The Triumphant Return of the Weathergeese

After what seemed like a never-ending blast of winter, spring finally peaked her warm, welcoming head out from under the snow this weekend. The sun shone through, melting away layers of snow and ice.


Joey and I spent a good portion of Saturday and Sunday strolling down random streets. Lila frolicked in the fields. Life was good.


Cut to Monday morning. After begrudingly readying myself for work, I leashed Lila.  We stepped outside. The wind blew its sharp icy breath and in the distance I saw ....


THE WEATHERGEESE!  (If you have no idea what weathergeese are, read this first.)

"WHAT?" I asked, shouting at no one in particular. "You aren't supposed to be back." I said to the geese, oblivious to the glances of other work-bound neighbors.

"No, no, no. It's supposed to be spring. Why are you back?" If I was my neighbor, I would avoid me. They probably all think, "There's that crazy girl talking to the geese."


Lila glanced at the geese, confused as to why I sounded upset. As we closed in on the geese, two soldier geese cried the alarm.

Lila LIKED the honks. She ran towards the geese with full speed. The soldier geese honked faster, wings flapping. Halfway towards the geese, Lila stopped dead in her tracks and went to the bathroom instead.

After she finished, she walked away from both the geese and myself as if she were too cool for school.

A soldier goose eyed Lila. When she was finally a safe distance away, he let out a honk which I interpreted as, "What just happened?"

I looked at the goose and shrugged. I too couldn't explain Lila's bizarre actions.

After leashing Lila and returning her to the apartment, I went off to work.

I returned from work expecting to see the field filled with geese, preparing for a winter storm.

Instead, I saw this -

This is a picture of approximately 25 ROBINS. To the right of this was another group of an additional 25 robins for a grand total of 50 ROBINS!


Um, what?

What happened to my weather geese? Were these the new spring weather robins?

Was there an EPIC BATTLE between geese and robins? The victor laying claim to the next months' weather?

OR have my weathergeese turned INTO springweatherrobins? 

Ok, realistically, I know the geese haven't morphed into these tiny, red-breasted birds. Yet still, a small, teeny tiny, eensy, weensy part of me thinks, "what if the very soldier goose I saw this morning is still on the field, tiny and less intimidating?"

No one is scared of a robin.

Am I now left to predict weather solely on the migratory pattern of birds?

Tuesday morning, I planned to greet my springweatherrobins, but instead laid eyes on an empty field. No geese, no robins.

"Oh well," I thought to myself. "They must have moved on."


Tuesday afternoon after returning from work, I made my way to the apartment. In the distance, I heard a noise. I glanced towards the fields on to be greeted by THE WEATHERGEESE! 


I bet you thought they were gone. NOPE! Apparently, the robins and geese are sharing custody of the fields. Neither of them likes the other, so they schedule their field time accordingly. 

Although, rather than the usual 50 weathergeese, only 10 showed up. So maybe they knew a small snow was on it's way.

As I made my way inside, I called out to the weathergeese, "I DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU WANT FROM ME! What am I supposed to do? IS THIS A SIGN? WHAT DO YOU - Oh hey RayRay - I waved at him- I DON'T KNOW WHAT THIS MEANS!"

In case you were wondering, RayRay is my neighbor. He already knows I am crazy so I don't think he was even slightly phased by my outcry. 

I really don't know. Are they trying to send me a message? Am I supposed to interpret their presence as something more than just the weather? I don't know. Will I ever see the robins again? I don't know. What is it about my neighborhood that makes it THE place to be if you're a bird? I DON'T KNOW!

Thank goodness I took pictures. Each time I asked Joey if he saw the geese or robins on the field, he said he didn't know what I was talking about - there wasn't anything on the field. I AM NOT THIS CRAZY!

I think the weathergeese are trying to hold out with the last of winter while the weatherrobins are cheering on spring. If this is the case, GO SPRINGWEATHERROBINS! Weathergeese, I love you, but I am finished with this snow.

Point of the Story: Bring on the sunshine! I am ready for spring. Let's go SPRINGWEATHERROBINS! ....And hey to RayRay.

Growing Up

As a child, a handful of idioms and phrases confused me. Eventually I figured out my mistakes and realized I had been saying these phrases wrong for my entire childhood. Although, I will admit, embarrassingly, that figuring out the mistakes took years - many, many years. Here are my top phrase mistakes:

1. The Phrase: Giving someone an ultimatum 

Meaning: According to Google, it's giving someone a final demand, which if not followed will result in the break down of issues.

