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If you're happy and you know it say hooray! Or hurray if you prefer.

It's almost Eid people! What are y'all wearing? I'll tell you what I'm wearing. They're called clothes.

And um... I got paid for babysitting on Thursday, I bought a candy bar from a vending machine on Friday, and I ate a banana at the masjid on Saturday.

Oops I gave away my secret about buying candy... well no worries. Mum doesn't read this blog because she doesn't know where to get the link.

 So, uh, I fasted on Thursday and I was all weak and stuff at M and Y's house. Weaker than usual, I mean. *cracks up* They really liked the stroller walk from the previous day... :OOOO OMG!! I didn't talk about my jewelry class!!! Do you guys mind if I zip back to September 15? No? Okay, here we go.

TUESDAY, 15 SEPTEMBER 2015
Right after a laborious afternoon of babysitting, Dad took me to Michael's for my jewelry class. A cake class was in progress at one of the classrooms, and people crowded around the door. The cake class looked fun. I WANT TO TRY IT!!! I'll bet I'm much better at making frosting roses than I was the last time I took a Wilton decorating class.

Anyway, this blonde came up and asked us if we were there for the jewelry class. She didn't look at me, because honestly, why would a nerdy ol' Muslim lady take a jewelry class, eh? Don't she got a grenade pendant already? Or a bomb bracelet? Sheesh!! #IStandWithAhmed #JustAFarDistanceAwayTho #VeryFar

But I was changing the ringtone to vibrate on the little orange dumbphone that Daddy lent me. Do you know why I always take that dumbphone? Because I still live in the century when people were smart and phones were dumb. But even if I do get a smartphone, I'll still be smart, guys. Don't worry. Besides, there probably won't ever be such a thing as an overly-knowledge-stocked phone. ;)


Where was I. Okay, so after the lady got our answers, she told this guy to take us to the breakroom where our class would take place. So, the guy asked us if we had our supplies, and I was still mad at the blonde so I didn't say anything, But I guess I wouldn't have, anyway. Who expects me to talk, eh?


Newsflash! NOBODY had their supplies. Honestly, I'm glad Mom always plans ahead. Not one student had their supplies with them AT ALL. They were all women, though. No teenage girls. There was a seven-year-old, though.

The guy took us to the jewelry section of the store and started TRYING, key word trying, to help the other people find their stuff. I walked away from them, still madded, to the back of the store where I assumed the classroom would be. I didn't find it so I went back to the jewelry section. The guy was having trouble finding the supplies. Professional much? I said loudly, "I have my supplies."

The guy looked down at me uncertainly. "You have your supplies?"

"Yeah."

He looked hesitant. "Do you have them on you?"

Duh! Why in the world would I be present on class day WITHOUT my supplies? Eh? Could I punch a wall?!

"Yes," I said. "You wanna see them?"

He nodded. "Yeah."

I opened my bag and took out my rhinestone beads. The guy found it and handed a pair to the other students, saying "Here you go" as if he knew were they were all along and I didn't help one bit. Geeeeez! I showed him the next one and then he went to the next aisle, and got the item, and I guess he didn't want to be sassed by a short Muslim girl in glasses. Glasses make you look smart. Ohwait he was wearing 'em too. Never mind.

As I was saying, I guess he didn't want to be bossed around by me because he called the blonde over and asked her to show him the rest of the materials. I could've roared if I didn't care about making first impressions.

After everyone got their things, we went to the back of the store where I'd walked to before, and the guy unlocked the breakroom. He put in teh code and hovered over it while looking at us, as if we would want to breakintothe breakroom. Haaa

Then we walked in and the party started. I found a seat next to an Indian laydeh. After we all sat down, the guy made a semiformal hand motion and said something like, "Let's begin! My name is Oscar."

Yello there Oscar. Are you the guy from Sesame Street. HAAAA

"Step one," said Oscar. "Cut a so-and-so that is so-and-so inches long... hold on, I'll go get a ruler and some scissors!" [He leaves]

The Indian person next to me looked around at everyone and said, "Can we all have introductions? I would like to know everyone's names. I'm Avina." (Hearing malfunction!! I learned her actual name after class. Right at that moment it sounded to me like she said Dina.)

I didn't catch what the lady next to her said.

"Darla," said the lady next to the lady whose name I didn't catch.

