A Day in the Life of your average 10-year old...

I see my dad has been sharing some stories about our family on his blog.  Hmmmmm...he sometimes thinks he is pretty funny.  Actually, he sometimes is pretty funny.  But, with his permission, I thought I would share a little more about me and our family.  So, here is the first post on "Small Town Son."

I am an average 10 year old boy.  I live in a small town in the middle of Michigan.  It is really a very small town.  One stop sign. one gas station, and that's just about it.  If you have bad brakes on your bike you could pretty much just shoot right through it without even noticing that you went through a town.  It is small.  It is so small that its zip code only has three numbers.  But, it is my town, and I live there with my mom and dad and my little sister. We have been calling her "the midget" but someone pointed out that that isn't a nice word - so we need a new name for her.  Dad said "no" to my suggestion of "the evil dwarf."

This is what my average day is like. (I think my days are mostly different in the summertime than they are in winter when school is in session - mostly summer is more fun and no homework).

"Wake up for school!"  My mom or my dad will come in my room and get me up for school around 7:30.  Most of the time my eyes are glued to my face since I've been asleep so long.  This is the time I normally unleash my inner Godzilla. "Hello, world.  It's me.  Did you miss me while I was sleeping?"   

My morning routine begins with getting dressed - jeans and a sweatshirt are my favorite and tennis shoes for school. On weekdays I make my own bed to earn money to go toward my boy scout dues.  On weekends, my mom does it for me.  I am not sure how much dad pays her but I get like a dollar a week.  I hope she gets more than I do.

After breakfast, cartoons, and scrubbing my teeth, it is time to leave for school and face what dad calls "the grind." For me that means bullies on the bus, the girl who takes cuts in front of me every day, and hanging out with people who are my friends.


At school - I am in 5th grade, my teacher is sometimes cool and sometimes kind of "loco in the cabassa." My favorite subject is recess because I always get an A and totally rock at all the recess things.  The principal is pretty nice (which means she lives in my neighborhood and might someday read this).  Seriously, she rocks :-).

School lunch is usually delicious (and sometimes disgusting). The worst possible lunch, other than my dad packing some kind of mystery thing in a brown bag, is grilled cheese. It tastes like licking a battery that had been in a pile of leaves.  Yuck.

After school, I go home where I do home work, fight with my little sister, watch my favorite shows, and then have to sweat it out while my mom checks my school work on the computer..that darn stupid tattletale computer.  Afterwards I sometimes get in trouble for not having it turned in my homework - not the best part of my day.

Dinner - "Homer" (my dad) comes home from work and cooks dinner.  Sometimes it is really good and sometimes we tell him he should not cook that meal ever again.  He is the cook in our house.  He keeps telling me how he learned to cook growing up and then looking at me like I am going to have to cook someday.  I hope he is kidding about that.

Some nights after dinner I go to fencing. Now fencing is were you get to see the real action.  Fencing is where I unleash the Reepicheep within me.  On the last day of fencing before Christmas, I faced a guy who looked like he snuck beer before the bout.  I'm not trying to be mean but he looked like an intoxicated man swingin' away at an invisible mosquito. I am fast and "good with the blade" so I did pretty good against him.  Fencing is an absolute blast.  I highly recommend it.

After running all day and an hour or two of fencing, sometime I feel like bedtime is the best time of day. The B-E-S-T time of the day.  I sneak a book in bed and turn on my miner's lamp and read until 10:00 pm or, if I really concentrate, I can sneak my iPod into bed and play games until I fall asleep.

That's a day in the life of this average 10 year old boy.  If you have kids, tell them to get good grades and to always do their homework (well I have to admit I sort of disagree with that statement sometimes :-) )  Thank you for reading :-)

Michael

Small Town Son quote of the month - I like this one.  My Grandma A puts this on her emails - it's from Kung Fu Panda.  "Yesterday was history, tomorrow is a mystery. But today is a gift, THAT'S why it's called the present."

Master Oogwai