Rated T for Teen: Remembering random thoughts

By Taylor Shaffer

I had no idea what I was going to do for this article, until I had a very random thought. Maybe I would do something… Random. I decided to dive into the depths of my memories, and pull out some very weird memories I have stored in my brain. Some are recent, some are from years ago, but they’re all pretty random.

I was at my friends house, and I had a can of Crush soda on her night stand. I woke up around 3 a.m., and I was in a trance-like state, having just woken up. All that registered in my brain was, “Need a drink.” So, I grabbed the can of Crush, opened it as quietly as possible, and guzzled it down like I was in a desert and just found an oasis of water. My friend finds it hilarious.

In eighth grade, I had an obsession with whacking water bottles or things in general off tables to annoy my friends. After dumping my lunch one day, I came back to my table and found that there was a water bottle sitting in front of my friend, Emily. In my infinite wisdom, I slapped the water bottle off the table with full force. I laughed, but it was shortly lived before I realized that the water bottle was open. I received a lot of disappointed looks from my teachers that day.

During the summer, I spend a lot of time staying up until ungodly hours of the night, also known as the beautiful time of 5 a.m. One time, I was really tired, but I was binge watching the Harry Potter movies, so of course I couldn’t go to bed! As I got to the fifth movie, I looked at a roll of toilet paper sitting on the counter (tissues are a luxury, folks), and thought it was my cat. I went to bed straight after and woke up at 2 p.m.

This one is actually from this Halloween. I was on a marching band field trip to the elementary school to play for the kids at Mill Hall. I was playing the cadence on the bass drum, and I tripped over my own shoe. It could have just been a normal fall. I could get back up and keep going. However, take into account that I was carrying a bass drum. It’s half as big as me, and not so light. I ended up smacking my face off the side of the bass drum, and sat there crying out of embarrassment. Looking back on it, the whole ordeal was kind of hilarious.

Another marching band related story happened during band camp. Our band directors were busy, and we had to march back to the school for lunch. My good friend Ally Peters decided to lead us. Once we arrived, she had to get us to stop marching. Usually, that’s done by saying, “Mark time, mark!” I don’t know if she was nervous, but it came out sounding like, “mArK tImE mArk!” (It’s written like that for a nice visual of how it sounded.) We won’t let her live it down.

Last but not least, there was this one time I was in my room, playing with dolls. (I was 8, shut up.) My cousin was obsessed with my cats at that time, and I heard meowing in my room. I thought it was my mind playing tricks on me, until I heard it again. I turned around, and saw my cat trapped in one of the plastic drawers I kept my dolls in.


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