What we’ve been up to…

…cleaning and organizing our basement!

One of the things on the top of my list was going through all my boxes of old school papers, letters and cards I’ve received over the years, and other mementos. I found this hilarious thing I’d written for school when I was ten. It is appropriately titled My Cat Stormy (spelling and punctuation authentic):

I have a cat named Stormy.  He is black and has orange-yelow eyes. He loves to hug me. When I want him to to come and sit with me I tap the chaire and he jumps up. If you met Stormy he woud be your favourite cat. I love Stormy.

Simply profound, don’t you agree?! [grin]

Today I also went through my big box of class notes, essays, and other paraphenilia from Logos Christian Academy (the home-school cooperative I attended for four years). Biology, Chemistry, Worldviews…they were all there!

It was bittersweet as all the memories from my time there came to mind – I remembered all the hours I spent slaving over those essays, tests, and reading assignments.

• I remembered the fun times we had at Logos, like all the little notes we scribbled to each other in class (shhhh…don’t tell :) ), and being invited to the ice-cream party one of the other classes was having, and I wasn’t even in that class! (made my day!) :)
• I remembered how cold it always was in that church where all the classes were held and how one day, the others in my class were laughing at me for wearing my gloves inside! [grin]
• I remembered how one teacher taught us the material by fabricating some rather, ahem, interesting scenarios involving iced tea and whiskey, of all things! :) Very interesting, believe me!
• I remembered tip-toeing past the church secretary’s office when she was on the phone so we wouldn’t disturb her. The poor lady had to double as crowd-control for the afternoons when we got a bit crazy!
• I remembered how one day, some of the guys threw a giant rubber snake at my sister while she was practicing the piano.
• I remembered baby-sitting the French teacher’s two little girls during her class, and how the younger one (who called me “Dunnant” because she couldn’t  pronounce my name, or anything, very well) once yelled at the top of her lungs as they were leaving “BYE DUNNANT!” It was very embarrassing! :)

And…I remembered the hard times, all the tears, and frustration I sometimes felt while working late into the night on assignments. Chemistry was especially hard for me, but thanks to the Lord…and my sister for all her help in explaining things to me, it’s over now! :)

So, that’s what I’ve been up to today! :) What about you???