Chinese Yo-yo class... NOT a good thing! Trapped in there with 5 boys-gone-whack, and one crazy 8 year old girl named Michelle. Like, really- I'm the only one who gets in trouble. This is what happens most of the time (something like this):
I don't bring my yo-yo on 'stage' with me. They scream. Okay, then I bring it. Nathan messes up. He gets MY yo-yo. I get screamed at for my yo-yo not being on.
Michelle pulls me, 'Don't go!' 'I need to get up there, Michelle!' And I get screamed at for HER pulling on me.
If THAT'S not enough, all the boys think that yo-yos are footballs, so the room is a disaster. 'Alan, catch!' 'Aw!' *rolls on floor, clutching stomach*
Plus, when ever I get somewhere SOMEONE decides to do some dangerous trick that includes swinging the yo-yo around. And I 'happen' to get hit. Then I get screamed at for GETTING hit.
Yesterday, Michelle made a big tower out of the yo-yos, all stacked up, then Calvin decided to swing his yo-yo sticks to destroy the tower... at MY direction! So I get slapped with his yo-yo string in the progress (hurts!) AND all the heavy yo-yos come crashing down on ME! So while I'm still recovering from the shock and am trying to non-paralyze again, everyone's screaming at me to get in my spot.
I'm kind of glad that Tian Run (yeah, that's his name) isn't here anymore... The only thing that could be said to him was, "Tian Run, stop tying the string around your neck!" And Andrew... "Clean up your drool!" Andrew was this spoiled 6 year old who still drooled ALL over the floor and didn't know how to close the bathroom door.
*sigh* Don't I just have the GREATEST times on FRIDAY nights (while everyone ELSE is seeing Alice in Wonderland)?
