Nous Commençons

So here is the beginning of our trivial ramblings…ready? Or maybe I should quote Anne Frank, "who will care about the ramblings of a thirteen year old girl?" Well for on thing we're not thirteen, which, absolutely wipes that from the board. Second there's two of us, not just one girl, so this proves for udder certainty people do care about the ramblings of us, especially when they go into hiding and pour out their hearts onto each page.
Today was the Buck-a-Pluck. It didn't go over very well, and it had been carefully planned out for many weeks prior. A simple description is; anyone willing to pay a buck for one pluck at this kids monstrous uni-brow. Though the courtyard was spontaneously shut down, due to so much trash being left about (We can say the deserted bag of dried fruits laying in the middle of the courtyard at the end of lunch yesterday, may have helped the staff come to the decision of closing the courtyard) the courtyard was essential in order to continue the Buck-a-Pluck, for that was where this shindig was taking place! How could there still be a Buck-a-Pluck when the area we need is restricted
Well, you can't, not that this wasn't very good news or bad, just…news. The bad news is on such a brilliantly pleasant day they forced us to eat in a stuffy cafeteria, with no windows and banging hip-hop music...OH WHY!
A Day ago was cowboy day, to be politically correct we shall say it was 'cow-people' day. Fancy leather boots, rugged pair of blue jeans, giant belt-buckles (Cielle's said CRAIG in giant bold letters!) Hats, yes hats were needed to complete the outfits but because large hats are not so welcome at our school, wearing an enormous cowperson hat would be rather ridiculous and unreasonable.
Our last costume day was pirate day though that was quite a bit ago, again we had the same trouble with hats, and a lack of student enthusiasm to join in our brigade.
Remember, if ever you get in a situation where your cowpeople boots are stolen from your possession, do not fret, for you will be picked up and carried away upon someone's shoulder, and those leathery shoes will soon be retrieved.