winter break was terrific.
(to the max)
numerous other positive adjectives could also be applied to it. it was that good.
tim and april came up, and then the whole clan met up and had an adventure, during which we deciphered clues, picked up some eels, went into a really cool old building (there were nuns in it), received instruction from a prophet named mahlon (well, not really a prophet, but he looked and sounded like one) and saw awesome animals including (but not limited to) peacocks, maras, golden pheasants, and unicorns (wait a minute, not that last one).
those are some of the things we did.
Here's what some other people had to say about it:
"Two thumbs up!" -Ebert & Roeper
"Great entertainment for the whole family." -The New York Times
"Riveting" -Newsweek
"I am not a crook" -Richard Nixon
I'm pretty sure all those quotes are accurate.
However, it's quite possible that they were talking about things completely unrelated to the adventure. Particularly that last one.
Anyway, the trip back to Florida was, shall we say, less than terrific. As we were driving through Georgia on Saturday, the car began to overheat. We put water in it, and then it stopped overheating. We stopped at the Nash's house (just north of Atlanta) for the night. After worship the next morning, the car overheated and steam started to billow from under the hood. Under the hood, we saw coolant spraying from a leaky hose. We went to AutoZone to see if they had that kind of hose. They said they did not, and that we would have to go to a Subaru dealer. They also recommended towing it to the dealer, because we might blow a gasket. Mr. Nash has AAA, so he called the tow truck. The next day, the Subaru people replaced the hose. However, the car continued to overheat, and we learned that the head gasket had blown. The car was declared dead on the scene. After a brief burial, we wondered how we would get to Florida. Most FC people who would pass through that area were already in Florida, and none of us are old enough to rent a car. Fortunately, the Diestelkamps were in the Atlanta area, and they met us and took just about all of the luggage, and also Brittany. Alyssa and I got a flight from Atlanta to Tampa- we almost missed the second part of the flight, because the first part was delayed. We ran up to the gate, and the person behind the counter had to tell the crew of the plane to wait up. We all got to Florida by the skin of our teeth.
The Nashes and the Diestelkamps were super helpful, and so was Charlotte Trefethen, who got us our textbooks and picked up Alyssa and me at the airport. I appreciated it all more than an elephant (that is to say, the mass of my appreciation is greater than that of an elephant). Without the help of these people, I would be saying this: "AAAAAAAAAARGH."
Right now, I would probably be living in a dumpster in Atlanta, wandering the streets with a crazed look on my haggard face, trying to scrape together a living by selling stray cats to chinese restaurants.
I'm in Florida now, and classes have begun. I'm taking Calculus (taught by Buddy Payne), Chemistry (part two), Bible (taught by Tommy Peeler), Honors Reading (it is a four part class), English Composition, and, uh...
well
um...
...bowling.
AAAAAAAAH WHAT
Well, there's a reason.
Now, this is an explanation, not an excuse (there is no excuse for bowling):
The reason is that I needed a PE credit, and bowling was the only PE class that fit my schedule.
The real question is, why do they have bowling as a PE course?
Well, at least it's not Bingo.
My parents got me a really cool coat. It is apparently a "pea-coat". Despite this, it is fully awesome. After I got mine, Garrett and Kyle both got "pea-coats", and Taylor already had one. And so it transpired that on Wednesday night, we were all wearing identical coats. That...that was slightly odd.
I just remembered something strange. Last semester, several times I received phone calls from people who wanted to know whether or not this is Herb's Body Shop, and is my Jeep ready yet. Remember, the green '94 Jeep Cherokee? Is it done yet? I received multiple phone calls to that effect, from several different phone numbers. Someone later suggested that I should tell the people that yes, this is the body shop, and we sold your Jeep for scrap metal because we didn't think you were coming back for it. Unfortunately, by that point the calls had stopped coming, so I never had the opportunity to cause anyone to fear for the fate of their Jeep.
well i think that's it for now
cheerio, all
remember: stop to smell the roses, keep your chin up, and maybe polish your shoes, they're looking a little scruffy.
Sincerely,
Adam "the person" Smelser |
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