What I Heard: Giving someone an OLD TOMATO

Gross.

My Interpretation: Here's the scenario: you're starving. That is, dying from hunger, which is the very definition of starving. I hand you an old tomato, an old moldy tomato, covered in flies. Now you have two choices:

Option 1 - Eat the tomato, get sick from the mold, contract a food-born illness and die.

Option 2 - Starve to death. Both ways you die. You are left with a really tough decision that you don't want to make.

I am proud of my six year old self for coming up with that reasoning. It's logical and actually resembles the real meaning.

I like my saying much better, so when it is appropriate to say "give someone an ultimatum" I say, "well I guess you have to give them an -" I pause every time for a matter of seconds. In these seconds, an internal battle wages in my head. Should I use the proper term or my term? If I use my term, I will have to explain it. BUT I like my term better. 

The solution? I mumble "old tomato" which sounds just like ultimatum. Since the person is expecting to hear the word "ultimatum", they assume that is what I said. Even though, I know and know you know that I am in fact suggesting they hand the person an old, rotten, moldy, fly-covered tomato. 


I think the phrase SHOULD BE "give someone an old tomato." It makes sense.





2.  The Phrase: Taking someone for granted

Meaning: Not appreciating someone

What I Heard: Taking someone for GRANITE (a type of rock)

That's granite. It's clearly NOT a person. 

My Interpretation: This one never made sense to me. I spent the first 14 years of my life befuddled by this phrase. I KNEW granite was a type of rock. What type of people were made out of rocks? Why would I ever think someone was a rock?


I remember my dad using this phrase when my sisters and I were acting selfishly, not appreciating my mom. My dad would tell announce, "Stop taking your mother for granted." Of course, I heard, "Stop taking your mother for granite."

From my dad's tone, I always knew this was a bad thing. But WHY?

10 Year Old Me Thoughts: I'm NOT taking mom for granite. Mom isn't made of granite. I know that. Why would I even think she was made of rocks? I'm not taking her to the store to buy granite. Why does Dad think I am confused about what Mom is made out of? That is a silly phrase.

Due to the years of confusion, whenever I do say "take something for granted" I emphasize the "T" sound followed by the "-ED" sound I make it VERY CLEAR for all similarly confused children that the word is "granted" not "granite."

You're welcome tiny and confused children.

3. The Phrase: Might as well

Meaning: There isn't any reason for you not do to it

What I Heard:  MIDAS well (as in King Midas)


My Interpretation: This one also made zero sense to me. The only MIDAS I knew was King Midas. I also knew the story of King Midas.

Actually NO, I think I remember the story, but I always seem to combine it with parts of Aladdin, leading to my own, incorrect version of King Midas. 

Without further ado, MY VERSION of King Midas:

There once was a King named Midas. He lived somewhere with waterfalls and rocks and tropical leaves. There isn't a reason for his residency in the stone temple in the Amazon. It's just whenever I think of King Midas, this setting comes to mind.

One day King Midas was walking in his tropical land. He came across a MAGIC LAMP. Clearly, this is the part where I mix up the story with Aladdin.

The King rubbed the magic lamp. Magic, sparkling, colorful smoke surrounded the King. From the smoke emerged a genie. The genie said, "you have rubbed the magic lamp, For that I grant you 3 wishes"  Because that is the amount of wishes genies give to people. I'm not sure why, but it's always 3. 

The King thought and made a wish. It doesn't matter what he wished for. It's only the third wish the matters. The king then made another wish. Again, no one cares what he wished for because that's wish number 2.  For his FINAL wish, King Midas said, "I wish everything I touched turned to gold because I love GOLD!"

OH! I forgot to tell you. King Midas was a greedy king. Being greedy is bad, so he was also a bad king. And he had a son. 

I am not the best at retelling classic stories. 

The genie granted the King's wish. The King's hands lit up as the magic entered through his finger tips. Once his hands ceased illuminating, he ran over to a rock, maybe it was made of granite, and touched it. Instantly, the rock turned to shimmering gold!

"THIS IS AMAZING!" shouted the King as he ran around touching random tropical items, like banana leaves. I like banana leaves. 

