Monday, April 29, 2013
Hobby Hobby Hobby
So I have a hobby. I like to put videos together. Sometimes they turn out pretty cool. Like this one that I made for my cousin's ambassador admission at the U of U. Enjoy!
Distressed and Disgusting
The memories I made in High School are countless. I could laugh for hours on end at the crazy, odd, and hilarious things I did with my friends. The problem is that I am finding that I really wish I would've written down a lot of my memories because they are fading from my mind which is the last thing I want. We are all grown up and moving on now, but I never want to forget the fun I had growing up with some of the greatest friends life could've offered me.
Today I'd like to share with you one of my high school memoirs. A) Because I really want to write this one down so I can read it 20 years from now and laugh just as hard as ever. and B) To share it with all of you because it really is a crazy, odd, hilarious, and might I add disgusting moment that has made me laugh still to this day.
Let's rewind to Junior year.... The second to last day of school....
It was a beautiful, gorgeous day. Just how you always picture your last days of school would be; The sun was shining, birds singing... you know, all those crazy cliches that you image. The day started much like any other day with the students assembling in the commons, covered in spring colors and wearing shorts much to their pleasure. As a junior I was part of the Chorale choir which happened to meet this particular day. We all entered the choir room, took our seats, and waited for our teacher, Ms. M, to come give us instruction. The feel in the air was different. Was this the moment she was going to announce the following year's school musical*?
*Side Story: We were all anxiously waiting to hear what Ms. M would be directing for our senior year. She had planned to tell us the end of Junior year so that we could be prepared. We were choir geeks... we lived for this stuff.
Ms. M walked in, and the class held their breath as she said, "Boys, start growing your hair out, because we are going to be doing THE SCARLET PIMPERNEL next year!!!" And the crowd went wild!!!! We had hoped and prayed, but there were the words we were waiting to hear. So excited to be performing the beautiful, and genius musical, The Scarlet Pimpernel. (I'm telling you. We were the extreme definition of choir geeks.)
Well the day continued on. A bunch of us piled in a car and decided to go to Dicks Market for lunch. Who could pass up a daily special complete with lots of fry sauce? We ate, we laughed, we joked, and we headed back to our final class of the day. I don't even remember what class I had at the end of that day... I don't remember because I never did go...
Nope, instead of going to class, I headed with my best friend, Chase, to Bountiful Music to buy, you guessed it, the music to the Scarlet Pimpernel. Obviously more important than school. Well we took our new purchase back to the school and decided to still not go back to class. Instead we got our stuff together and met ever so randomly at a garbage can by the Drivers Ed room. Why? I couldn't tell you at the time. Now it is much clearer.
So there Chase and I sat discussing the end of school, the summer, but most importantly, the announcement of the new musical while excitingly flipping through our new book. When all of the sudden I looked down the hall only to find my other bestie, Sam, hurrying towards us.
She was white as a ghost.
She was urgent.
She had her hand over her mouth.
She was going to puke.
Now, for those of you who know me, you know that I am a huge phobic of throwing up and anyone in the process. When I see the signs of a puker, my fight or flight response says, "Lauren get the HECK OUT OF HERE!"
Well here came Sam with ever so obvious signs of my fears coming true. Not to mention our pal Shelby racing along side of her telling us to move quickly away from the garbage can. Which you can bet I did. As fast as my feet would move.
There was just one problem with this picture.
Chase had his back turned to the urgency quickly coming towards him. He must of seen the horror in my face because he kept saying, "Lauren? Lauren what's wrong? Lauren?" But before I could answer I was booking it down to the far end of the hall, still watching from a distance where I saw my fears unfolding on Chase as Sam threw up on his back on her way to the trash can.
The happiness and joy of the second to last day quickly was gone on Chase's face as he exclaimed, "Wh...whhh...whhhaat....WHAT IS ON ME!" Only to turn to his left and see our close friend hurling her daily special all over the place.
I might of added Chase is a bit of a throw up phobic too...
Chase, in shock, slowly headed my way covered in an unspeakable substance. He looked over himself, then looked up at me, and ever so desperately said... "Lauren. Help. Me."
And again, Fight or Flight kicked in and I was OFF! There I was racing down the hallways of school in session, followed closely by my vomit covered best friend pleading for my help. I wanted so badly to be the loving, nurturing person to either one of my friends in need, but when fear kicks in... it's hard to get rid of. I didn't know what to do! It was a blur!
