I walk into Middlefork School on my first day of second grade. My classmates and I are all in a circle playing the name game. I stand up and introduce myself “Hi, everyone my name is Sheff Dynek.” Everyone stars mumbling in confusion, so I stand up again and say “ugh... Sorry my name is Sheffield Dynek,” as if that would make things better. My teacher asks me, “Sheffield maybe you would like to tell the class your story.” So I stand up and tell everyone the origins of my name, and when I finish everyone is amazed. I’m the coolest kid in class, until the end of their season when the cubs only end up winning 35 of their games.
It was 2003 and the cubs had miraculously made it all the way to the semifinals. My mother gets call from a representative a fox news station asking if my family would like to come in for an interview. The following Sunday all seven of us; Julie, Ralph, Addison, Clark, Grace, Ivy, and I trudge in for a live interview. Everything goes great and we’re out of there just in time for a nice lunch. The following Monday I go to school. Right when I walk in the doors I’m stampeded by giddy little seventh graders begging for my autograph. They had all seen the interview and thought that I was some sort of a star. The cubs would later go on to loosing that series and continuing the infamous cubby curse.
Walking down the street wearing my favorite cubs shirt from the 1970’s some kid yells out the window of his jeep 4x4 with a cardinals sticker on the back “the cubs #@% suck!!” me being the cubs fan that I am yell back some profanity. I see the car brake then comes to an abrupt stop. Two kids jump out of the car and start walking towards me, we start pushing each other and yelling then one of them swings at me; I duck and hit him with a right hook, the second kid swings and makes contact with my face, I fall over and one of them jumps on top of me, I push him off kick him, then the other kid tackles me hits me again but this time in the ribs, somehow I manage to squeak my way out and run as fast as I can out of there. Walking away I ponder, well maybe I should pick another team… nah I’m a cubs fan for life.
Wednesday, October 7, 2009
Sunday, September 20, 2009
Final draft
Sheffield dynek
Period 4
09/20/2009
Ugh... I Forgot
About two days ago:
“Sheffield do you have your homework” my math teacher asks me.
“Uh… I Forgot”
December 7, 2008:
I glance at my hockey bag and wonder why it looked so small before slinging it over my shoulder and walk out the door. I get in my car and drive to practice. Once I arrive at the rink I open my bag to find out that I’m missing my pants and shoulder pads, necessities for any sort of hockey. I start to freak out. I start rummaging through my teammates bags and finally I find a pair of pants. I throw them on and run into the pro-shop, where I am currently employed, and ask my manager in a frantic mess “Chris let me borrow a pair of pads I’ll pay u back later it’s an emergency!”
“Well Sheff I don’t know if that would be alright you know our policy on IOU’s.” I hated that guy so much, and after arguing and complaining with him for five insanely long minutes I convinced him to let me pay for the pads later. I run onto the ice close to fifteen minutes late. My coach yells at me and then makes me skate laps for the rest of practice.
December 7, 2008 after practice:
“Sheff, will you wash my pants and bring them to practice tomorrow?’ my teammate asks me once we get off the ice.
“Yeah sure no problem”
Friday December 21, 2008:
I turn on my phone after school. One missed call and one voicemail from Chris Street. I call my voicemail. “Hey… Sheff its Chris Street over here at Total Hockey” like I didn’t know where he worked or who he was, “you know you haven’t paid us back for those pads you borrowed in about two weeks now. If you can bring in the money on Monday the next day you work that would be awesome. Ok, see ya later.”
Monday December 23, 2008:
“Sheff, by any chance do you have that money for those pads you bough.”
“Ugh… yeah you know what Chris I don’t. Sorry. Can I bring in the money the next time I work by chance?”
“Well, Sheff I think I’m going to have to check that out with Rocco first.” This guy really can’t do anything for himself, can he? He always had to ask Rocco, our district manager, for everything.
About a month earlier:
“Hey, Chris do you think that it would be alright if I sat on this chair while no one is in the store?”
“Well, I don’t really know what our policy is on that here, I’ll call Rocco.”
Rocco’s response, “yes Chris, the employees are allowed to sit down while there is no one in the store.”
Tuesday December 24, 2008:
I turn on my phone after school. One missed call from Chris Street and one voicemail from Chris Street. “Hey there Sheff it’s Chris over here at Total Hockey.” I really did hate this guy. “As you know you haven’t paid for those shoulder pads in about three weeks now. So... we’re going to go ahead and discontinue your employment over here.”
Practice December 24, 2008:
“Hey Sheff do you have my pants today.”
“Ugh… no sorry I forgot.”
Getting to know my Mother:
“Sheffield Dad and I are going out to dinner, when we get home I want all of these dishes done and put away. Make sure it gets done.”