The genie and his magic lamp disappeared. The King ran back to his castle, again, I imagine a stone temple-esque thing, waving his hands in the air, ecstatic with his new ability.


For some reason, he passed a wooden swing-set. "I will turn you to gold" shouted the King in glee. He placed a single finger on the seat of the swing-set. The spot where his finger touched turned gold instantly. The gold spread through the set overtaking the wood until standing before King Midas was a solid gold swing-set. I also imagine cool sound effects happening whenever he turns stuff to gold. 

The King, thrilled that his power remained, rushed back to the castle.

When he arrived, the King ordered everyone to the Grand Hall for a demonstration. Sevants, cooks, guards, and the entire castle staff crowded around the King's royal throne.

"Watch what happens when I sit on my throne" he announced, trying to restrain the excitement in his voice.

The King slowly lowered himself into his throne. As soon as he made contact, the throne, like the swing-set and banana leaf, turned to solid gold.

Gasps and came from the crowd. The King laughed as a roar of thunderous applause filled the Grand Hall. The King spent the rest of the day turning trinkets into gold much to the delight of his audience.

The King demanded a feast to celebrate his new power. Cooks and servants worked feverishly to create such a feast. The servants filled Grand Hall with tables covered by the finest linens in the land, gold platters covered with exotic fruits, juicy roasts, and sweet breads to the King's liking.

Once everything was in place, the King walked the Hall, examining the delicacies set before him. "Very good," he said as he eyed the roast. Next to the roast sat a strand of green grapes. The King felt his stomach rumble. To ease the pain, the King plucked a green grape, tossed it in the air, with the intention of catching it in his mouth.

Unfortunately, the King forgot his ability turned EVERYTHING he touched to gold. He had not seen the grape morph into a solid gold sphere. For if he had, perhaps he wouldn't have tried to swallow it.

The solid gold grape flew in the air. The King positioned himself directly under it, mouth wide open. By the time the King realized the grape was no longer edible, it was too late. The sphere lodged itself in his throat. He choked on it and died.

THE END

Again, that's not how the actual story ended, but that's how I completed mine.



SO when people something along the lines of, "MIDAS well go to the grocery store" I reasoned that they were explaining that King Midas would go to the grocery store, therefore we should go to the grocery store because we will get gold. I NEVER was given gold, so I determined that phrase to be a lie. 

I really want a bunch of solid gold bars to stack into a pyramid.

And FINALLY, 

The Star Spangled Banner - alright, this one is a bit different. I know every word of the Star Spangled Banner, thank you years of chorus. However, growing up in Maryland, I learned that the "OH!" portion of the song was to be screamed at the top of your lungs.

Now, I was under the impression that EVERYONE in the U.S. screamed the "OH!" as some sort of "Hooray, we've made it this far through the song. We're almost finished with this awkward part of our lives!"

That, however, is not the case. As a freshman in college, I headed to Virginia Tech's Lane Stadium to witness my first college football game. Before the game, the Corp of Cadets marched on the field, proudly displaying the U.S. flag. Everyone in the stadium rose as we sang along to the Star Spangled Banner. 

And by sang along, I mean murmured because that is what you do when singing the national anthem. We murmur it under our breaths, rocking back and forth in anticipation for the game.

We reached "...gave proof through the night, that our flag was still there."

"OH!!!!!" I screamed at the top of my lungs. As I did, dozens of people turned to look at me in disgust.

 It was only then that I realized I was the only one in the section that had screamed. Wait. Why was I the only one to scream?

Seeing my puzzled expression, an acquaintance took me aside to explain that in Maryland, we scream "O" because of the Orioles, our baseball team. Since our team is nicknamed "The O's" we call out "O" in their support. Additionally, people NOT from Maryland think it is really RUDE to do during the Star Spangled Banner.

What the people NOT from Maryland don't know is that ANY time the Star Spangled Banner is sung in any form in Maryland, we shout "OH!"

Singing it in school? Shout "OH!" Singing it at a sports game? Shout "OH!" Practicing it in chorus? Shout "OH!"

Those are the only times you sing it. So it makes sense that I assumed it was always to be shouted. No one ever sat me down as a child and explained differently. Therefore, I am here for you, CHILDREN OF MARYLAND to let you know, when singing the Star Spangled Banner in another state, do NOT shout "OH!" It's rude. 

