Friday, September 28, 2007


Yesterday my boss called and made me feel so much better about that whole work issue. I told her that I was upset, which was kind of funny because I think that she thought I was going to say that everything was alright, and pretty much said to not expect me to show up at the Y until our program starts. She said that she knew that would happen when the BB was telling her about wanting me in the school sites. It's nice because my boss is on my side and is trying to understand my situation as much as she can. She never went to college so I don't think really does understand how important school is to me, but she's trying and she supports me. Anyways, it was a big long conversation, but she's okay with me not coming in since I got all of the work that she wanted me to do done.

Here are some new pictures of Emmy.

This is what Emmy does every night. I think it's because I snore.

A Gryffindor and a Ravenclaw

Last week I had to write some stuff called "Flash Fiction", which is basically short short stories under 500 words. This is one that I wrote and is going to be changed to suit a more "mature" audience, but I think that I like it this way too. It's called Yellow Snow and I thought of it because Edward always says "You Chinese, you so smart, you no eat the pee pee part."

Yellow Snow

By: Allison Chin
Word count: 435

“Don’t eat the yellow snow,” she told me. I didn’t know why she would say that. It was a free lemon snow cone just waiting to be found by that lucky someone. That day I was the lucky boy. When I tried to scoop it up with my snowball maker she yelled at me so loud that Mrs. Robinson almost dropped her snow shovel. “What did I just tell you? Don’t eat the yellow snow, Dimwit.”
She was right. I hate when she is right. When she wasn’t looking I took a quick mouthful. It didn’t taste like a lemon snow cone at all. It tasted like pee! I had eaten someone else’s pee! I thought that I was going to die after that.
I was mad at her for not telling me that it wasn’t lemon flavored. I was mad when she laughed at me and said “I told you so”. I was mad when she said “It serves you right” when I told her that I thought I was going to die. I was just plain mad. I had just eaten some else’s pee after all.
That night I went to bed clutching my stomach, scared to death of death. When I woke the next morning with the bright, heatless winter sun shining on my face I was so happy that I could have kissed my ugly sister. I was alive! And I told the whole family so. I told Mrs. Robinson who was out shoveling her walkway. I told the milkman. I told my cat, Pebbles, who was looking at the little birds from the window. I told the little birds. And then I told Jeffery Parson, the boy from next door, that I was alive.
“Why wouldn’t you be?” he asked.
I gave him a serious look then; one that I hoped would get how grave the situation was across. “I ate yellow snow,” I said.
“Did it taste like lemon?” His eyes lit up like a Jack-o-lantern on Halloween.
“No, it wasn’t lemon at all.” I shook my head solemnly. He looked so disappointed at this news that I thought I shouldn’t have told him at all.
“What did it taste like?”
“How do you know what pee tastes like?” he asked with a disgusted face.
“Believe me, you just do,” I said. “Don’t eat the yellow snow.” I turned away from him then and headed back towards my house.
“No, I don’t think I will.” I heard him say from behind me. I never ate yellow snow or lemon snow cones again.

That's all folks!

1 comment:

Jennifer said...

Glad to hear that your boss is understanding! Hope everything works out! See you next week!