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Column: The Unfortunate Events of Brenna: My summer experience

Friday, September 7th, 2018

Ahh summer, the time to relax and have fun with friends and family. Don’t you just wish you could go back to it?

I’m sure any normal college student would love to. Well, not me.

Like most college students, summer for me was mostly spent working and binge-watching Netflix.

That wasn’t too bad, despite getting up early every week day. I will say that it helped me with time management though.

So one day, in June, my best friend, Rachel Wright, asked me if I wanted to go to McPherson to eat.

I said “Yes,” and decided to take my “trusty” green machine – a Montero Sport Mitsubishi – named Reid after Spencer Reid from “Criminal Minds” of course.

As we were leaving my hometown of Little River, I started bragging on my car saying that nothing bad has happened with it in a while and that I was so proud of it.

You know, when they say that karma is a b-word, they really mean it.

Once we got to McPherson, we decided to go to Walmart first, which is across town from where we wanted to eat. I pulled up to the parking lot and could smell burning rubber and assumed that it was a truck in front of me, but then I noticed that puffs of white smoke were coming from the hood of my car. Of course it was my car.

Naturally I freaked out because I know absolutely zilch about cars and called my dad. He told me to wait for him, so Rachel and I decided to go back to the restaurant and eat since it would be a while.

When my dad finally got to the restaurant, he had my sister Kylie with him. Dad opened the hood, and checked out my car and figured out the problem like most dads do.

I, on the other hand, still have no clue to this day what the issue was, even though he explained it to me several times. I also had to wait a whopping two months to drive my car, but it is going all right now (fingers crossed).

On the bright side, besides car troubles, falling down the stairs once, (I didn’t drop the movie I had in my hand by the way), and some other normal Brenna-esque mishaps, I had a decent summer.

I swam a bunch, because we got a pool for the first time in about 10 years, and visited family a lot.

My nephew is super adorable, by the way, and I have been trying to get him to think of me as the cool or funny aunt.

Brenna Eller is a Little River sophomore in journalism.

 

The Unfortunate Events of Brenna- My post-grad spontaneous Texas experience

Thursday, May 3rd, 2018

For my final unfortunate-events story of the semester, I have decided to share an experience that only my best friend Rachel and I would have ever experienced in the history of the world.

It was our spontaneous trip right after of high school graduation. We saved up enough money so that we could drive to the Gulf of Mexico.

It was two days after graduation. We had just gotten extra money from friends and relatives. Thank you to my family members for all of the gift cards!

The only things that Rachel and I decided upon before the trip were to go to Texas and through Waco. We also wanted to go to the beach because I had never been and on the way back, the plan was to see some of my family members in Texas and go to the Dr Pepper factory. Yes, I love Dr Pepper that much.

My mom once lived in Corpus Christi when my grandpa was in the navy. She loved it there and shared stories that made me want to go there.

Rachel and I left around 10 a.m. for Texas. She drove while I navigated. We went from Wichita through Oklahoma City and then Fort Worth and Dallas. When we finally got to Corpus Christi, it was 4 a.m. We didn’t want to waste money, so we decided not to stop earlier.

The only hotel that would accept 18-year olds was a Motel 6, so that’s where we stayed. That night, there was a rain storm, which we documented.

In the morning, we decided it would be fun to find a beach and go swim. It was still pretty cloudy and gloomy out from the storm, and when we found a beach area, it wasn’t really what I expected. It was kind of trashy and there weren’t many people there. It didn’t take us very long to realize we were at an unpopular beach, possibly not a beach at all.

We decided to swim anyways.

Oh and I should probably mention that I forgot to bring a swimsuit on this trip. I know … classic Brenna! Any way, I figured it all out and we went to the salty water that didn’t produce very big waves. It was just an off day.

The next thing that happened will forever scar Rachel and I. We were just swimming in the ocean, minding our own business, when out of nowhere we were hit with a wave. This was no ordinary wave. No siree, this wave was stinging the ever living crap out of us. We thought it was rocks and at first in so much shock that we didn’t even move. When it sunk in that in fact, some sea creatures were stinging us, we freaked out and sprinted, as fast as you can in the water, to the shore.

I looked down at my legs and arms being pinched all over and there were these tiny, clear, blobs. They started dying being out of the water and I started feeling short relief, but they were everywhere, and I do mean everywhere.

I drove us back to the hotel where we washed the gross things off of us. Turns out they were baby jellyfish. I went in thinking I might get attacked and eaten by a shark and ended up getting shocked by jellyfish. Perfect …

On the bright side, Rachel and I still had a good time despite the many incidents that happened on the trip that would take more than a single column to write about and gave us a great story to tell our families.

