Sunday, May 2, 2010

The Greatest Day Undocumented

I've been absent due to a surge of drama through my group of "friends".
Although I must admit it was the closest I have ever been to actually inflicting physical pain on another human being in three years. However I don't want to retell the tumultuous tale of my first adventure with female drama but I will tell about the greatest day of my seventeenth year, on April 23.

Anyone who has attended Panther High will tell you that any reason to get out the classroom is a good one. So how does Panther High satiate this need? Its called Discovery Day (that's the actual name), a day when all 612 students and 60 faculty and staff attend trips in Manhattan and Queens, mostly in Manhattan though. The trip I was set up with was American Royalty to this day I haven't the slightest clue what happens during this trip or how much it costs exactly but I can say that due to a mishap on my permission slip I was not permitted to join my classmates.

I was stranded or so I thought. I wasn't angry, I saw the situation for what it was annoying. I had a bag of over priced skittles, an $11 metro-card, a purse with some books and a debit card with no place to go. At that moment my friend Cam hopped off the 40 bus and I accompanied her to school where I put in a call to my mother to inquire what was her take on the predicament. She told me to go to the city and stay there for lunch and then go to a movie theater until curfew (21:00). That sounds easy but it was after seven o'clock in the morning when mom told me that and I don't know how long I can stay in the city with that many people bustling around. So I left Cam in the caf and walked to the express bus that would have taken me to a trip with people that I probably didn't know, I started toward 42nd Street which took an hour. During this hour I read a book my friend recommended and I am far to embarrassed to admit it but it was Twilight, its not what you think I am not a Twilight Saga fanatic. I was recommended the series because of my expressed cynicism over the wave of vampire fanatics due to the all too juvenile romance between a vampire and a human depicted in the series which I took no effort to read before making such a judgment and for that my deep apologies Miss Stephenie Meyer. So I read and watched the streets pull each other into my sight and when I reached my destination I popped out of the bus in front of Bryant Park which is across the street from the New York City Library which is the best place in the world if you ask me but for some reason I could not approach this beautiful building and went about my travels.
First I searched for my favorite store, Book Off . Book Off is a Japanese book store that buys and sell books. I bout two manga, graphic novels, and then went to Kinokuniya another Japanese book store which is ten times more expensive because it is very high end. Then I took my shopping bag of books and got lunch on 43rd with a very big smile on my face as I walked passed a group of girls from my school mid tour.

After this I went to AMC theater in the Bronx and stayed there for hours watching numerous movies and taking in a lot of sugar.First I saw "the Diary of a Wimpy Kid" out of sheer curiosity only to find myself sitting in the theater alone with nothing but my nachos and comments to keep company for two hours and you may find it perplexing but it was a very enjoyable experience due to the fact it was a large, empty, dark room. The only complaint I have is the fact that when there are no people around the sound of the speakers is more intense as there are less things for it to bounce off of. After that I watched "Kick-Ass" twice because I enjoy violence profanity more than I thought I did. I saw "Why Did I Get Married" which I found very interesting because the ending was...unexpected. Last but not least "Death at a Funeral" was on my list of must sees and I must admit Chris Rock and Martin Lawrence do not disappoint.

And that is the greatest day that almost went undocumented.
My first day as a somewhat regular person.

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