And I did catch the other peoples' names, but right now I don't remember them. And also, the lady whose name I didn't catch and Darla were already in the room when we walked in. And either they already had their supplies or they planned ahead like Mom and I did. When Oscar came back with scissors and rulers, a lady was with him. Another student. Boy was she excitable!! Her name was Pamela.

Oscar said he was 19 years old, a student in the college that my sister goes to, and not really a jewelry specialist. He's actually a FLORIST. He knows more about FLOWERS. Not like I think that's weird or anything. ('-')

When Oscar told Pamela that he was a florist, she asked him if he was the only boy in his family. He said no. Then she asked him if he was the youngest. He said no. Then she said, "You must be the oldest then?"

"Yeah," he said.

Anyway, I had really high expectations for the class since we bought a professional-looking jewelry chain and rhinostones. I mean rhinestones. But all we did was stuff I could have done all by myself at home. Stringing beads on a chain. Do I look like I haven't been doing that my whole life? Evidently not!

While we were opening our supplies, I undid a staple with my thumb, and the staple pierced my thumb. Blood welled!! Agghh!! I sucked on it until the blood subsided.

I had trouble tying the bracelets with my sweaty hands and the slippery bracelet string. The last bracelet was the hardest to make and everyone wanted to cry. In frustration. Not in sadness because they wanted a better teacher. Just frustration. Trust me.

I helped Avina string her beads after I'd painstakingly threaded mine.

When I was trying to tie up bracelet #2, Oscar asked me, "Are you all right over there, friend?"

I ain't yo friend, I wanted to say. "I'm just having a little trouble tying it up," I said instead.

"Oh, okay." He never came to help. Well, I only wanted my hands touching my stuff anyway. Actually, Avina touched my stuff, but that's okay because she's nice.

Throughout the whole class, Oscar kept cracking lame astronomy jokes. Puh-leeze! I know people who can make up waaay better science jokes.

Class ended at 8:00 even though everyone didn't finish their projects. Excuuuuuse me?

I was the last to leave the room because I was trying to make my spot as clean as possible. Oscar hung around waiting for me to leave. I knew I had to thank him like everyone else did, but, sigh. Oh MAN. I slung my handbag over my shoulder and said, "All right, thank you sir." Can't believe I'm only two years younger than him. And, perhaps I would have controlled the class a little better.

I walked to the front of the store and called Dad. He said he was coming. While the other students paid for their used supplies, I waited outside and stared at passersby. Then Avina came out of the store and asked me if I was waiting for someone to pick me up. I was like yeah. Then she looked at her phone.

Pamela walked out of the store and said that her supplies amounted to $22.41 total. And she said, "If I knew the class was gon' be taught by a kid then I wouldn'a taken the class!"

Avina was like, "Yeah! The supplies cost so much and we have leftovers! We could have shared!"

"Yeaah!" Pamela said. "Michael's only wants our money. It's my favorite store, but it just wants our money!"

"Yes!" Avina said. "I thought I was going to learn how to make earrings or something, not how to make these stupid bracelets!" She laughed and looked cautiously at me. "Right?"

I nodded emphatically. So they saw the light too.

They kept ranting about how bad the class was. They mentioned that Oscar said something about not having enough money and Pamela knew he was just asking for tips. Pamela was like, "I ain't gonna give you no tip!"

Then she looked at me and said, "Hello, honey, how old are you? What grade are you in?"

"I'm sixteen," I said. "I'm in eleventh grade."

"Oh!" she said. "You're a senior... I mean, junior! Are you ready for all that? The projects and all that?"

"Oh, I don't go to school," I told her. "I'm homeschooled."

"Oh!" Pamela and Avina said.

"That's good!" Pamela said. Then she said something about her grandson. Then she went to her car and left after saying goodbye to Avina and me. Avina asked me again if someone was picking me up, and I said yes.

"Okay," said Avina. Then she said goodbye and left.

I walked around the front of the store, waiting for everyone to get out of range so I could pray my Maghrib. Thank the Good Lord, during my second rak'ah, Daddy came. He blocked me with a stray shopping cart. Then he said good evening to a random guy. Then I finished up my Maghrib prayer. Then Daddy took me home. End of story.

Guys, this is a really long post, and it was very tiring to write. I will tell you about my babysitting adventures tomorrow. Thanks for reading! :D

Until next time! :)