My little sister, who is now 9-years-old, has had a cell phone for awhile. Initially it was just to check in with my parents, who are divorced, and occasionally call me, but more recently she’s started texting me every now and then, often accompanied by a picture of a cat. I may be a bit biased, because she’s my little sister, but I find these little messages to be absolutely adorable. I mean, obviously they are great, because they are accompanied by pictures of cats, but I particularly find my sister’s use of emoticons adorable and somewhat confusing (I’m not sure where she learned to use emoticons?).
I thought it would be nice to share the cuteness, though, and hopefully brighten your day a bit.
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Posted on: September 3, 2012 | 12 Comments
I can’t remember which grade, exactly, I was in, but I was in grade school. Maybe 3rd grade. That sounds about right, so I was 8 years old.
So when I was 8, my grade went on a field trip to a lighthouse, which isn’t that exciting, but it’s still pretty cool to see a lighthouse, especially when you’re a kid and you’ve never seen one. It was largely uneventful; I don’t really remember most of the trip.
I specifically remember one thing, though. We had all been divided up into groups, so that we were easier to manage and chaperones could better keep an eye on us. After checking out the lighthouse, my group was checking out a jetty, which is basically a man-made rock formation that extends from the coast. This one was made up of very large rocks, and you could walk on it if you wanted, which we did.
They were kind of like really huge stepping stones, since they weren’t perfectly aligned, but it was really easy to step from one to the next. There were some smaller rocks along the sides, though. I’m not sure how far we walked out. I wasn’t paying that much attention. I was a lot more interested in hopping from rock to rock. We got to this one part that really interested me, which had a smaller rock on the side, and then another smaller rock below that one. It was like a little, stepping stone path to the ocean.
Not thinking, I decided it would be cool to jump on the side rocks. I got on the medium-sized one fine, and I got onto the small one, but it was so low that it was slick from the ocean water. So, pretty much as soon as I got on it, I slipped off and fell. Into the ocean. I managed to grab onto the rock from which I had slipped, but the water was definitely deep enough for me to fall in. I fell in up to my chest, and I couldn’t feel any land beneath me.
Of course, you’d expect me to scream and then the chaperone would rush over and help me out of the water. What actually happened was I remained quiet, because I knew I had done something wrong, and didn’t want to get in trouble. Instead, I just pulled myself back up onto the rock, and then returned to the main rocks and rejoined my class.
As far as I remember, no one noticed I had been gone, since it had only been a minute tops. And no one seemed to notice that I had fallen in the ocean, despite the fact that I was soaked. I don’t remember anyone even asking me why I was wet, and it was definitely not beach weather. I was wearing a sweatshirt.
Regardless, you might think that a child falling into the ocean would warrant more of a fiasco. Apparently, though, I’m a natural born BAMF and I just handled the situation as such: I saved myself and maintained my steely silence, only letting people wonder why I was soaking wet.
Posted on: June 14, 2012 | 5 Comments
Hello, my name's Josh and I might be a hipster (you decide!). I've been blogging and designing in some form for the past eight or so years and I think I'm starting to get the hang of it (once again, you decide!). I love indie music, coming of age stories, sarcasm, video games, and aesthetics. At the moment I'm working part-time and going to college with hopes of being a web designer. 
