Done. Finished. Capstone is over. Those are special words to me. After two months of, ” What are we doing next? Let me guess, Capstone,” oh, and by the way, every time I asked that, it was a yes with a sparkly teacher smile, we were done. To me, Capstone being over was as big as the Cavs beating my Golden State Warriors in the Finals. After the final share, I realized that I would miss Capstone. Just a tiny bit. I’ll give you a not-boring play-by-play of my CapCon Share 2016. Hope you enjoy the show.
Like the last words in my intro? C’mon I know you do, you just don’t have to admit it, you’re welcome whoever you are. Anyway, the rehearsal for our big share was the day before it. They call it “rehearsal”, but I call it “sharing the fun stuff to the little kids”, because literally, that was what we were doing. No offense, fourth graders and third graders who think they are “big boys/girls”, P.S., even if they’re definitely not. It started at 9 on the dot with little kids flooding in from all entrances. My sister was the first to see it. She said I like it a little to nice for me to believe it, but hey, you get all the meaningless comments and you put it into one stinky lump, it actually turns into a “compliment”, sort of. This 3rd grader, Kevin tried watching my iMovie, even though my sister was using the only device that could let you hear and he said, “Duh, I don’t get this.” Well, you don’t get it because you don’t have headphones, so you can’t hear anything. I think he was too dense to even figure out that the sound was more than half the project. What are they teaching third graders these days?
After kids started to get uninterested with all the Capstone stuff, they just talked and horsed around with each other, so I just sat there, doing nothing except occasionally trying to catch a fly that was annoying me. I had o such luck.
Five minutes later, the next round of kids came. I was happy. They were about all Kinders. That meant that they would be zoned out while they watched my puppet show so they wouldn’t ask sophisticated questions like some of the brainy fourth graders. One kid was so spaced out that he said, “My brother sat on me .” I remember that kid’s high-pitched voice like it was yesterday. Every five minutes I would go to one of the aides patrolling the area when we could have snack. I wanted to get out of that sweltering room so badly. But, I had obligations. I almost wished I did a live presentation so I could be in either the computer room or the auditorium which had fans and A/C.
I’ll skip the next rounds because, half the time I was half-asleep, so I don’t really remember what happened. Hopefully, my teacher won’t read this.
When we were done I raced to the 5th Grade wing. I ate my snack, then sang for moving-up “rehearsal”.
The next day, things changed a little. We were going to sing first and watch my dad’s moving-up video before the sharing. I decided not to bring my laptop, and to bring my chromebook instead. I made this decision because I was afraid someone might tamper with it while I would be singing. I think I read and watched to many spy books and movies. This decision would later sabotage my sharing ability, but that’s not really important-right?
In the heat of the moment, I forgot to bring my headphones, and it was way to loud in the meeting room, so I had to just show my family my blog posts and main inquiry question answer. This made me upset. I would have to share everything at my grandparents house, instead of sharing in the meeting room. I was so angry I left the school, missing the nice spread that was set up in the gym. I wasn’t in the mood to socialize with any people. Don’t worry, I was allowed to leave school early.
The share at my grandparents house wasn’t so bad. At least it was quiet. But I did regret not getting a bagel before I left the school, though. To me, it felt like I’ve gone rogue. I really have to stop reading spy books.
Sadly, this is my last Capstone blog post. Even though I didn’t really enjoy the actual project, I liked writing blog posts. Just saying, you’ll miss my blog posts. They’re so funny, a kid doubled over laughing hysterically. If that’s you, well, you see how funny I am. Anyway, my last words will be Agent Marks out, OVER. (Spy Books.)