I am in my first period of the day at high school. The bell rings and I go to second period, English, which is being taught by my seventh and ninth grade English teacher. We have a spelling test. I start writing the words on my paper, then realize that the teacher hadn't told us what we are meant to be spelling yet. So I go back and erase all the words so that I can't be accused of cheating. But while I am doing so, I miss about half of the words being read out, and I am afraid to ask her to repeat them but know if I ask anybody else I will be suspected of cheating and if I don't ask anybody I will fail the test.
It is storming outside and an announcement comes over the intercom telling us about it. I think that they will send us home, rescuing me from my dilemma, but it seems that if the storm gets too bad we will just have to stay at school until it blows over.
Seven-year-old Heidi is in class with us, apparently because her mother is in labor. One of the other students asks where Heidi will go after school since her mother won't be at home to take care of her. I am so eager to show off my knowledge and my connection to the family that I blurt out that Heidi is staying with her grandmother. Then Heidi confirms it, which reminds me that she is in the class and I feel silly for answering for her.
Sunday, February 5, 2012
Saturday, February 4, 2012
Chauffeuring, a Puzzle, and an Assassin
My family is giving President Obama a ride somewhere in our minivan. Because we have the president with us there is a lot of security around in the form of other cars driving in front of, behind, and beside us to provide cover; a couple of Secret Service agents in the car with us; and several more agents running alongside the car with guns wearing cool white armored full-body suits. Sort of like a not-very-bulky spacesuit.
We go to a museum. While wandering around and looking at the exhibits we are informed that a general authority wants to kill us because we are helping President Obama. This general authority it turns out is a seventy. Dad comments that President Hinckley made a mistake in picking that particular man.
There is a magnetic world map puzzle on one wall and my sister and I start to work on it. While we are working, an unfamiliar man comes up behind us and starts talking to us, encouraging us in our work and calling us by name. I recognize that he is the man who wants to kill us. I keep looking at my sister out of the corner of my eye because I know she also realizes who he is and am glad to see that she is doing a good job of not seeming frightened of him. We keep working on the puzzle. While trying to fit in some of the individual pieces I realize that some pieces already connected are in the wrong place, so I start to move them around.
Shortly after I move Texas away from Montana and into its proper place, the man wants to take some pictures of us. We use posing as if we are walking away as an excuse to really get away from him. As soon as we get out of his line of sight we find Dad and tell him what had happened. Dad calls Dr. Watson from Sherlock to come pick us up - the seventy does not know Watson or his car, so we should be able to make a clean getaway.
Watson shows up and turns out to actually be an actor who portrays Dr. Watson, Dr. Watson being a fictional character. We get in his car and leave.
We go to a museum. While wandering around and looking at the exhibits we are informed that a general authority wants to kill us because we are helping President Obama. This general authority it turns out is a seventy. Dad comments that President Hinckley made a mistake in picking that particular man.
There is a magnetic world map puzzle on one wall and my sister and I start to work on it. While we are working, an unfamiliar man comes up behind us and starts talking to us, encouraging us in our work and calling us by name. I recognize that he is the man who wants to kill us. I keep looking at my sister out of the corner of my eye because I know she also realizes who he is and am glad to see that she is doing a good job of not seeming frightened of him. We keep working on the puzzle. While trying to fit in some of the individual pieces I realize that some pieces already connected are in the wrong place, so I start to move them around.
Shortly after I move Texas away from Montana and into its proper place, the man wants to take some pictures of us. We use posing as if we are walking away as an excuse to really get away from him. As soon as we get out of his line of sight we find Dad and tell him what had happened. Dad calls Dr. Watson from Sherlock to come pick us up - the seventy does not know Watson or his car, so we should be able to make a clean getaway.
Watson shows up and turns out to actually be an actor who portrays Dr. Watson, Dr. Watson being a fictional character. We get in his car and leave.
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