Quizzing… the Last (Regular) Meet April 5, 2008
Posted by Anya in : spontaneous degeneration, smiling is good for you , 2commentsPeter: “You are coming in my car.”
me: “Why?”
Peter: “Because I have one of the best movies that you have never seen yet!”
We watched the first half of Spider-Man 2. I still haven’t seen 1, just 3. (Thanks a lot, I will probably now have NIGHTMARES about being killed by flying glass shards or deathly head locks from nasty metal octopus arms. UGH.)
Peter: *stops movie right in the middle of a very tense scene* *begins telling totally unrelated story*
me: “PEEEEETER!!!”
Peter: “Oops. I do that all the time.”
Peter: “You know, I was really getting bored of watching this movie. But it is a lot of fun to watch it with you because you bring a unique perspective to it.”
*cough* My “perspective” consisted mostly of cringing whenever things crashed in to each other and saying, “OW!” about every two seconds.
And then at the quiz…
me: “ABBI! What grade are you in?”
Abbi: “Um, tenth.”
me: “I thought for sure that you were a senior!”
Abbi: “I’m sorry!”
Then on the other hand there was Samantha to me… “I had never realized before today that you would be graduating!” Okay, maybe it is flattering to look younger than you are, but… I’d prefer if at least people weren’t so surprised to find out how old I actually am…
Lizzie and Samwise went to an 80’s style dance last night, and Lizzie was most dreadfully excited about it. She had promised to show me pictures from the dance. Note to self: You cannot really see pictures very well when they are on a tiny camera viewscreen and you are running up the stairs which prove to be uncommonly trippy-type stairs anyway. Oh well. She had a good time, and Samwise was a good brother to go along with her.
The stairs were quite a thing in themselves. They had a rather Narnian feel going as we scrambled up and up and yet upwards, trying to find our quizzing rooms. Then, as I mentioned before, I kept tripping on them. Both going down (which is understandable) and going up (which just makes me feel like an idiot). Peter called down something to me about being careful on the staircase — except he said scarecase by mistake. We called it “The Scarecase” the rest of the day.
Griffin: *says something about being surprised*
Peter: “Well, at least Anya didn’t FAINT!”
me: *trying (rather unsuccessfully) to ignore him* *blush*
Griffin: *stare* “WHAT?!?”
Peter: “You know. She has this habit of fainting around you.”
Griffin: *stares blankly*
me: “Uh… remember… that time you talked to me…”
Peter: “And she “passed out”…”
Griffin: “Oh. That was ONCE. I hardly think that qualifies as a “habit”.”
Peter: “But you DID cause her to faint!”
Griffin: “Uh… I’m gonna come up with a good comeback for that, give me a minute…”
Peter: “Why do you need a comeback?!? Look at her! She’s turning red!”
Griffin or someone: “It is warm in here.”
Mr. K: *mercifully sends Griffin on an errand and the subject dies*
Edited to add: The reason I had “fainted” before around Griff was as a result of him talking to me and not pretending that he didn’t know me. 
I was being overly dramatic. As usual. 
Whatever the errand was, it apparently involved running down and back up the Scarecase, which almost led to Griffin’s demise… which would have been terribly sad.
Peter: *tells me to do something*
me: “Yes, your highness!”
Peter: *gasp* “Don’t CALL me that!”
Yes, your highness!
me: (as Andrew’s family was leaving a bit early so he could be at his play on time) “Break a leg, Andrew!”
Samwise: “Thanks!”
Andrew and I: *look confused*
Andrew: “Haha, thanks!”
me: *doubletake* “Sam… are you in a play too?”
Sam: *laughs* “No, sorry…” *laughs*
Randomness…
I got a gummy worm in Mr. K’s room (as I quizzed out — this was the candy quiz). My team wanted me to share it with them. Now did David inform me of this before I took a bite of it? *sigh* No. Gross.
I managed to sit at an extremely “mature” table — there were no adults. That is, I guess Samwise and I were the oldest ones there (which, to be perfectly honest, means that I was the oldest one there) and it was rather crazy. Loud and headache-inducing and crazy… and fun. There was glitter all over the table. Then people discovered that if you blew on it, you could get it all over the other people at the table. Boy. Thanks. Or on their plates. Or in their cups. The glitter was sticky, too… I got it on my hands and had to scrape it off with a plastic knife. 
Samwise remembered from last year that you can catapult things across the table at people with your plastic forks. He and David had knife-catapulting necklaces. The rest of us had ducking contests, not wanting to end up looking like the pirate with the wooden eye on Pirates of the Caribbean.
David, being bored, opened a package of butter and ate it raw. I refrained from gagging, grabbed the rest of the butter, and gave it to Molly (who was at the next table) for safekeeping. She is a lifesaver. 
I figured that after she controlled her team of little boys this year and they took third place overall, she would understand why I had to get the butter away from the guys at my own table.
Lizzie said she doesn’t get angry. I said, “Oh yeah? Hey Lizzie! Pete and Repeat were in a boat…”
Lizzie: “AARRRRRGGGGGGH!!!!” *picks up her fork with murderous intent*
This led to me saying that I’d really like to see something about Pete and Repeat were at a quiz on our shirts for next year.
Samwise: “Bartholomew and Rebartholomew were in a boat…”
me: o_O “I don’t think that quite works.”
When we went up to make our graduating senior speeches (which I did not cry at, aren’t you proud of me?) I randomly moved my foot. Er, tried moving my foot. It was stuck to the floor. I tried this several more times and there was definitely some kind of attraction going between the floor of the gym and my foot. (That is quite possibly why I didn’t cry… I was far too distracted.) Finally I whispered to Samwise (so that he wouldn’t think that I had gone completely off the deep end as I kept doing what Mom says looked like a dance scene from Hitchhiker’s Guide — the one with Zaphod and Ford), “My feet are sticking to the floor.” Sam, being extremely loyal as he is, tried it for himself. He looked at me with some surprise as his own foot stuck.
Thank goodness. I thought that I had gone bananas there for a minute.
Let’s see. There are quite a few other things but I’ll mention two more for now…
1) I did almost start crying when we were watching the video with pictures and movie from the last year of quizzing. Something about it saying “Class of 08″ made the whole graduating thing seem real in a way which it hasn’t been up to this point. Thank God (and I do not say that irreverently, but with “the utmost of intent”) for friends and laughter. Samwise started laughing so much at the pictures of himself in his cowboy hat that I couldn’t help it, and, well, it is difficult to laugh and cry at the same time. So I laughed.
2) I also vastly appreciated Johnny D making a challenge for me. Especially given the fact that we have managed to exasperate each other quite a bit on the issue of challenges over the last few years. I pointed out that I had, for once, agreed with him on a challenge. He and I acted as if we were going to die out of shock at this and that was a lot of fun. And the challenge was upheld (so the answer was ruled correct, after all) and that was nice, but the whole thing was just awesome.