The Oriole's O

CHILDREN OF MARYLAND, reserve the "OH!" for Orioles' baseball games and Ravens' football games as I do. But don't fret, because you better believe that when I do have the chance to shout "OH", I do so at the top of my lungs.



Point of the Story: Sayings are much more fun when you hear them wrong. Plus, "giving someone an old tomato" is too good. It SHOULD be a saying.

Also, my versions of classic stories are AMAZING.

Weathergeese

The weatherpeople have a hard job. They have to deal with the fact that when they correctly predict the weather, no one gives them any credit. Yet, when they get it wrong, everyone blames them. That seems like a LOT of pressure.

I appreciate the weatherpeople. HOWEVER, I have found a more accurate weather source. A source that has informed me of EVERY snow storm we've had this winter season. What is this magical source that in my experience has correctly predicted 100% of the snowstorms that have occurred this winter season?


A flock of geese.


That's right. A random flock, maybe flocks because it is a lot of geese, that always show up a day or two before the storm. So far that geese are 4 for 4 for weather predictions. 100%? Perfection. That's as accurate as you can get.

**UPDATE: The geese are now FIVE FOR FIVE!!! Amazing! From now on, the minute the geese show up, I am going to the grocery store to stock up for a storm.


Lila, however, is completely uninterested in geese UNTIL she absentmindedly wanders close to them. When she gets too close, one of the soldier geese, who stands guard, flaps his wings and honks, signaling to other soldier geese that danger is lurking nearby. If the predator (Lila) gets too close, the soldier geese alert all of the grazing geese with repetitive HONK HONK HOOONNNNNKK. The flock then shifts their position. If the predator (Lila) follows, the geese take off, safe in flight.

For Lila, the taking off part is the MOST FUN EVER! She loves to chase the geese as they slowly rise from the ground. However, Lila is always disappointed when they fly away. She chases them, seeming to yell, "WAIT, come back! I want to play! Let me SMELL YOU!" 

However, if the geese are accompanied by goslings, unable to fly, then it's another story. Because instead of flying away, the soldier goose prepares for battle.

Back off. Those fluffy yellow things behind me are my babies. You don't mess with my babies. 

Get too close to goslings and Momma Goose temporarily turns into a cat, HISSING at you. That's right, even though these flying creatures have beaks, geese possess the ability to hiss.

The first time I heard a goose hiss, I was 12 years old. My school took us to a pond in the woods to measure the levels of stuff in the pond. For the life of me, I can't remember what we were measuring. 

Of course, the teacher wouldn't let the students collect the water needed for the measurements because a student could fall into the pond and drown. Who knew 13 years later, I would have rescued a total of 3 people from drowning? One I rescued was a sixty year old man in white water rapids. That was a good save. I will tell that story another day. 


Being that we weren't allowed to collect the water, all the 12 year old students stood around, bored, looking for more interesting things to do. Two boys quickly found that thing. They spotted a nest on the ground. In it were eggs. The boys snuck away from the rest of us in order to investigate the nest. Being a good student, I stayed with the group, but positioned myself so that I could still see the boys. The two rushed over to the nest to examine the eggs, but as they reached a distance of 10 feet away from the nest out of NOWHERE  a goose CHARGED towards them, wings flailing, beak open, tongue out, HISSING - ready to attack. 

I love animals. I love geese. I love their honk because it makes me laugh. It's all "Hhhhhhonnnnnnnnnk." But in that moment, nothing seemed as terrifying as this goose. Imagine a miniature charging rhinoceros, but instead of a horn, it has a beak, open, tongue out, hissing like a snake - that is the reality of an angry goose. These two humans were threatening her babies and that was unacceptable.

The boys went from sneaky, pranksters to scared babies in a matter of seconds. One let out a high pitch shriek causing the rest of my class to turn. The other boy repeatedly apologized to the goose. "Look, we're sorry" he stuttered, "we aren't going to get any closer, we just wanted to see the eggs, but..." HISS HISS said the angry goose. "Ok, we'll just go now" stammered the boy. With that, he stepped backwards slowly. As he did, the goose flomped forward, chest puffed out, wings out, hiss steady.

