My dad carpools in an effort to save money from the sky-rocketing gas prices. Sound reasonable? It is. He always tells me how much he loves the HOV lanes in Houston (longest in the country, by the way). He tells me how he loves chatting.
My mom was also happy. Every other day they would switch off and my dad would drive. Then it would be the lady carpooling with my dad.
Elementary school was over for me. Over. I never had to go back, but I could if I wanted. I was going into middle school.
Yesterday, I invited my good friend Rocky and his little brother Oddy over. As we were finished with our party, we passed by my school.
“I won’t be going back to that school soon,” I commented.
This morning, my mother eagerly told me that Peanut could now shake hands with a human. I knew that, of course, from the last experiment. But she also told me that there was an improvement. Last night, she had successfully trained Peanut to shake with both hands.
“You put your hand in front of whichever paw you want him to shake, say “give me this hand”, and he will do it! It’s amazing, isn’t it!” my mother eagerly said.
I wasn’t so sure.
Auctions are always extremely fun. Last year, our school had an auction, but with fake money. I had one last year, but this years was like a gold mine compared to the other one.
In the last auction, I had eight thousand dollars. Everyone else had around four thousand to fifteen thousand, so I was pretty much in the middle-ish. Everything costed around one thousand to four thousand, and the most expensive item (iPod speakers) went for 12 thousand.
This time around, I had sixty thousand dollars. Everyone else had from thirty-four thousand to one hundred thousand. And all items started at one thousand. They usually ended around twenty thousand. The most expensive item (computer speakers with subwoofer) sold for 112 thousand.
My dog loves my mother. It’s scientifically proven. If my mom and I are standing, and Peanut (my dog) can see both of us, he’s going to run for my mom. Unless I have food. Food comes first.
A few months ago, however, my mother decided to train my dog how to give her “his hand”. My mother claimed it could be done. She offered a demonstration.
“Peanut, sit.” my mother said. Peanut jumped up.
“No, Peanut. SIT!” my mother said again. Peanut licked her.