“Ok, mom I’ll make sure, that I get that done.” Of course I thought that I was going to get the dishes done before my parents got home. But one thing leads to another and I found myself in the basement playing video games for the next two hours. Until, my parents walk in the door and my mom yells down the stairs.
“Sheffield!” I run up the stairs and simply look at my mother and immediately the word dishes pops into my head.
“What were you doing for this whole time we were gone Sheffield!?”
“Ugh… sorry mom I forgot” saying it with the tinniest hint of laughter under my breath. I somberly walk over to the sink put on my yellow gloves and start cleaning the dishes.
Period 4
09/20/2009
Ugh... I Forgot
About two days ago:
“Sheffield do you have your homework” my math teacher asks me.
“Uh… I Forgot”
December 7, 2008:
I glance at my hockey bag and wonder why it looked so small before slinging it over my shoulder and walk out the door. I get in my car and drive to practice. Once I arrive at the rink I open my bag to find out that I’m missing my pants and shoulder pads, necessities for any sort of hockey. I start to freak out. I start rummaging through my teammates bags and finally I find a pair of pants. I throw them on and run into the pro-shop, where I am currently employed, and ask my manager in a frantic mess “Chris let me borrow a pair of pads I’ll pay u back later it’s an emergency!”
“Well Sheff I don’t know if that would be alright you know our policy on IOU’s.” I hated that guy so much, and after arguing and complaining with him for five insanely long minutes I convinced him to let me pay for the pads later. I run onto the ice close to fifteen minutes late. My coach yells at me and then makes me skate laps for the rest of practice.
December 7, 2008 after practice:
“Sheff, will you wash my pants and bring them to practice tomorrow?’ my teammate asks me once we get off the ice.
“Yeah sure no problem”
Friday December 21, 2008:
I turn on my phone after school. One missed call and one voicemail from Chris Street. I call my voicemail. “Hey… Sheff its Chris Street over here at Total Hockey” like I didn’t know where he worked or who he was, “you know you haven’t paid us back for those pads you borrowed in about two weeks now. If you can bring in the money on Monday the next day you work that would be awesome. Ok, see ya later.”
Monday December 23, 2008:
“Sheff, by any chance do you have that money for those pads you bough.”
“Ugh… yeah you know what Chris I don’t. Sorry. Can I bring in the money the next time I work by chance?”
“Well, Sheff I think I’m going to have to check that out with Rocco first.” This guy really can’t do anything for himself, can he? He always had to ask Rocco, our district manager, for everything.
About a month earlier:
“Hey, Chris do you think that it would be alright if I sat on this chair while no one is in the store?”
“Well, I don’t really know what our policy is on that here, I’ll call Rocco.”
Rocco’s response, “yes Chris, the employees are allowed to sit down while there is no one in the store.”
Tuesday December 24, 2008:
I turn on my phone after school. One missed call from Chris Street and one voicemail from Chris Street. “Hey there Sheff it’s Chris over here at Total Hockey.” I really did hate this guy. “As you know you haven’t paid for those shoulder pads in about three weeks now. So... we’re going to go ahead and discontinue your employment over here.”
Practice December 24, 2008:
“Hey Sheff do you have my pants today.”
“Ugh… no sorry I forgot.”
Getting to know my Mother:
“Sheffield Dad and I are going out to dinner, when we get home I want all of these dishes done and put away. Make sure it gets done.”
“Ok, mom I’ll make sure, that I get that done.” Of course I thought that I was going to get the dishes done before my parents got home. But one thing leads to another and I found myself in the basement playing video games for the next two hours. Until, my parents walk in the door and my mom yells down the stairs.
“Sheffield!” I run up the stairs and simply look at my mother and immediately the word dishes pops into my head.
“What were you doing for this whole time we were gone Sheffield!?”
“Ugh… sorry mom I forgot” saying it with the tinniest hint of laughter under my breath. I somberly walk over to the sink put on my yellow gloves and start cleaning the dishes.
Thursday, September 17, 2009
Ugh.. I forgot? part 2
About two days ago:
“Sheffield do you have your homework”
“Uh… I Forgot”
December 7, 2008:
I glance at my hockey bag and wonder why it looked so small before slinging it over my shoulder think nothing of it. I get in my car and drive to practice. Once I arrive at the rink I open my bag to find that I’m missing my pants and shoulder pads, necessities for any sort of hockey. I start to freak out. I start rummaging through my teammates bags and finally I find a pair of pants. I throw them on and run into the pro-shop, where I am currently employed, I ask my manager in a frantic mess “Chris let me borrow a pair of pads I’ll pay u back later it’s an emergency.”
