429: cashville get buck.
you are the light
that’s leading me
to the place where i find peace again.
I said this was going to be a blog of my every day occurrence of fails, and i intend to follow through with that promise. Yesterday i was about to sit in bed and read my book. I picked up my book thinking it was my phone and attempted to put in my phone charger jack into it. Fayle strikes again. Oh yeah, if you were unaware that my second name is Fayle Gower along with Mary Gower. That is the precise reason my blog is called, “A Fayle Story,” because that is exactly what you get. The credit goes to you, Jorden Chandler Pense. Last week i had just gone to TCBY and was driving down the road enjoying my yogurt. I was stopped at a red light and i was just scooping the last bite into my mouth when i felt a sudden jerk. I had hit the lady in front of me. How? Do i ever know? Negative ghost rider. So i utter the word, shit, and proceed to get out of the car to confront the woman who had just gotten out of her car to come roar at me and tell me, “YOU STUPID TEENAGER WHY CAN’T YOU JUST PAY ATTENTION.” I said i was sorry and she gave me the stink eye and asked me for my information. I asked if there was any damage and she said she didn’t care she just wanted my information anyway. Cool. So i nervously wrote down my name and accidentally started to write Fayle Gower. Not even kidding. I erased it and wrote down my REAL name. I never told anybody that. I swear this alter ego is corrupting my true identity. There is no one else to blame other than my college friends. I have not failed yet today so that is curious.
As Coach Mathews rants about the infamous school called Mamma’s Boy Academy: oh my apologies, Montgomery Bell Academy, I sit in the back of the room listening to the hilarious wise cracks about this arrogant joke of a school. If you are a student at MBA i ask forgiveness in advance for anyone who is offended or displeased with my observation. MBA kids are an assemblage of egotistic, stuck up boys who classify themselves as men. They are all the same for one exception: Ross Martin. Steeplechase is where the high and mighty behavior is revealed, along with basketball games, football games, baseball games…ect. Every MBA boy that i have come across has given me the same impression every time. They are frat-tastic, golf-swinging, gun shooting, seersucker short wearing, presumptuous, stuck up, beer-ponging, fucked up (pardon my french), old money, superior, and stereotypical wannabe’s. If you would like to add more to my bluster, i would advise you to do so. I do have friends that currently have MBA boyfriends, i can say that i approve Ethan Vines. Therefore there are two exceptions, so I stand corrected. Coach Mathews and i hold the same beliefs and opinions of this so-called “sacred” place. Visiting the campus makes you feel contaminated and unworthy of acceptance. I have yet to meet an honorable MBA student; omitting my two exceptions. I do NOT regret to announce Montgomery Bell Academy as, “Hades on earth.”-Jason Mathews. The entire Brentwood Academy population would stand in agreement without hesitation. Authenticity at its finest.
So i found myself lying on the ground, next to ‘da priest’, along with countless bodies looking up at Mr. Hollis writing foreign languages on the board about past languages and their history. Midieval attitudes toward Language to be exact. His throat hurts today so he is unable to bawl at us for not being attentive. We are currently reading The Hobbit, although tomorrow is the last day for discussion before we start the long journey of Lord of the Rings. Steve Hollis is a small man with a keen mind that can travel to multiple invigorating places. I attend this class every day for an hour and five minutes. I walk out the computer lab door with more knowledge each time. He currently is wearing a light grey/green washed out collared shirt and a red tie with perfectly round, cylindrical circles. You could say he resembles a hobbit, but he is much more than that. An educated and sophisticated hobbit, he would be the Bilbo of that time. That is a day in the life with Steve Hollis. Stop by room 214 to get a closer look.
I attended a little thing called college for a weekend (cfaw) at Liberty University. I could go on and on about the foolish rules and the stuck up southerners but that would take up much more than one tumblr page. All i can say is that do not be fooled by Christian university’s such as one in the barren town of Lynchburg, Virginia. One girl from New Hampshire asked me what sweet tea was. Do you live in a barn for God’s sake? You might not have it in your little town of NH, but you should at least know what it was. And don’t laugh when people from Mississippi or Tennessee say yes mam or no mam, hold your tongue you simple-minded northerner. Despite all the negative rubbish, I did swing with some really cool people from Michigan and Mississippi. Shout out to Sadie Smith, Carli Shaw, Emma Wilson, Summer Wieland, and Spencer Penfield, cool cool people. The dorms are across the highway too. One of the buses did have rave lights though..