Most kids
make the excuse of “the dog ate my homework!” Not Mia…
There I was,
sitting in class, wondering if I should make it known to MR Corrigan of my
dilemma. Slowly I raised my hand, “Um…I
need a new quiz sheet.” “Oh did you lose
it?” “Well….you see there was an unfortunate incident with a pumpkin…”
Ok, so last
week I was working farm for Mr. Alistair and he gave me a particularly cool
job. I got to sit in a bin filled with pumpkins and clean them. That’s right; I
was given a rag and told to wipe the pumpkins clean so we could sell them. I
was having a blast, scrubbing away on the pumpkins when I got a bright idea. A
few of us have an American thanksgiving dinner every year since we don’t get to
celebrate it in Canada. In the pie department we usually just make apple
because it’s the most accessible. But
here I was sitting in a big box of pumpkins! So I asked, nay! I begged Mr.
Alistair for just one little pumpkin. After a lot of convincing he gave me a
little pumpkin with a tiny little bad spot about as big as my thumb. I happily
trotted back the school building with my precious pumpkin and stuck it in my
locker. Where I promptly forgot it…You see I am one of the privileged few that
have 2 lockers. I usually don’t put anything important in that locker, just
papers and books and school stuff.
The weekend
came and went and here I am on Tuesday, I was trying to find this one book I
had lost so naturally I went to look in the forsaken locker. Much to my dismay
I found that my precious pumpkin was rotted and nasty. After just a couple
days! What a rip off…. And with it, went all my marriage and family papers, all
my English papers, and a few overtime slips. Even my book of great American
authors! This was indeed a sad day.
