I don’t think the School Forest has changed abit since I was last there in 6th grade. As soon as we walked into the main lodge I could smell the deer they dissected way back then. I remember the day, I sat way in back with my head buried in my arms. My teacher tapped on my shoulder numerous of times telling me to pay attention. I didn’t want to. I didn’t want to know what a deer’s heart, liver, kidney, or intestines looked like. I only wanted to see them running through the fields, playing, or eating the green grass. And oh that smell, that smell came back to me as I entered the lodge.
Then off to the basement, here is the museum. A museum filled with animals stuffed with foam or in jars. Nothing has moved, I don’t think any new ones have been added either. And there sat the eight legged deer. The School Forest’s pride and joy. I looked at it once again. It is believed the fawn died at birth. There’s legs coming out all over. And then I decided – yeah, it’s just kinda creepy looking at an eight legged deer in a jar.
The cabins still had that musty smell. looked the same, though now they have an intercom system.
The toboggan run was still in working condition. The run goes over the lake at the bottom of the hill. I remember the one ride that took my 2 friends and I to the wet, melting ice. We were soaked, drenched with freezing water. The counselors ran us up to the cabins and tore off our clothes to get us warm. Then the run was shut down for the rest of our stay.
And there was the repelling wall, one of those experiences where you are scared to death and then when you are done, you wanna go back for more. The thing is still standing, and in 3 years Poops will be able to hike up the stairs and jump the edge, as Andorable did 5 yrs ago and I too many years ago.
It was a nice Family Field Trip night. Poops excitement grew for his time at the School Forest. And I got to reminisce my childhood abit. PooWee enjoyed the experience as well. There were lots of little girls that thought he was the cutest thing in the world. So of course PooWee flirted like crazy and fell fast asleep on the bus ride home.
Good news! Poops finally got to take the addition test in large print format. He did all 100 problems in 6 minutes and 47 seconds! AND had them all right!! He is still abit upset that it was his fourth time though. I explained that his teacher will take in consideration that he couldn’t see the other test very well and I’m sure they won’t really count them. I guess he is the first one in the class to finish all 100 correct and under the 10 min limit. That’s my boy!
Andorable went to homecoming this past weekend with his new girlfriend. I have yet to meet her, but say a picture. She’s beautiful. I’m begging him for a copy, so I can post it here to show him off. He’s not too cooperative though. He treats his girlfriend, so well. I like to encourage him to tell them how nice they look, open the doors for them and all that stuff that make us women melt. He’s very respectful and I’m so proud of him as well.
Kinda crazy to think that at his age I was pregnant with him. I was a wild child and didn’t care much about anything but myself. I snuck out of the house, skipped school, even ran away to California. (I live in Wisconsin.) Andorable, he’s the opposite. Hates missing school, only because then he has more homework, has awesome grades, and is on the right track. He plans on going to college, though is still not sure what he wants to do. He’s got time yet, I tell him, but it frustrates him.
I’ve always say that getting pregnant with Andorable saved my life. I changed my life around, I now had a life to take care of. I did end up dropping out of school and getting a factory job, but, I supported my son and I 100%. He has learnt from my mistakes. He ROCKS!
I sewed the zipper onto my baby sweater. Just as I was about to remove my basting stitches and pins I did a test “run”. Only to find out I HAD THE WRONG TYPE OF ZIPPER! The zipper I put on has a stopper at the end, I need one that will open. I then experienced one of my moments where I wanted to scream, shout, curse and throw a BIG fit. However, I choose to simple toss the sweater on my pile of UFOs (unfinished objects) and simple laugh.
So, the sweater will wait awhile longer. Until I decide to carefully, take out my sewing stitches, and pray I don’t accidently cut any knitted stiches. Oh, how much I love to knit!