There is one person in the world who ALWAYS knows what to do. That was my dear Jeremy, who was also Sam's boyfriend at the time. I didn't know how he could help, I just knew that he could help better than I could. He was in French class at the time, so I calmly went in and asked the teacher if I could borrow him for a moment. She agreed and out in the hall he came where I quickly raced through the important parts..
"Sam!! Throwing up! All over Chase! HELP!"
It was then that Sam turned down one end of the hall, distressed and disgusting. And here Chase came on the other end of the hall... also distressed and disgusting. I was about to be in a distressed, disgusting, friend sandwich. So again I bolted down the hall! Chase following close behind. We were both in shock. In hindsight, Chase should've headed to the bathroom to clean up, and I should've assisted... but we obviously weren't thinking straight as we frantically ran down the halls. I had to get away from him but where?!
So I did the best thing I could think of. I ducked into some random classroom. A room full of students looking at me in confusion as to why I was out of breath, and panting. I quickly said... oh don't mind me, and took my place in a desk in the front row. I believe it was sophomore english, so I was very much out of place. I took cover in the safety of the classroom for long enough for Chase to realize he needed to head to the bathroom, Jeremy to help Sam, and everyone to live happily ever after. Once I deemed it safe, I headed again to the hall where Chase was still standing there! Outside the classroom! Still exclaiming "Help me!!"
It was the never ending nightmare. In the end, Chase got cleaned up. Sam gave her stomach bug to her brother who puked in a trash can at school the next day. Jeremy still wondered why I pulled him out of french class. And we all lived happily ever after.
Now we look back and laugh about it for hours on end. Chase still has trouble forgiving me for running from him in his time of need. The best part of the whole thing is the timing of it all.
Chase and I had not gotten to the school 5 minutes before it all happened.
We had randomly decided to meet by some random trash can that wasn't near either of our classes.
It just happened to be our closest friend who was frantically running down the hall.
Lucky for Sam she threw up on someone she knew instead of some random shmuck she didn't know.
Shelby stood by Sam's side holding back her hair and rubbing her back the whole time.
Jeremy just happened to be in a class that I easily could pull him out of
It was just one of those moments I'll never forget. I remember it like it was yesterday. Little did our peers sitting anxiously in class know what was happening just beyond their doors. It brought us all together in its own unique way. What did I learn from this experience? Well, to when your friend asks why you're running down the hall, to tell him. If you don't do that, the least you could do is take a wet towel to him and help clean him up a bit.
Until next time :)
THE PLAYERS
Today I'd like to share with you one of my high school memoirs. A) Because I really want to write this one down so I can read it 20 years from now and laugh just as hard as ever. and B) To share it with all of you because it really is a crazy, odd, hilarious, and might I add disgusting moment that has made me laugh still to this day.
Let's rewind to Junior year.... The second to last day of school....
It was a beautiful, gorgeous day. Just how you always picture your last days of school would be; The sun was shining, birds singing... you know, all those crazy cliches that you image. The day started much like any other day with the students assembling in the commons, covered in spring colors and wearing shorts much to their pleasure. As a junior I was part of the Chorale choir which happened to meet this particular day. We all entered the choir room, took our seats, and waited for our teacher, Ms. M, to come give us instruction. The feel in the air was different. Was this the moment she was going to announce the following year's school musical*?
*Side Story: We were all anxiously waiting to hear what Ms. M would be directing for our senior year. She had planned to tell us the end of Junior year so that we could be prepared. We were choir geeks... we lived for this stuff.
Ms. M walked in, and the class held their breath as she said, "Boys, start growing your hair out, because we are going to be doing THE SCARLET PIMPERNEL next year!!!" And the crowd went wild!!!! We had hoped and prayed, but there were the words we were waiting to hear. So excited to be performing the beautiful, and genius musical, The Scarlet Pimpernel. (I'm telling you. We were the extreme definition of choir geeks.)
Well the day continued on. A bunch of us piled in a car and decided to go to Dicks Market for lunch. Who could pass up a daily special complete with lots of fry sauce? We ate, we laughed, we joked, and we headed back to our final class of the day. I don't even remember what class I had at the end of that day... I don't remember because I never did go...
Nope, instead of going to class, I headed with my best friend, Chase, to Bountiful Music to buy, you guessed it, the music to the Scarlet Pimpernel. Obviously more important than school. Well we took our new purchase back to the school and decided to still not go back to class. Instead we got our stuff together and met ever so randomly at a garbage can by the Drivers Ed room. Why? I couldn't tell you at the time. Now it is much clearer.
