Tumbling "Oh's"

I just found this essay that I wrote for my English 101 class years ago! It's a hilarious story that happened in seminary my freshman year of high school. So I thought I'd share! Some of you may remember this instance, mind you I changed some of it just for the purpose of the assignment. Hope you like it!

"The Tumbling Oh's"

It was the best day of the week, Friday; it was game day in seminary! I got there early to set up my table. I go into the dark empty room. I could smell the usual aroma of dust and morning dew. In the darkness I could faintly see the outline of the tables, set up in the ordinary fashion, two parallel to each other on one side and two parallel to each other on the other side. I put my had against the course bumpy wall searching to find the light switch. I knew I had found it when I felt the painful shock of touching the switch's metal. I turned on the lights. Their brightness stung my eyes for a minute. I took out my group's scripture bin from the gray metal closet close to the entrance and placed it carefully on the back left table. It was my turn to take out our group's scriptures and place them neatly on our table. I put every book in its own place. I placed the perfectly square purple bin under the table out of sight. With nothing left to do I reluctantly take my seat. Suddenly the teacher runs in, out of breath, the brown haired stout teacher threw her materials on the table. Her presence was always known when she entered into the room, because her perfume was so powerful. It was as if you could know when she was walking into the opposite side of the church building. Surprised by my early arrival the teacher greeted, "Hi Karen! You're early!"

"I thought I'd get a head start"
"Since you're ahead of me can you help me set up?" Her voice had desperation; she knew she was too late to do everything her self. Her eyes were big and blood shotand they had big black bags under them.

I couldn't help but to enthusiastically say, "Sure!"

"How about you take these cards and put five on each desk. That'll help me out a lot!" I took the laminated yellow cards and counted out five for each table. In big Florescent letters at the top of the cards it said, "SCRIPTURE BINGO." I was curious how the game was going to be played, I had played bingo before, but never scripture bingo.

After I was done she had me put a large amount of cereal "Oh's" (they're similar to cheerios, but instead of being a hollow "O" they have little kernels in the center; they aren't very easy to stack and get sticky if you hold them in your hand for too long) on each table. The most gorgeous guy, Joshua, was the first to walk in. I had a crush on him since the beginning of the year. His light brown eyes sparkled in the light, his blond hair was course and curly, and his teeth were perfectly straight and white. I had never said anything to him before. Finally, after much debate, I decided to say, "Hi!"

"Hey!" he replied smoothly. Soon the other students started to come in two or three at a time. Everyone was getting settled, while the teacher was making final preparations for the game.

Finally everyone was ready to begin class. "I see everyone has taken out their scriptures, the first thing we need to do is pick them up and stand at the back of the classroom." The teacher then informed us we were going to be changing seats. The teacher called out names pointing to the table you were supposed to sit at. "Karen, Joshua, David, and Stacey. Sit here please." My heart stopped when Joshua's name was called. I was finally going to sit near the "love of my life"! It was one of the best days on my life! While the others in the class were getting their new seating assignments David and Joshua decided to see who could stack the "Oh's" the highest. Stacey claimed, "it will be funny if you knock over Josh's 'Oh's.'" I decided to "accidentally" kick the leg of the table. Joshua's face turned bright red, his fists clamped so tight that his knuckles were white; he turned his head to look directly at me. His eyes seemed to look right into my soul. They were intense and focused. His eyebrows furrowed, meeting at the middle of his bridge. He stood up lifted his right fist and slammed it down on the table. The pound of his fist was so hard I felt it through the floor. The "oh's" and cards all flew off the table and crashed down. At the top of his lungs he screamed, "Who do you think you are?!"My heart was pounding, my heands were sweating. I was ready to run away if I had to. I was scared, I didn't know what he was going to do or say. All I could think was, "How can I be SO STUPID?! Now he's never going to like me!!!" Everyone in the classroom looked over at us.

Timidly, I apologized, "I-I-I.... I'm sorry." Joshua shook his head sat down and began to reconstruct his tower of "Oh's". Everyone continued looking at me; I felt my face starting to get hot. I felt my stomach start to gurgle up the pop-tart I had eaten 15 minutes earlier. I slipped down into my chair not making eye contact with anyone. A minute passes and students went back to rearranging their seats. I leaned over to Joshua and assured him, " I really am sorry. I didn't know you were going to get so mad." He looked at me, smiled a crooked smile and started to quietly laugh. "I'm sorry I got so worked up. I didn't mean to scare you." I let out a sigh of relief; I felt that I had gotten a new start. The awkward silence was ended when the teacher had finished rearranging the class and dismissed us. We put out scriptures into out Perfectly square purple bin and put it back into the closet. We never did get to play Scripture Bingo that day.