You should’ve seen my face last week when I found out that I got an A on my World History test. And when I found out that I managed to pull my F up to a 94.9 overall, just in time for the third quarter progress reports.
Yeah. Apparently, World History quizzes don’t matter anymore. You can fail all of them and still get an A, as long as you score well on the test and did your World History notebook correctly. Because, after all, they were worth WAAAAY more points than the quizzes.
My little brother, Jerry, can babble a few phrases. “Baba”, or father, was his first official phrase (“Ge-ge”, or brother, didn’t really count, because that’s what all babies say). Then came “Jia-jia!”, which I guess is baby talk for “Jie-jie”, the Chinese phrase for sister. And then came “Mama” (I’m sure you can figure out what that meant), and then “Nai-nai”, or grandma. So, now he knows the family names of everyone in my immediate family!
Of course, he still has to figure out just who is “jia-jia” and all. I’ve been called jia-jia a few times, but most of the time, it was ge-ge or mama. Well, the mama can be reasonable, seeing as how I spend more time with Jerry than my mom does.
And Jerry doesn’t like regular toys either. He prefers Tupperware! Yes, those little plastic containers that are very environmentally and economically efficient. And some environmentalists even take them to Chinese restaurants to store their leftovers in instead of having to kill more trees and put them in paper containers (Mrs. Hodges, my eigth grade history teacher, was one of them).
But Jerry doesn’t know any of that. He just knows that Tupperware is good for biting, chewing, and drooling on. And when you try to take it away from him, he throws a baby-sized tantrum.
With all the squealing and shrieking he does, he sounds exactly like my mom. Even my dad and grandma think so. Jerry, you aren’t starting life on the right path here…
