Today the AP English classes went to pick strawberries. Why, you ask? Because we read the Grapes of Wrath and went to learn about labor and such. Picking those suckers is a difficult task. And I'm so out of shape that that on top on mowing my lawn yesterday has left me with sore muscles in areas that hardly matter. But we got to keep as many flats [or 12 small baskets] as you picked. Strawberry milkshakes, tonight!
A lot of my friends are in AP classes [like C!] so it was cool being able to be with them for this laborous expedition. The beautiful German was also there with her American and we smiled at eachother a couple times.
When we got back to school with our flats of strawberries, younger students were in absolute awe. It was like we were wearing strange outfits or something. We were slightly harrassed. C told somebody to fuck off when they started to reach for her strawberries [not metaphorical!] and C's a sweetheart, but retaliation against stupidity was necessary.
Today has been a good day: earning strawberries, missing out on some school, taking a field trip with plenty of awesome kids, C, smiling at the Haines look-alike.
I messaged the beautiful German [via myspace] two days ago and sent her a picture of Emily Haines and a link to Metric's myspace. She replied saying she knew Metric, just not Emily Haines. Bonus points, beautiful German. [Sometimes I find it strange that I write about my infatuation with someone I don't even know in my journal.]