For the Scouts and the Boo Radleys

Last night I was flipping through the new Sync, a free Little Rock paper that focuses on the people of the Little Rock area, as well as the fun things to do in Little Rock. We like Sync because they have a section about the Little Rock Kickball Association (in which we are actively involved and in love with) in every issue. On one page I happened to notice a little Q&A section with four young adults. The question asked was this: “What is the worst book you have been forced to read in school, and why?” Three of those four people gave very reasonable, understandable answers. But the fourth person…oh, the fourth person.  I saw his picture, and before I even read his response, I knew it was going to be ridiculous, embarrassing, disappointing, and, I’m sorry, just stupid.

Now this guy is one we all know. Camouflage hat, cocked over to the side. Messy, unkempt hair. An extremely patchy beard, if you can so call it that. You know the kind of guy I’m talking about. I look at his picture, then I grudgingly slide my eyes over to read his response. Once I read it, I was so appalled and frustrated that I didn’t even know what to do with myself. This, my friends, is what he said was the worst book he ever read, and why:

“To Kill a Mockingbird, because I already know how to kill a mockingbird.”

*crickets chirp*

I know. It’s disgusting. That book is my second all -time favorite book (The Giver is number one), and the movie is one of my all-time favorite movies. The subject matter makes it a must-read for every American, and to know that there are people out there that hated it just makes me sick. I know not everyone enjoys to read, but good grief. To Kill a Mockingbird? That’s really the worst book you’ve ever read? Actually, that might have been the only book this guy had ever read, so I’m actually feeling a little bit better about this whole thing….

Anyway. My mom told me to watch To Kill a Mockingbird when I was about, oh, 10 or 11 years old. I immediately latched on to Scout, because I was secretly convinced we were the same kid (I actually still think we were. Have you seen my Kindergarten yearbook picture? Same haircut). This began my love affair with To Kill a Mockingbird, and it also explains why I feel the need to protect it. It also explains why I’ve held out hope that I would find a husband who would be excited about the idea of naming our daughter Scout. But that hope recently died when Dallas shot down the idea, which means the name Scout has now fallen to the name of my next girl dog.

I guess more than anything, this guy’s response makes me sad. He never fell in love with Scout and Jem and Dill and Atticus and Boo Radley. He never even gave them a chance. He just tossed them aside because he already knew how to kill a mockingbird. What a shame.

Thank God!

Ticket Stub Saga #5: American Outlaws

American Outlaws
Director: Les Mayfield
Release Date: August 17, 2001
Starring: Colin Farrell; Scott Caan

I actually don’t remember much about the actual movie at all, but I remember the experience. This was the first time Crissy and I got to hang out with our basketball coach’s wife, Angelina. She invited us to go see the movie, so we agreed, and we all had a good time. One of Angelina’s friends went, too. The Bishop’s had lived in the Fort Smith area for a year at that point, but for some reason Angelina still got lost on the way to the Carmike in her little blue Cavalier. It was after this movie that Crissy and I started hanging out with Angelina pretty often.

Ticket Stub Saga #4:

American Pie 2
Director: James Rogers
Release Date: August 10, 2001
Starring: Jason Biggs; Alyson Hannigan 

This is one of those movies that I’m actually kind of embarrassed to have the ticket stub. But it was an OK movie experience, aside from the extremely obnoxious guy who sat in front of me and laughed like a fool throughout the entire movie. My brother Bryan and I went to see this movie just a few days before he left to go to college in Wichita, Kansas. I think that was the first movie Bryan didn’t mind taking me to see. I was just an annoying sister before this. But I think we both saw it as some good ol’ brother/sister bonding time before he left the house for good. I had fun, and I thought the movie was hilarious at the time.

It’s a good feeling…

…when you pack up your desk at a somewhat humiliating job which consisted of making copies, sending faxes, and transferring telephone calls, and prepare to start a career at the William J. Clinton Presidential Library as an Archives Technician. As a history major, I can honestly say that a job like this is a dream come true, and I’m on Cloud 9. Next goal: meet Billary.

Google Search

So apparently someone found my blog yesterday by typing the following in the Google:

“then he knocked me down and stol mah buk.”

I don’t even know what to think of that.