Why It's Important to Go Outside

At lunch break today Taylor and 4 of her girlfriends stayed indoors instead of going outside as they are requested to do if the weather is above -23. I know. Harsh isn't it? You people who don't get below freezing have it really good. Snow days when there is barely any snow on the ground, barely ever (if ever!) getting below freezing. After 6 months of winter, I am very envious. And we had 15cm of snow yesterday!

Anyways, a boy from her grade saw them and yelled out to one of the teachers "Hey! Mr. B! Why are you making me go outside when these girls are all sitting in the corner?" God, boys. Are they ever any good?

So the girls were sent outside after being issued a punishment requiring them to write a two page essay on the importance of going outside.

I am not the hugest fan of this teacher, so told Taylor not to take it to seriously. She took me at my word and wrote what I found to be a rather amusing essay, even if it is full of run on sentences and no structure. Hmmm...much like her mother's blog. Here, in full is her essay. Please note, that when it comes to proper school work she does write correctly!
Why It’s Important to Go Outside
There are many reasons why people should go outside. I can list at least five right now. Number five on my list is that you (her teacher) would probably rather be playing sports (he's the head of the soccer academy.) than reading this. The fourth reason is because fresh air is good for the soul. Three, the body needs exercise which you usually get from going outside. Almost last, the second reason is to give teachers a break from students and the noise they make while indoors. Last, but not least, the number one reason is that you never know when someone’s going to tell on you, like certain fourteen year old boys. I thought it would be interesting also to put why it’s good not to go outside. The reason for this is that I’m sick, and I’m just starting to get better. I didn’t want to outside because, even though I know it’s not true, I believe the cold makes you sicker, especially if you are sick beforehand. Plus the interacting of many students, some of whom are sick, is not good, and when they all go outside, its not good because you risk the chance of getting sicker, at least sicker than you already were. I also believe that writing this essay is a bad idea, as it prevented me from going outside and enjoying some fresh air like I would have if I hadn’t had to write it. Then again, I had to walk over to my friend’s house so that I could print this,(crappy non working expensive printer! she didn't actually walk to her friend's, I just emailed it.) so this was very good for me and my health. In conclusion, I would just like to state that this has been an interesting learning experience, and that it probably won’t happen again as the weather is supposed to get much warmer.

This essay was done (and completed) by Taylor W. 8C.


She totally contradicts herself in this but I appreciate her attempt at humour.

Spewing forth

It's been a while. A month? Maybe two? I don't even really know. "Where have you been? What have you been doing?" you may ask. Or you may not. But, of course, I shall tell you whether you care to hear or not. Where have I been? Here. I have no life, I have been here. In front of my computer quite often, in fact. Doing what? It certainly hasn't been blogging, or even reading blogs. Well, I am still obsessed with facebook, and am getting back into twitter. Plurk? Well, I couldn't really give a flying fagoozy about plurk. I don't like that karma counting shit. Karma on plurk is rather like who sits at the cool table in high school. It all comes back to high school for me, people. And one does not like to go to places that remind one of not so fondly recalled days.

Anywho, now that I have sewed forth my regular "I've been gone from blogging" crap I shall truly enlighten you (not so much) with how very fascinating (read: uninspiring) my life has been for the past few months.

*We have had two birthdays. Liam turned 13 and 16 days later Taylor turned 14. As my daughter gets older I find myself so fascinated by her. She is tall and thin and oh so smart (but can not explain why she dropped from a 92 to an 80 in French) and she still has the your-mother-is-going-to-give-you-away-to-the-Hutterites attitude that she has had since she was approximately 9 months old. And she is so amazingly self confident. Where does this come from? Not I, that is for certain. She tries out for sports teams and singing contests, not worrying whether she will make it or not. I never tried out for anything for fear of failure, not even soccer when the teacher who was coaching the team asked me to try out. So she fascinates me. Polar opposites, her and I. And as she ages, we are getting along better. I like her. I couldn't always say that.

And Liam is Liam. He's 13. Who the hell likes 13 year olds? How many times can one tell a teenage boy to pull up his pants and brush his teeth so-I-don't-waste-$7000-on-braces-for-nothing before one starts banging one's head against the wall?

Why must I keep referring to myself as 'one'?

*There was recently a murder at a bar 2 blocks away from my house. I have complained about this bar to the city before, that due to the smoking bylaw drunk old men stand outside the doors at 4 pm and catcall to teen girls walking to the store and parents picking their children up from the daycare right next door. So when I called my city councillor's office the Monday after the murder, Doug, the fella in the office said "I've been expecting your call." So finally I am not the only one calling and complaining about this bar. In April there is a community league meeting that city representaitves will attend and it is my hope that the bar will end up shut down. When you can't send your teens up the road on their own, there's a pretty big problem. I had way more to say about that once upon a time, but who wanted to open the blog and write about it? Now it just sounds lame, but I can't be arsed to delete.

*We have so far in this New Year, experienced financial woes like never before. Thank God we have no credit card debt because we would be seriously fucked. As it is, I have been receiving notifications from my 3 utility companies with the dreaded "PAY NOW!" in big black letters. Christmas just killed us, normally I spend January catching up but here it is the middle of March and I am only now seeing the light at the end of the bills. It was so bad that when I suggested to William that maybe I should get a full time job he didn't even say "No way, not a chance, I'm not having strangers looking after my girls!" He said "Maybe that would be a good idea." ACK! Friday he gets his paycheque and he calls me and says that maybe I do need to look into that full time job. His paycheque is hideously small. Disgusting. He goes into work and pretty much says to them "I absolutely can not support my family on this, I'm going to have to look for another job." And so they offered him a $12 an hour raise. This is going to make a huge difference to us. They even gave him a cheque today that was a week's retro pay. Things are definitely looking up. It even makes the fact that my Chil.d T@x Bene.fit is going down by $350 a month not look so bad.

*And my two little ones? They are a post in themselves. And one day? I'm going to have to post about them. Until then, I am totally missing How I Met Your Mother.