American Girl Spring

Something very strange just happened... but I must tell a story first.

When I was little I loved the American Dolls. I had the Felicity doll (okay,still have her) and all of the books and the clothes and I watched the movie on Hallmark; I was so cool. My sister Rebekah had the Kirsten doll and Christina had the Josephina doll (we used to call Christina "Josephina" because she literally wanted to be the character, not just play with the doll) and Jessica had Bitty Baby... because she was a baby. 

We had so much fun with those stinkin dolls... so much fun that I decided it would be cool to attend the American Doll workshop during Spring Intercession. I don't know if other elementary schools had spring intercession, but it went a little like this: there were classes that the students who were behind could attend to get extra help, then there were classes where over-achievers like me could attend so that even during spring break I was going to class. I was such a nerd. So I picked the American Girl class... big mistake.

It was the first time I had ever been to Logan County High School. I was about eight years old. Everything was big there, even the clocks. To be honest, I didn't even know I was at the high school. I thought the class would be at my school, so when I got on the bus and it took me 20 miles to this big place that looked really scary... I FREAKED out. The first day was horrible. We talked about the American Girl Doll Samantha, who I didn't even like and made tea cakes, which were nasty, and talked in English accents. It all lasted about three miserable hours. 

The next day I cried and faked sick so I wouldn't have to go.

But the next day my mom showed me that she was smarter than I was and made me go anyways because she had paid $20 so that I could go to the stinkin thing. I think I had fun. I made a friend named Courtney and I called her on the phone once. When I got to high school I had a class with her and realized we were not going to be friends during high school. I don't remember anything else about that week besides making a cookbook and then going to Pizza Hut with my family as a reward for sticking in there all week. When I started high school about four or five years later, the memories came flooding back when I saw the clocks.

All that to say, I just walked out of the computer lab here at WKU and smelled a smell in Java City that reminded me of that American Girl Spring break long ago... funny, right?