Jan 5/94
I awoke this morning, ate, got ready for school, and left. I arrived early, and I talked with DW. I went to class, chatted, and had mentorship. At 9:30, I went to swim class. (Pamala called me a flirt because I was joking around with Jordan. I went to English, went to a newspaper meeting, went to History, went to Science, did a lab, and went home. I waited for my parents to come home (they called, saying they were going to be late), went swimming, came home, ate, helped clean, watched 10 min of TV after talking to Cara, and put some stuff in the washing machine to be washed.
Bad mistake.
After re-arranging the books on my shelves, my brother, who'd gone down to the kitchen for whatever purpose, yelled to come down because the machine was overflowing. Correction. The sink in which the machine emptied its water was overflowing.
Immediately my brother and I went into action. We mopped up 3/4 of the water on the basement floor, and 1/4, maybe 1/2 of the water in the laundry room. At this point in time, my parents came home.
They spazzed. Severely spazzed. My dad yelled at us incessantly (for being stupid: why didn't we hear the water overflowing in the basement, even though we were on the second floor?) Plus, he'd redone the drywall the week before, so Dad was pretty irate over that.
Basically, it was not my ideal way to finish off the night.
How cheery.
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