Under normal circumstances, geese waddle, penguins waddle, ducks waddle, but when stressed or angry, the funny little waddle morphs into an angry, quick paced walk that I can call THE FLOMP. "Flomp" is the sound their little webbed feet make as they rush towards their agressor in a final stand to protect everything they hold dear. When flomping, the animal covers much more land.

Oh my gosh! I have created a new word. Not only that, but I gave a definition. I used it in a sentence. I provide the past tense and gerund of the word. Someone alert Webster, Urban, or Oxford Dictionary they need to have this word added ASAP. 

Years from now, my great-great-great granchild will hold a picture of me up to a bunch of seated children and say, "This is your great-great-great-great grandmother, Rachel. She invented the word FLOMP." Too cool. 

The boys backed away with hands up, leaning forward, almost bowing to the goose to show that they didn't mean any disrespect. Once they were far enough away from the nest, the goose reverted back to goose form and went to check on her eggs.

They boys left unscathed, but I am positive that incident added angry goose to the list of their fears. It sure added goose to my list of animals not to mess with.

Hmm, that was a very anti-climatic story. Sorry for the disappointment. 

The weather-geese showed up on Saturday morning. I am guessing they are flying back from Florida or wherever they went for the winter. However, since they have stopped over, I can only assume a storm is imminent.

As Lila and I walked on Sunday morning, I approached the geese for a photo op. Since the last time the geese arrived, Lila chased them off, I kept us far enough away that the geese felt Lila was a non-issue. Unfortunately, this made for a poor photo of them.

My neighbors are geese, FIFTY OF THEM! They are rather quiet. Perhaps, geese are less honktastic when on the ground. Their presence makes me smile and go to the grocery store to stock up for the upcoming storm.

So, when a big storm is threatening to touch down and you're not sure whether to believe the forecasts, drop me an email and I'll go check with my weathergeese.

Point of the Story: The weather-geese know what's up.

SATs

The SAT, the most important test a high schooler will take. Do poorly on the SAT and you can kiss your dream college goodbye. You can take the SAT a total of three times. CollegeBoard, the distributor of the SAT, takes your best scores and sends them to your choice of colleges.


In total, I took the SAT 3.25 times. That's right. 3 and one quarter times.  


It was a cool Saturday morning. After having a filling breakfast of oatmeal, I LOVE OATMEAL, I drove my mom and myself to my high school. Having only my learner's permit, my mom accompanied me in the passenger's seat to ensure that in the 0.7 miles between my house and my high school, I didn't crash the minivan.


I arrived at my high school, crash-free, parked the car, hugged my mom goodbye, and headed inside.


After checking in, confirming IDs, and  being informed of our assigned location, I walked to the cafeteria where we were informed to wait until everyone had completed the check-in process. In the cafeteria, students stood around awkwardly, attempting to make small talk, but too stressed about the impending test to have full conversations.


We were tired at 7:30 in the morning, bored with standing around, and nervous with the upcoming test. I just wanted to get this stupid thing over. I remember thinking something nearly identical to that.


All conversation came to a screeching halt as a thundering BOOM sounded. Immediately the BLAAARRRRGH of the fire alarms filled the school with it's obnoxious shrieking.


Combined with the blinding strobe light, I find fire alarms to be one of the most annoying life 
saving devices.


There are plenty of life saving devices that forgo the near the shattering of ear drums and blinding of eyes. For example, if you're drowning,  a rescue tube is pretty wonderful and quiet.


And yes, I understand it is completely necessary to make the shrill of the alarm as ridiculously loud as it is to help those hard of hearing and the seizure the lights go through are to alert the deaf to the potential fire, but that doesn't mean I have to like it.



We all looked around incredulously. A fire drill? Now? No. We weren't going out. We needed to start the SAT. However, a proctor came rushing into the cafeteria shouted that we needed to evacuate. When someone come running in a panic and tells you to get out, you get out. You don't question them, just do it. That drives me crazy.

Making my way to the teachers parking lot, I checked the time. I would check the time frequently throughout our story.

7:45 - 7:50 am:  For the first 5 minutes, the crowd of students remained calm, realizing that yes, sometimes fire alarms go off at the most inconvenient times.

