I’ve been busy writing my sequel to Memoirs of an Ordinary Girl: The Middle-ish Ages (sequel title to be announced). Here’s some proof:
Learning What Ails
After the annual ceremonial sacrifices of our dignity, otherwise known as three weeks of square dancing, we got a little more time off from dressing out for gym (as if I often did anyway) as we had an interval of health class where we learned about cleaning ourselves properly, certain muscle groups, and eating nutritious food. Carmen and I were passing notes back and forth. She was in the drama club and they were getting extra credit if they helped backstage at the upcoming talent show, and if they recruited other people.
Her note read, “Vile Contagion is playing, so Adrienne already said she’d help because she thinks Joe Spano is hot.” Adrienne had been talking about this all week. Joe Spano was a junior and played drums in our high school’s local rock band, Vile Contagion. I had to admit, their name was catchy.
“I can do it as long as Adrienne is because we’ll just catch rides together,” I wrote, and then refolded and tossed the note to Carmen. It came back to me quickly with a huge smiley face.
“Who remembers what the gluteus maximus is?” asked our all-year shorty shorts and whistle wearing gym teacher.
And in that unfortunate moment, Julia from chorus’ sister, who happened to be an office aid, walked in with a message delivery. As soon as her wide hips cleared the door to exit, Lance, Mouth-Breather from photography, shouted out, “That young woman is burdened with a prime example of a maximus gluteus maximus!”
Instead of scolding Lance, Mr. Baxter said, “Yes, exactly. The glute is the butt,” and Lance and Todd, his greasy haired cohort gave each other high fives.
“But, wait,” declared my normally lip-locked locker neighbor who had recently been transferred into the class in order to avoid an old boyfriend. “I thought Gluteus Maximus was like a Roman god or something.”
After paying attention to those few minutes of class, Carmen and I resumed our note writing. It seemed safer for our brain cells.
More to come. I wrote around 7,000 words this week.