Hurry Up

SOL #18

Hurry Up

March 19, 09

“Ines, hurry up! You’re going to be late!” My father commanded,

“Well guess what! Since today is Thursday, and Thursday is an unnecessary day because six days are enough. I say I’m NOT going to school today! I told you my nose is really runny and I have a throat and head ache!” I complained. Though that didn’t really work because about ten minutes later I was getting dressed anyway. I really had no problem going to school, but I really didn’t think it was fair to the other kids if my little sickness was contagious.

My food was – as always – eggs and arepa. (Arepa: Popular Venezuelan food that is like a tortilla but maid of corn.) But there wasn’t any orange juice, so I got really thirsty and had to make it to school with water. Then, my dad told me that on Friday we were going to Mathieu’s mother’s party. That would have made my day… if it were Friday. This day is getting annoying, I thought. Then when we got in the car, the annoying, stinky smell that had been sitting around in the car for months was finally gone! My dad had washed the car! (Correction: he told someone else to wash it.) But then, my dad put on a piano concert. I love piano concerts of any kind, I thought they were beautiful. But, from the moment I got assigned a piano concert, my dad didn’t let me hear any other music. So everyday it was the same concert over and over again.

“DAD! Not the concert!” I whined,

“Valentina said you had to hear it all the time.” He insisted. Valentina was my Russian, severe, piano teacher.

“Dad, she didn’t mean ALL the time.” I mumbled,

“Oh yes she did. Want me to call her and ask?” he asked.

“NO!!” screamed, he looked at me, startled, “I mean, no! I got it.” I said softer.

When we got to school, I was able to relax, but I knew that all that would be after me again, tomorrow.