7:50 am: A fire truck, lights flashing, sirens wailing, flew down the road, headed to our school. Those at the school looked around at one another nervously. I heard whispers, "could there really be a fire?" Anything is possible, so yes, a fire is always a possibility. It's just highly unlikely. It wasn't as if it were a normal school day and a student accidentally mixed two chemicals causing the science wing to ignite in flames. The only ones at the school were the janitors, SAT proctors, front office staff, lawn maintenance, and  SAT takers.

7:50 - 7:55 am: Once they pulled around to the front of the school, firefighters leapt from the atop their giant red truck. Six of them darted into the building, ready to save lives.

7:55 - 8:04 am No word from the firefighters. We anxiously waited for at least one of them to run out of the building, covered in soot, out of breath from fighting a raging fire to give us some kind of update.

8:05 am: A firefighter emerged, spotless and relaxed. "Is everything okay?" someone from the crowd asked. He nodded, walked back to the truck to get a walky-talky. More firefighters causally exited the building. They formed a huddle, chatting, joking, as if still hanging out at the fire station.

8:05 - 8:10 am: After going a few minutes without any explanation of the current situation from any adult, people started getting angry. I overheard a lot of angry students, muttering expletives. I sympathized. Although, not angry, I too felt a twang of frustration.

When you play sports, you get into this zone right before the game. You mentally prepare yourself to go out there and give 100%. You are ready for the game to start. It's the same way with the SATs. You are mentally prepped, accepting that yes, you do have to take this test today. So when it is rudely interrupted by BLAAAARRRRGGGHH, you are not happy.



8:10 - 8:15 am:  At this point, groups of students made the executive decision that taking the SAT on this specific day wasn't worth all of the drama.


Without letting anyone, the proctors, the front office staff, the head SAT leader, know, handfuls of students filed into cars. Those without cars or without friends with cars, walked over the bridge, all destined for home. I longed to be one of them, free from this circus.


8:15 am: The firefighters loaded back into their enormous truck and drove back to the fire house.


With the amount of people a firetruck holds and the different locations to sit in the truck, a fire truck reminds me of a clown car. With a firetruck, people pop out of all different places. You'll have 6 come out of the front of the truck, no sweat, then 2 show up from the back, another guy is hanging on somewhere on the middle, and look up, what's that? There's a firefighter on top of the truck! It's a game to find all of the firefighters.


8:15 - 8:25 am: With the first rebellious group completely out of sight, more and more of us yearned for the same freedom. Countless inner monologues played out throughout the waves of students. In our minds, we argued without ourselves,

I'm leaving. No, I'm not. I can't. I'm going to. I'm not even in the right state of thought to take the SAT. But, I already checked in. What will happen if I just go? Won't they worry about my disappearance? Can I get my money back? Would they count this as scoring a 0 on the SAT? Has anyone ever scored a 0? Don't you get 50 points just for filling out your name correctly? No, I'm just going to wait a few more minutes.

Once we argued internally, we argued with one another out loud. One student played the role of rational, calm, level-headed friend intent on staying to complete the SATs, while the other, frustrated, antsy, ready to throw it to the wind, and risk a possible 0 on the SATs.

After the conversation concluded, roles reversed and again arguments broke out all over the parking lot.

For my friend Bing, I first took the overwhelmed role as he calmly explained why we needed to stay. A few minutes later, Bing said,

"You're right, we should just go."

I argued that we couldn't leave yet. And we made a deal to stay for another 5 minutes. Once the 5 minutes elapsed, we would leave the school and never look back - until Monday, when we had to go to school again.



8:20 am: At least 30% of the students once outside, waiting for their chance to demonstrate their overall knowledge or waiting for the chance to get the SAT over with, had left. I couldn't really blame them. Here we stood, in the same spot for 45 minutes, on an early Saturday morning without the slightest clue as to what we were supposed to do.

Rumors swirled that whoever was in charge was going to cancel today's SAT and reschedule it for another week. That was it. I was through waiting. I gathered the courage to part from the crowd, slowly, I inched towards the path home, but as I made my daring, although slow get-away, I heard the SAT proctor announce,

Alright, we are going back inside to take the test. 

Choruses of confused, frustrated students called out,

What? What had happened? Where were the details? Remember the firetruck? Was it warranted? Were we really still going to take the SAT? 

I turned back towards the building, my voice joining the concerned students. At this point, it was useless to try and walk home. Some of the proctors were teachers at the school, surely if I walked away, one of them would come get me and bring me back to the test. It was pointless to leave, besides I wanted to know what happened.


