Jimmy Mac

A little story… regarding Outdoor Ed. I am not sure how many people have done outdoor Ed., but I believe it is an East Coast thing or at least for the schools in my county. So anyways Outdoor Ed. is a three day - two night trip to some campsite area where half of the 6th grade class misses school for half a week to do this. It is extremely fun and I have fond memories of Outdoor Education so I thought I would share a few.

The Plastic Knives
So there is this kid named Jamaal and he constantly caused problems for others at outdoor ed. He was kind of funny… in an odd kind of way. He constantly would pull stuff such as flushing peoples boxers down the toilet, or singing “Rollout… Rollout” when we were trying to go to sleep. So my friend one night had brought back some plastic knives from the mess hall (now he was in 6th grade so give him a break) and told me about his plan or prank that he would play on Jamaal. He told me that he would place the couple plastic knives underneath the mattress and when Jamaal would go to sleep the knives would go through and stick him causing him to scream. I was kind of scared that the kid would get hurt, but the plan made me chuckle so I didn’t mention anything.

So my friend placed the knives underneath the mattress and then we waited for Jamaal to hop on his bead and being his yelping. Well things did not go according to plan, and that is probably for the best, because he would have been bad for the both of us if the knives actually did stab him although we were not thinking long term.

Jamaal had gotten in trouble like usual and was running away from the counselors. As he ran away he decided to hop onto his bed causing the knives to snap into several miniature shards that covered the entire floor surrounding his bed. The counselor shocked, picked up the pieces and noticed that it was a part of a plastic knife and yelled at Jamaal only to be met with the response “SOMEBODY FRAMED ME! SOMEBODY FRAMED ME!” I think I must have laughed so hard that day. The kid didn’t come back the next day, and I wonder if it was due to that or the other problems he caused during that year.

Also at outdoor ed I had roomed with one of my best friends, which is kind of funny because he used to be one of my worst enemies. At outdoor ed I teased him because I thought he told me that one of his other names was Laurie. He nearly killed me, but it was fun.

Hey there, this is Jimmy and this will be my first post on my new blog. So let me just tell you about myself and the purpose of this blog so I can get everything out there. So I am 12 years old and I live on the mean streets of MoCo in the Washington D.C. area. I am in 5th grade and work at a child development center where I am teased constantly for being to tall for my age and too old for my grade. I write mad rhymes and make ill stories about my life. It’s pretty hardcore livin’ my life, I mean sometimes my teachers give me tests and sometimes they even give me homework. I constantly have to watch my back because there might be another gang fight in the area, it’s like “yo’ wat be up wit’ dat G?” The last gangfight I had so many battlescars, almost too many to count. I had a purple nurple and some other spit. I know it is hard to imagine that someone would have to battle it out hardcore like that everyday, I know because I think the same thing each day. Some people make tough decisions in their life, but I have to decide whether I want to buy an xbox or a playstation, now who has to make that kind of decision in their life? Probably one… That’s ME… Hardcore… and a straight up G!