So there Chase and I sat discussing the end of school, the summer, but most importantly, the announcement of the new musical while excitingly flipping through our new book. When all of the sudden I looked down the hall only to find my other bestie, Sam, hurrying towards us.
She was white as a ghost.
She was urgent.
She had her hand over her mouth.
She was going to puke.
Now, for those of you who know me, you know that I am a huge phobic of throwing up and anyone in the process. When I see the signs of a puker, my fight or flight response says, "Lauren get the HECK OUT OF HERE!"
Well here came Sam with ever so obvious signs of my fears coming true. Not to mention our pal Shelby racing along side of her telling us to move quickly away from the garbage can. Which you can bet I did. As fast as my feet would move.
There was just one problem with this picture.
Chase had his back turned to the urgency quickly coming towards him. He must of seen the horror in my face because he kept saying, "Lauren? Lauren what's wrong? Lauren?" But before I could answer I was booking it down to the far end of the hall, still watching from a distance where I saw my fears unfolding on Chase as Sam threw up on his back on her way to the trash can.
The happiness and joy of the second to last day quickly was gone on Chase's face as he exclaimed, "Wh...whhh...whhhaat....WHAT IS ON ME!" Only to turn to his left and see our close friend hurling her daily special all over the place.
I might of added Chase is a bit of a throw up phobic too...
Chase, in shock, slowly headed my way covered in an unspeakable substance. He looked over himself, then looked up at me, and ever so desperately said... "Lauren. Help. Me."
And again, Fight or Flight kicked in and I was OFF! There I was racing down the hallways of school in session, followed closely by my vomit covered best friend pleading for my help. I wanted so badly to be the loving, nurturing person to either one of my friends in need, but when fear kicks in... it's hard to get rid of. I didn't know what to do! It was a blur!
There is one person in the world who ALWAYS knows what to do. That was my dear Jeremy, who was also Sam's boyfriend at the time. I didn't know how he could help, I just knew that he could help better than I could. He was in French class at the time, so I calmly went in and asked the teacher if I could borrow him for a moment. She agreed and out in the hall he came where I quickly raced through the important parts..
"Sam!! Throwing up! All over Chase! HELP!"
It was then that Sam turned down one end of the hall, distressed and disgusting. And here Chase came on the other end of the hall... also distressed and disgusting. I was about to be in a distressed, disgusting, friend sandwich. So again I bolted down the hall! Chase following close behind. We were both in shock. In hindsight, Chase should've headed to the bathroom to clean up, and I should've assisted... but we obviously weren't thinking straight as we frantically ran down the halls. I had to get away from him but where?!
So I did the best thing I could think of. I ducked into some random classroom. A room full of students looking at me in confusion as to why I was out of breath, and panting. I quickly said... oh don't mind me, and took my place in a desk in the front row. I believe it was sophomore english, so I was very much out of place. I took cover in the safety of the classroom for long enough for Chase to realize he needed to head to the bathroom, Jeremy to help Sam, and everyone to live happily ever after. Once I deemed it safe, I headed again to the hall where Chase was still standing there! Outside the classroom! Still exclaiming "Help me!!"
It was the never ending nightmare. In the end, Chase got cleaned up. Sam gave her stomach bug to her brother who puked in a trash can at school the next day. Jeremy still wondered why I pulled him out of french class. And we all lived happily ever after.
Now we look back and laugh about it for hours on end. Chase still has trouble forgiving me for running from him in his time of need. The best part of the whole thing is the timing of it all.
Chase and I had not gotten to the school 5 minutes before it all happened.
We had randomly decided to meet by some random trash can that wasn't near either of our classes.
It just happened to be our closest friend who was frantically running down the hall.
Lucky for Sam she threw up on someone she knew instead of some random shmuck she didn't know.
Shelby stood by Sam's side holding back her hair and rubbing her back the whole time.
Jeremy just happened to be in a class that I easily could pull him out of
It was just one of those moments I'll never forget. I remember it like it was yesterday. Little did our peers sitting anxiously in class know what was happening just beyond their doors. It brought us all together in its own unique way. What did I learn from this experience? Well, to when your friend asks why you're running down the hall, to tell him. If you don't do that, the least you could do is take a wet towel to him and help clean him up a bit.
Until next time :)
THE PLAYERS
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| Samantha, the sick one |
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| Poor Chase... |
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| Jeremy, the problem solver |
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