Those proctors that weren't our school teachers joined in with the students' displeasure. Their heavy gloom-filled steps thudded against the ground in protest. They too yearned for freedom on this sunny Saturday morning.

We filed back into the school, headed towards the appropriate classroom.

The proctor checked our IDs again as we entered the classroom. I sat towards the front of the room. As more students entered, one question was on everyone's lips, "What happened?"

Finally, one student sauntered into the room with a smug grin on his face. "You're not going to believe what happened," he remarked offhandedly to no one in particular.

The other students and I took the bait immediately, "What happened? Do you know? Who told you?" Even the proctor seemed interested.

The student announced,

Y'know how there are men outside on the riding lawn mowers? One of the them was driving it back into the storage room, lost control, and instead DROVE A LAWN MOWER SIDE OF THE BUILDING! The lawn mower CAUGHT FIRE, EXPLODED, causing the fire.

No, there was no possible way that could be even remotely true. I stared incredulously at the boy. A girl entered the room to catch the tail end of the story. She too had heard the tale from others, and said,

I know, it's crazy right? Who drives into a building?  

I've learned that just because two people say something is true, it isn't necessarily true. You wait for someone in charge to confirm the details or you go find the details out yourself. 

Students buzzed left and right about the prospect of an exploding lawn mower. After a few tries, the proctor managed to settle the classroom. She handed out the first part of the SAT which required us to fill in our name, test date, home address, birth date, high school, high school address, exact time of birth, favorite color, dream getaway. Ok, they don't ask for the last three things, but they do ask for A LOT of information. 


Even as I filled in my life details, my mind focused on the lawn mower. I had so many unanswered questions:

1. What happened to the person driving the lawn mower? 
2. Who put out the fire? The firefighters didn't. I stood near the truck with the giant hose the entire time. They never used it.  
3. We have a STORAGE ROOM for LAWN MOWERS? We don't even have enough classrooms. We have trailers. How do we have a lawn mower storage room?

I guess by SO MANY unanswered questions what I really meant was that I had 3 unanswered questions. Apparently, 3 questions is my definition of SO MANY questions.


Finally, it was time to take the SAT. I looked at the clock which read 9:00 am. We were supposed to start the test at 8:30 am. This exploding lawn mower was cutting into my Saturday.


We started the SAT with the essay section. I opened the booklet which asked something about Abraham Lincoln being the best leader of the U.S.


My mind raced,combining thoughts of explosions, lawn mowers, Abraham Lincoln, his hat resulting in one
overwhelming thought of Abraham Lincoln, dressed up, top hat and all, riding a lawn mower into the side of the building causing a massive explosion. 


The headlines would read: ABE LINCOLN MASSIVE LAWN MOWER EXPLOSION! SAT POSTPONED!


After minutes of attempting to focus myself, I realized there was no way I could write a decent essay. All I wanted was to somehow link my essay to the bizarre occurrence of earlier in the morning. Unfortunately, no matter how hard I tried, I didn't see linking our former president with a riding lawn mower as stellar SAT essay material.


I peered around the classroom to see students writing fervently. I motioned to the proctor. She walked over, leaning over my desk. I quietly explained that I wanted to cancel my scores as I couldn't concentrate. She nodded her head, sympathetic to my struggle, she whispered to me, "They should have canceled this. Do you know where the guidance counselor's office is? That's where you need to go to cancel your scores."

Being the SATs were held in my school, I knew the location of the guidance counselors. I walked down the empty hallway and entered the office. I smiled as I recognized the guidance counselor.

"I'm here to cancel my scores!" I announced.
"Let me guess, with everything that happened this morning, you can't focus enough to take the test, right?" she asked.
"Exactly."
"I knew I should have sent everyone home and postponed the test" she replied, shaking her head in frustration.
"Yes, that would have been nice" I replied matter-of-factly. "Also, what happened to the man driving the lawn mower? Is he alright?"
"I have no idea" she responded. "Alright, I will cancel your scores. You can go home."
"Thank you." I left and walked home, contemplating the events of earlier in the morning.

Point of the Story: To this day, I have NO IDEA what happened to the man DRIVING the lawn mower. I hope he was alright. Some people say they saw him running away as not to get in trouble. I'm not sure if that's true, but if it is, where did he go?