Brenna

The Unfortunate Events of Brenna: My near-death-by-choking experience

Thursday, April 26th, 2018

Ever since I was little, I have had a problem with chewing on things that are not edible. In my life so far, I have swallowed two quarters, a heart-shaped locket, and a hard-boiled egg.

First, I will explain that I had no intention of swallowing any of these, only the hard-boiled egg that only went halfway down my throat because my mom had to dig the rest out. Talk about seeing your life flash before your eyes. I think I was seeing white light along with tears from crying. I was only seven or eight-years old at that time.

The other incidents were more of an accident. The first quarter I had swallowed was when I was with a friend, and her mom driving to the pool. I had candy in one hand and change in the other. Without looking I threw what I thought was my candy into my mouth and instead of tasting it, I just immediately gulped it down. It actually went down easily unlike the second quarter.

So this was a very stupid reasoning for swallowing the second quarter, because I was trying to show my friend how I had swallowed the first one by accident. So as I was showing her, I started laughing and threw the quarter in my mouth not meaning to swallow it. This time, the quarter wasn’t going down. I went into panic mode.

I didn’t have a drink with me so she asked her mom and I tried to force the quarter down with Sonic drink. It’s not as easy as it seems to sip out of a straw while choking on a quarter. I finally swallowed the quarter that felt more like a rock and took deep breaths.

The last near-death by choking incident was on a bus in elementary school. I was sitting next to another friend and we were talking about my necklace. It was a heart locket, and I was borrowing it from my sister. I was trying to open the clasp to see if there was a miniature picture inside, but it wouldn’t budge.

Then came the brilliant idea to open it up with my teeth. Just as I was opening it, the bus hit a huge bump, and down went the locket. You might be thinking there was a chain or something holding the locket, but I took it off to open the locket, so all hopes of getting it back were gone. And no, I did not find any of my swallowed objects.

On the bright side, I have come a long way since I was a kid and choke on foods less often, although I still seem to subconsciously stick things in my mouth. I will be drinking pop out of a can and before I know it, I’ve pulled the tab off and it’s in my mouth. That also happens with bottle rings. Sometimes I catch myself and think how stupid I was to do that and other times, my friends have to tell me what I just did.

The Unfortunate Events of Brenna: My Spring Semester Experience Update

Thursday, March 22nd, 2018

My first fully unfortunate week of this semester began Monday, March 12. It was already a stressful day having had a bad weekend.

My Basic Photography class goes from 6-10 p.m. I was leaving my dorm room when I discovered that I locked my keys and camera inside. It took me a few minutes and some choice words to calm down, but once I did, I just went to my class. On my way over to Lockman Hall, some guys thought I was someone else, and I just ignored them, which isn’t really how I should’ve handled it, but I was having a rough time. When I got to my class, Charles Wheeler, my photography teacher, told me he remembered to bring a cleaner for my camera’s sensor. Of course it was the same day I locked my camera in my dorm room.

On Tuesday, I decided to go to my friends’ house because I needed some assistance finding Command hooks. I know, lame excuse, but I needed a little normal in my crazy life. My best friend, Rachel, went with me to Walmart, where we both had an awkward encounter. We were walking through the parking lot when a man in a white SUV pulled up next to us and said, “Hey, ladies”, as if he was about to ask something, so I stopped and my friend who wasn’t paying attention said, ‘What?’

He asked us if we knew what a pall bearer was. We just stared at him like he was asking us a trick question. He just continued, unfazed by our confusion. “You know, the ones who carry the caskets? What do they call them in Oklahoma?” the man asked. I was just too weirded out that he was bringing up such a random subject so I answered, “Um, I don’t know, what?” He chuckled and said, “A Karae-Okie”.

Rachel and I looked at each other and then back to him and just pretended we heard the funniest joke ever, which, to be honest, was a clever one. He told us another joke, but we were already walking away.

Thursday night, I made a horrible decision to drink a Monster Energy drink at 6 p.m. Once 3 a.m. came around I was so exhausted, but also couldn’t go to sleep. My brain was just running non-stop. I thought about nothing and everything for hours. I tried getting up and walking around, nothing happened. I also tried listening to some music that had no lyrics, and reading, to calm me down.

There was a train that I could hear every two hours, and right when I would get relaxed, I there would either be a loud whistle or the wind blowing against the window.

At 5 a.m., I figured it was pointless to keep trying.  I knew my roommate had to get up at 6 a.m., so I figured I would just sleep when she left. By that time, I remembered an algebra assignment I had completely forgot about and finished it. Then I started to get ready for the day.

I tried everything to make myself not look like a zombie, I even dressed up and put makeup on. I have to say, for someone who pulled an accident all-nighter, I didn’t look as awful as I felt.