“Well Sheff I don’t know if that would be alright you know our policy on IOU’s.”
I hated that guy so much, and after arguing and complaining with him for five insanely long minutes I convinced him to let me pay for the pads later. I run onto the ice close to fifteen minutes late.
December 7, 2008 after practice:
“Sheff, will you wash my pants and bring them to practice tomorrow.”
“Yeah sure no problem”
Friday December 21, 2008:
I turn on my phone after school. One missed call and one voicemail from Chris Street. I call my voicemail.
“Hey… Sheff its Chris Street over here at Total Hockey” like I didn’t know where he worked “you know you haven’t paid us back for those pads you borrowed in about two weeks now. If you can bring in the money on Monday the next day you work that would be awesome. Ok, see ya later.”
Monday December 23, 2008:
“Sheff, by any chance do you have that money for those pads you bough.”
“Ugh… yeah you know what Chris I don’t. Sorry. Can I bring in the money the next time I work by chance?”
“Well, Sheff I think I’m going to have to check that out with Rocco first.” This guy really can’t do anything for himself, can he? He always had to ask Rocco, our district manager, for everything.
About a month earlier:
“Hey, Chris do you think that it would be alright if I sat on this chair while no one is in the store?”
“Well, I don’t really know what our policy is on that here, I’ll call Rocco.”
Rocco’s response, “yes Chris, the employees are allowed to sit down while there is no one in the store”
Tuesday December 24, 2008:
I turn on my phone after school. One missed call from Chris Street and one voicemail from Chris Street. “Hey there Sheff it’s Chris over here at Total hockey.” WTF. “As you know you haven’t paid for those shoulder pads in about three weeks now. So... we’re going to go ahead and discontinue your employment over here.”
Practice December 24, 2008:
“Hey Sheff do you have my pants today.”
“Ugh… no sorry I forgot.”
Getting to know my Mother:
“Sheffield me and Dad are going out to dinner, when we get home I want all of these dishes done and put away. Make sure it gets done.”
“Ok, mom I’ll make sure, that I get that done.” Of course I thought that I was going to get the dishes done before my parents got home. But one thing leads to another and I found myself in the basement playing video games for the next two hours. Until, my parents walk in the door and my mom yells down the stairs.
“Sheffield!” I run up the stairs and simply look at my mother and immediately the word dishes pops into my head.
“What were you doing for this whole time Sheffield!?”
“Ugh… sorry mom I forgot” saying it with the tinniest hind of laughter under my breath.
“Sheffield do you have your homework”
“Uh… I Forgot”
December 7, 2008:
I glance at my hockey bag and wonder why it looked so small before slinging it over my shoulder think nothing of it. I get in my car and drive to practice. Once I arrive at the rink I open my bag to find that I’m missing my pants and shoulder pads, necessities for any sort of hockey. I start to freak out. I start rummaging through my teammates bags and finally I find a pair of pants. I throw them on and run into the pro-shop, where I am currently employed, I ask my manager in a frantic mess “Chris let me borrow a pair of pads I’ll pay u back later it’s an emergency.”
“Well Sheff I don’t know if that would be alright you know our policy on IOU’s.”
I hated that guy so much, and after arguing and complaining with him for five insanely long minutes I convinced him to let me pay for the pads later. I run onto the ice close to fifteen minutes late.
December 7, 2008 after practice:
“Sheff, will you wash my pants and bring them to practice tomorrow.”
“Yeah sure no problem”
Friday December 21, 2008:
I turn on my phone after school. One missed call and one voicemail from Chris Street. I call my voicemail.
“Hey… Sheff its Chris Street over here at Total Hockey” like I didn’t know where he worked “you know you haven’t paid us back for those pads you borrowed in about two weeks now. If you can bring in the money on Monday the next day you work that would be awesome. Ok, see ya later.”
Monday December 23, 2008:
“Sheff, by any chance do you have that money for those pads you bough.”
“Ugh… yeah you know what Chris I don’t. Sorry. Can I bring in the money the next time I work by chance?”
“Well, Sheff I think I’m going to have to check that out with Rocco first.” This guy really can’t do anything for himself, can he? He always had to ask Rocco, our district manager, for everything.
About a month earlier:
“Hey, Chris do you think that it would be alright if I sat on this chair while no one is in the store?”
“Well, I don’t really know what our policy is on that here, I’ll call Rocco.”
Rocco’s response, “yes Chris, the employees are allowed to sit down while there is no one in the store”
Tuesday December 24, 2008:
I turn on my phone after school. One missed call from Chris Street and one voicemail from Chris Street. “Hey there Sheff it’s Chris over here at Total hockey.” WTF. “As you know you haven’t paid for those shoulder pads in about three weeks now. So... we’re going to go ahead and discontinue your employment over here.”
