hair... We drove to shul before sunset and stayed there for a
while before eating in the next room (formerly our school lunchroom). Before that,
actually, we were in one of the old classrooms, where Mr. Staffman began telling us a
story. I can't remember exactly why I did it, but at one point I threw a fake hamburger
at him, I think because in the story he said something funny that was related to
hamburgers... He was a little mad at me until he understood the joking intention
behind it. After eating, he finished the story. 

 The walk back was when we noticed that Mrs. Staffman was nowhere to be found.
I have lost all vividness of this account, but we found her in the end. I don't remember
what happened. Something to do with her staying at her inlaws because the door was
locked, and not knowing where we were...

I don't remember what I was going to say about "rants about teachers". I have no
idea what "the master" means. About the bathroom, well, there was a bathroom near
the lunchroom, I think we were messing around in there... Oh, yeah, the lights ended
up getting accidentally switched on and off repeatedly, and I took advantage of that
and was scaring girls by laughing or screaming... I really don't remember much. 

 

 

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8/5/15

Haha, I vaguely remember some more details now. The "master" was something in the bathroom involving Tevvy and I, as well as one other person I can't recall. I think it was Mad. It probably, most definately was Mad. I think that when the lights were off, we hid in the stalls and started pretending to be some demented cultists or something who were following some crazy cult leader who was played by Tevvy, and scaring the crap out of anyone who entered our domain.

Also, in the room we slept in, I remember singing everyone to sleep together with Mad. I've done that before, but always by myself. I used to sing Japanese lullabies to my friends until they fell asleep, but then I would feel lonely and sad and take a lot longer to doze off myself.

Anyway, we must have sang loudly, because Mr. Staffman complimented me the next day. I was rather embarassed.

I was really grateful to Mad for that, at the time.

God, I miss her.

God, I hate her.

Oh, I just wish things didn't have to turn out the way they did.