While I am enjoying a lovely picnic my beautiful boyfriend made me (although of course he isn’t eating) and sharing the deepest secrets of my soul, the sound a thousand violins suddenly echos through the magical meadow. Reluctantly I tear myself away from this guy,
roll over and shut off “alarm sound #14″ on my phone.
According to my 1950s-Barbie-riding-in-a-convertible clock its 6:35 am. Time to wake up, get dressed and prepare for another morning in the Gold Mine.
The Gold Mine, Betsy? Have you switched professions? Handed in your green Planet Sub apron for a hard helmet and… other gold mining tools?
No, no. Fear not loyal blog readers and quality sandwich traffickers, the Gold Mine isn’t my job. It’s STA.
Or the basement of Donnelly, to be a little more exact.
Every morning, as I head towards Ms. Wallerstedt’s room, I am greeted with living, breathing gold.
The teachers include Mr. Whitney, Mr. Shrock, Ms. Rueschhoff, Ms. Dibble, Ms. Flores, Ms. Wallerstedt and Mr. Sirridge (not to mention all of the students, I couldn’t of hand-picked more perfect fellow miners). I mean, come on! (Kathleen, I know you think that 3rd floor of M & A is king but it really doesn’t even compare….)
Every day it’s guaranteed that Mr. Sirridge will yell out “LAURA NEENAN LET’S GET TO CLASS!”, Ms. Wallerstedt will make a strange noise if Mary Franke asks her about her day, and someone will be singing and/or dancing.
I’m not kidding. Every day a few other Gold Miners and myself will pick a song and then proceed to serenade, dance and harmonize with each other. Yesterday the song was “Follow Me” By Uncle Kracker:
(After watching it with sound I highly suggest you watch it again without sound as I just did. I’m not really sure how the two girls dancing around in their underwear fits in, but I really enjoyed the giant American flag)
Some other memorable song recreations have been “I’ll Make A Man Out Of You” (Mulan), “Wake Me Up Before You Go-Go” (Wham), “2 AM” (Anna Nalick), and of course anything by Avril Lavigne. Every time I have a bad day I always look forward to “dancing it out” with my fellow Gold Miners.
A few of them have also adopted the habit of shouting out a name and following it with squatting down and saying “Ooo- ah -ah” for example (fast forward to about 1:49) :
One of my favorites was “VANNICE OOO- AH- AH!” although I am pretty sure every teacher in the basement, excuse me, Gold Mine has been a victim to this at least once.
I guess what I am trying to say is that if STA is my home, the people in the basement of Donnelly are my family, and the Gold Mine itself is my room. It is the place where I most comfortable and happiest at STA. Every day I am excited to come to school and talk to all of my peers in the basement, laugh with the teachers, and finish every day with a song and dance. Every morning it’s worth pulling myself away from Edward
because I know that what is waiting for me in the Gold Mine is soooo much better.
Think your advisory/floor is cooler than mine? Leave a comment and prove it!
Betsy, Carolyn and I just laughed out loud while reading this during our breakfast. Good job and I will be taking that Barbie clock radio with me if I ever get a job and my own place.
Haha yha, way to go Betsy, that thing was a freaking novel!
p.s. I miss you!
nicely done, bets.
you’re a natural blogger.
and you almost had me convinced that basement of Donnelly is as good as the almighty third floor of M&A…key word: almost.
Betsy,
I hope this is part of your home work and you get a good grade for it!
Dad
um second floor M&A…enough said.
mr thomas and maxton. beat that.
plus, mr fast is basically on our floor, anyway, because it’s where mr thomas is at all times. i see him everyday sauntering into m205.
that is all.
Need some entertainment on your Friday afternoon or any time for that matter? Head down to the gold mine. We have the vocals of “Obama Girl” aka Lindsay Girardeau, fancy foot work by Mary Franke (she’s blood), sassy walk by THE Molly Kenney, and booty shakin’ moves by Ms. Tampke, not to forget the occasional visitor from the 2nd floor, Adelaide Thompson. Great first bloggy from Betsy. But the bottom line is, basement of Donnelly is the best. If you’re down or having a bad day, come on down to the basement where you’ll be greeted with a smile and friendly phrase, “welcome to the gold mine.”