Idjits

Madison's Live to Give was this  morning, which meant doing some things for the school that she enjoys doing, like making posters.  She and the rest of the team were creating posters to advertise for the March of Dimes, which is all about collecting coinage from the pick-up line in the afternoons.  We don't pick up Madison from the car line, but we'll donate some coins anyway, just to add to the pot of gold this month.  Or pot of cupronickel.  Which is a word we don't use every day, I know.

We had sparring tonight again, Madison's first time with a green belt, and for much of the kids their first time with their new rankings.  They were all looking kind of tired - Madison agreed that everyone seemed a little slower tonight, including she herself.  She was tired.  But she still loves it, and had a great time.

We read from Neverland tonight, and should be done this week, actually.  This final book of the smaller Neverland series has been fun, with Captain Hook calling everyone an "idjit" so often that it's become a favorite part for Madison and Mommy.

Captain Hook:  "Smee?"
Smee:                "Yes?"
Captain Hook:  "You are an idjit."
Smee:                "Aye, sir!"

We are close to finishing our "Romans" devotional, which means probably finding something else quickly to cover for the time until the next series - which is shifting as we speak.  There are complications and new events coming that may alter our series in April.  Stay tuned for that one.

In the meantime, dinner was nice tonight.  We had French dip, and after that Madison was studying for her math test tomorrow a bit, although she feels like she has it down.  That's why we went straight to a few episodes of "Freemakers," which have been fun.  Daddy has been working on the mystery game for St. Patrick's Day, and that's coming along nicely.  Hopefully we'll be done in time there.

And there's pollen in the air.  Or something.  We're all wheezy and taking various allergy and nasal decongestant medication.  Yuk.  But it's not as bad as it could be, so we'll take that.

     It's time to get back to the mystery writing.  Lots of work there!  While gone, why not check out this writing that Madison did recently about her favorite piece of clothing.  It's a sweet memory:

     My special clothing is my 2018 5th grade kelly green, end-of-the-year shirt, when elementary school ended for all the 5th graders. There are many memories hat goes along with my favorite shirt. So many memories I don't want to forget when I grow up.

        All of our names were written on it to by ourselves. The shirt also had all of our teachers' names on it, even our specials teachers' names. No one's name was left off of the shirt. The place we needed to write our names in was in the 18 that was drawn onto the shirt.

        It was in May or so when we had gone on our last field trip of our elementary years to Stone Mountain. We all had to wear that shirt that day. It just helps me remember that fun and hot day. We watched a dinosaur 4d mini-movie, rode on the Stone Mountain train around the mountain, and so much more exciting and slightly sary.

        One time, I nearly got hit in the head with a metal colonial pot thing, which I forgot the name of. The chaperone that was with my group said after that was, "Woah! You nearly hit Maddie in the head!" as she giggled, which I didn't mind at all. I was just glad I didn't go unconscious and fall on the cold, dirty floor! Even some other people were kind of laughing.

        When I see the shirt, I remember all the fun memories that happened on that day, even the last day of school when we all had to wear the shirt again. Some clothings are things you aren't just ready to let go of like your favorite shirt.

        On the last day of school, once again, every one had to wear the shirt again. That day,  since we all had the same shirt on, we had to be in our class' section watching the slideshow, which to be honest was making me sad, and I wasn't the only one wanting to cry. We all knew it was just going to get sadder by the end of the quick, sorrowful day.

        Then soon after that, we had a talent show (which was kind of nerve-racking) that I participated in. The whole 5th grade would have a chance, if they wanted to, to participate in it, or they watch the whole thing as an audience. The talent show took place in the multi-purpose room, what used to be the little gym.

        When the day was all over, we were all crying because it was our last day there at Chestatee Elementary. Even today, I still have the shirt, and I still kind of miss everything that came along Chestatee like my friends and teachers, a lot of us probably do. This is why my 5th grade shirt is my favorite and a special shirt. It was all the memories that came along with it, all the friends that came and went that year, and all the amazing teachers that taught us.