But anyway...I'm doing a science project on the best cleaner for whiteboards, using little bitty whiteboards and stuff. I don't really like it much. Meh.
I thought of this really awesome scenario for a book. I just have to get my copywrite symbol so you know it's MINE ALL MINE AND YOU MAY NEVER USE IT!!! MWHAHAHAHAHHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA*cough cough* Anyway...um...yeah.
The rest is told in Missy's point of view.Missy had a person in her school, who always sat at her lunch table, and told really perverted jokes. The worst part about this was that this was a Christian school. One day she had had enough.
"Hey...um...Carlos...would you mind stopping with the perverted jokes?" I asked.
He looked at her kind of funny, and said, "But they're funny. I mean, did I tell you about the time when my girlfriend looked at me, and said, 'Carlos...you're a liar, a jerk, and a sick minded pedophile.' I looked her in the eye, and said, 'Why, Sally, those are mighty big words for a three year old!'"
I had had enough, so I punched him in the shoulder. Kind of hard actually. The look of shock on his face was hilarious. But what wasn't hilarious was the fact that my principal had turned around just in time to see me punch him.
He marched over to my small table, and looked me straight in the eye. "Is there a reason you just punched Carlos?"
"Yes, sir. He keeps cracking perverted jokes, day in and day out, and I have had enough of it. So I asked him kindly to stop, he didn't, so I punched him."
My principal's eyebrows shot up. "Oh really?"
"Yes really."
"And what do you think Jesus would have done?"
I thought about it for about five seconds, before looking him straight in the eye, and saying, "I think he would have asked politely, and when the perverted jokes kept being thrown around, he would have turned Carlos over his knee, and given him a spanking."
"And is there a reason you think that?"
"Yes, yes there is. My reasoning is that God disciplines his children, and it's typically painful."
My principal raised one eyebrow. "But, violence is not the answer."
"You're right. It's the question, and the answer is...it depends on the situation."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, you said that violence wasn't the answer. And it's not. It's the question, and the answers could be either yes, no, or it depends on the situation."
"Name me one time when Jesus used violence in a situation."
I smiled. Wow...the principal of a Christian school, and he didn't even know the answer. "Well, when he drove the money changers out of the temple. Because, I'm pretty sure he wasn't all like, 'will you leave? Please? Oh...you don't want to? Okay. Will you leave?' and that went on forever. Because if that happened, he would just get annoying and they would throw him out. Instead he probably yelled at them, and I'm pretty sure you don't tip over the money changers tables unviolently. If I turned over this table, I would do it violently."
He looked surprised that I had found a reasonable answer. "Oh really?"
"Yes really."
"So, are you trying to say that you see nothing wrong in what you've done?"
"Well..."
"Yes?"
"I suppose I could have punched him harder.... But other than that, I did nothing wrong."
My principal's face changed, and he stared at me hard. "You finish your meal, then meet me in my office."
"Yes, sir." I had the feeling I was going to be getting ISS. But I didn't really care.
©by Katie Holm...author of this little tidbit, and pretty much everything on this blog.
Well, what do you think? Good? Bad? I like it, and I guess that in a way that's the most important thing. You have to like your own works. Which I do a lot of the time, but not all of the time.
Anyway, I have other net-surfing to do.
Love y'all!!!
~Katie :)
You are such a goober, Kay. :)
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