Every Friday, I deliver The Collegian at 8 a.m., so I was walking over to the building, another Monster in my hand, trying to hide my symptoms of fatigue. When I was done delivering, I headed to my class and told my friends about my horrible accident of staying up all night.

The rest of the day was super hard. I had a ponytail holder on my wrist that I kept snapping on my skin to keep myself awake. I didn’t even eat until I got home, which was scary because I was so tired, but I managed to drive home fine. Once I was finally in Little River I relaxed and passed out on the couch.

On the bright side, Saturday was a good day for me. It was St. Patrick’s Day and I actually felt more rested than ever. I was with my mom and my sister. We ended up going to Wichita to shop and two unfortunate things happened. But not to me.

I’m pretty sure it had to do with me being the only one in green. Long story short, my sister lost her phone in the Warren Theater bathroom and I had to go in and help her after she was done hyperventilating. Then my mom lost her credit card and thought she threw it away in a gas station trash can while she was getting gas. So we were digging through the nasty trash when my sister goes, “Here it is!” And pulled it out of the door handle cubby. Good thing I always have hand sanitizer with me.

The Unfortunate Events of Brenna

Wednesday, November 15th, 2017

Brenna Eller

Opinion Editor

So this past weekend I went to Las Vegas with my best friend to go to a Marine Ball. As I was there, I couldn’t help but think of the time I went to Washington D.C. my junior year of high school because that was the last time we had flown together.

The history teacher at Little River, Mr. Keith Rains, takes students every year to Washington D.C. during the summer with a group from surrounding areas. I’m not sure how he has gone time and time again, but I think I’m good with not going for a while.
Don’t get me wrong, I had a blast on the trip and loved the memorials, but since I am an Eller, and my two older sisters had been forgetful the years they went to Washington, I was just bound to forget something too.
That being said, my oldest sister wandered away from the group a lot when she went, scaring Mr. Rains quite a bit, and my other sister left her phone under a bench on Capitol Hill. Luckily there was a guy in her group who was training for a marathon, so he ran back and got the phone for her.
Me being the most irresponsible, unlucky, and clumsiest of the Ellers, just had to one-up them. I left much more than a cell phone. In fact, I didn’t lose my cell phone of all things.
It was the first day of the trip, and I had to get up at 5:30 a.m. so we could get to the airport on time. My sister had informed Mr. Rains that I am way worse than they were and that he needed to keep an eye on me.
When we got to D.C., I went to get my suitcase from the baggage claim. There were so many people, I felt claustrophobic. I tried to squeeze myself into the crowd and accidently bumped into an older lady. I said, “Sorry, excuse me.” She just looked at me like I slapper her in the face or something and shoved me back. So, I just waited until people cleared out to get my bag and moved onto the metro platform.
One of the leaders of our group told us to wait, because the metro that pulled up wasn’t the right one. so I decided to take my backpack that I had been lugging around off. Then the same leader said, “Nevermind, this is us, everyone get on!” So I grabbed my suitcase and got on so I wouldn’t miss it.
It had just started to rain when we got to our stop near the hotel we were staying at. One of the people in our group asked me if she could use my umbrella that I was so happy I brought before.
I said,” Sure!” As I reached behind me, I already knew the inevitable. It was like my heart dropped not only to my stomach, but to my feet.
I started having a mini panic attack and laughed hysterically. I just could not believe I would lose my backpack that had my camera in it, my purse, money, social security card, and umbrella.
I ran to Mr. Rains and he could tell by the horrified look on my face that I had lost something. He said, “What was it?” and I told him where I last saw it. It was at the airport metro platform.
So, we left our group and ran to catch a metro going back to the airport. We finally found the right one and hopped on. When we got to the platform, it was a ghost town. There were zero security guards in sight. I thought I was losing my mind. I was so scared. Finally, we got to a booth where four or five security guards were standing bent over rummaging through something.
Mr. Rains asked if they had found a blue bag with elephants on it and one lady looked at me and said, “What’s your name?” I answered her and she looked at an I.D, then said, “It’s her.” I was just thinking to myself, Oh crap! I’m in a lot of trouble, they think I’m a bomb terrorist, I can’t be seen in this place ever again.
Then I had to sign a paper that stated that everything I had was in the bag. I was so relieved I think I may have teared up a bit. As we were getting to the hotel area, it started to just downpour.
So I got out my umbrella and we shared it walking to the hotel. As I was approaching the rest of our group, someone had started a slow clap and all of a sudden everyone was slow clapping for me. I was so embarrassed I couldn’t even look at anyone.
On the bright side, I took a lot of great pictures and the rest of the week went smoothly even though I had people asking me if I had my bag everyday.