Bathilda Bagshot

Right now I'm sitting in second period Psychology with my friend Sydney. So far our class has watched the end of "A Beautiful Mind" and we have made a trip to the computer lab where her computer will nto load her account, my computer will not load my email, and the teacher, "Miss Edgar" (pseudonym),  is laughing obnoxiously at her computer as she blasts Youtube videos that are distracting me.

When Psychology first started in the beginning of second semester Sydney and I were ecstatic to know that we were in the same class, I thought I would for sure be alone and I'm sure she was thinking the same thing. But Psychology has been okay so far, thankfully. Sydney and I have met some really amazing and funny people such as Money, Dr. High, T, and E.

As the semester first began everyone was quiet and shy. No one really talked in our class and it was kind of tedious until Dr. High and Money moved to sit next to Sydney and me. After that everything lightened up, well at least on our side of the room.. Anyway, after Dr. High and Money left, they were seniors sadly, Sydney and I began our own adventures.

Now Sydney and I have done some pretty crazy stuff in this class from meditating on the floor to devising a skit of us cursing each other out. But on this day we were feeling exceptionally..."unique."

It all started off with drawings on a desk. You know, like when someone gets bored they begin to draw random stuff on the desk. Well, where I sat in psychology my desk was drawn on to the max! No space was left not drawn on and eventually someone got fed up and gave the people and me who sat at that desk sheets of paper to draw on. But instead of drawing on those sheets of paper I asked Sydney if she wanted to write stories and see who would add on to the stories...And so Bathilda Bagshot was born!

The story started off something like this:
"There was a fat old bat (Me)...But not an actual bat, an old woman (Sydney)...And she was batty, she didn't have any bat traits (Me)..."

And so we kept adding on to our story until it grew to be a full page and then we wrote a note at the bottom of the page, "whoever finds this, please add on to our story," and so the person who found our story did so!

JB, as we'd like to call him, was an instant crush for both of us. He added on to our story but never ruined the plot or the character. He added new characters, Pathological Liar Man, and he added new ways for Bathilda to escape her tornado imprisonment (if the story is ever found I will write what is on it). It was an instant hit for all of us until, sadly, the story was lost to the dark abyss of the janitor's trash clean up (but we assumed someone stole the story to this day we still believe that).

But, after losing the story Sydney and I decided to write a "thank-you" note to JB for participating in our crazy antics, and so we did. Being creatives bumble bees (and after watching the fourth Pirates of the Caribbean on the weekend, I highly reccommend it) we posted our thank you letter behind the world map in the Spanish classroom. Thankfully, he wrote back and Sydney has the note to this day. So remember, always draw on desks, write on the papers strangers give you, do add-on stories, and check behind maps because you'll never know what you're going to find...

***Side note: Both the bathilda story and the thank you note behind the map were one of my favorite school experiences this year and I hope I have Sydney, who is sitting next to me watching some guy with lion hair dance, in more of my classes next year. Love you Syd(:

XOXO Sarah

******Pictures of the map paper will be posted later.