Practice December 24, 2008:
“Hey Sheff do you have my pants today.”
“Ugh… no sorry I forgot.”
Getting to know my Mother:
“Sheffield me and Dad are going out to dinner, when we get home I want all of these dishes done and put away. Make sure it gets done.”
“Ok, mom I’ll make sure, that I get that done.” Of course I thought that I was going to get the dishes done before my parents got home. But one thing leads to another and I found myself in the basement playing video games for the next two hours. Until, my parents walk in the door and my mom yells down the stairs.
“Sheffield!” I run up the stairs and simply look at my mother and immediately the word dishes pops into my head.
“What were you doing for this whole time Sheffield!?”
“Ugh… sorry mom I forgot” saying it with the tinniest hind of laughter under my breath.
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
Ugh.. I forgot?
December 7, 2008:
I glance at my hockey bag and wonder why it looked so small before slinging it over my shoulder think nothing of it. I get in my car and drive to practice. Once I arrive at the rink I open my bag to find that I’m missing my pants and shoulder pads, necessities for any sort of hockey. I start to freak out. Rummaging through my teammates bags and finally I find a pair of pants. i throw them on and run into the pro-shop, where I am currently employed, I ask my manager in a frantic mess “Chris let me borrow a pair of pads I’ll pay u back later it’s an emergency.”
“Well Sheff I don’t know if that would be alright you know our policy on IOU’s.”
I hated that guy so much, and after arguing and complaining with him for five insanely long minutes I convinced him to let me pay for the pads later. I run onto the ice close to fifteen minutes late.
December 7, 2008 after practice:
“Sheff, will you wash my pants and bring them to practice tomorrow.”
“yeah sure no problem”
Friday December 21, 2008:
I turn on my phone after school. One missed call and one voicemail from Chris Street. I call my voicemail.
“Hey… Sheff its Chris Street over here at Total Hockey” like I didn’t know where he worked “you know you haven’t paid us back for those pads you borrowed in about two weeks now. If you can bring in the money on Monday the next day you work that would be awesome. Ok, see ya later.”
Monday December 23, 2008:
“Sheff, by any chance do you have that money for those pads u bough.”
“Ugh… ya know what Chris I don’t. Sorry.”
Tuesday December 24, 2008:
I turn on my phone after school. One missed call from Chris Street and one missed call from Chris Street. “Hey there Sheff it’s Chris over here at Total hockey. As you know yo haven’t paid for those shoulder pads in about three weeks now. So... we’re going to go ahead and discontinue your employment over here.”
Practice December 24, 2008:
“Hey Sheff do you have my pants today.”
“Ugh… no sorry I forgot.”
About two days ago:
“Sheffield do you have your homework”
“Uh… I Forgot”
I glance at my hockey bag and wonder why it looked so small before slinging it over my shoulder think nothing of it. I get in my car and drive to practice. Once I arrive at the rink I open my bag to find that I’m missing my pants and shoulder pads, necessities for any sort of hockey. I start to freak out. Rummaging through my teammates bags and finally I find a pair of pants. i throw them on and run into the pro-shop, where I am currently employed, I ask my manager in a frantic mess “Chris let me borrow a pair of pads I’ll pay u back later it’s an emergency.”
“Well Sheff I don’t know if that would be alright you know our policy on IOU’s.”
I hated that guy so much, and after arguing and complaining with him for five insanely long minutes I convinced him to let me pay for the pads later. I run onto the ice close to fifteen minutes late.
December 7, 2008 after practice:
“Sheff, will you wash my pants and bring them to practice tomorrow.”
“yeah sure no problem”
Friday December 21, 2008:
I turn on my phone after school. One missed call and one voicemail from Chris Street. I call my voicemail.
“Hey… Sheff its Chris Street over here at Total Hockey” like I didn’t know where he worked “you know you haven’t paid us back for those pads you borrowed in about two weeks now. If you can bring in the money on Monday the next day you work that would be awesome. Ok, see ya later.”
Monday December 23, 2008:
“Sheff, by any chance do you have that money for those pads u bough.”
“Ugh… ya know what Chris I don’t. Sorry.”
Tuesday December 24, 2008:
I turn on my phone after school. One missed call from Chris Street and one missed call from Chris Street. “Hey there Sheff it’s Chris over here at Total hockey. As you know yo haven’t paid for those shoulder pads in about three weeks now. So... we’re going to go ahead and discontinue your employment over here.”
Practice December 24, 2008:
“Hey Sheff do you have my pants today.”
“Ugh… no sorry I forgot.”
About two days ago:
“Sheffield do you have your homework”
“Uh… I Forgot”
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