Whammo!

Monday, March, 8. That’s it I’ve finally come to the conclusion that I am far from begin your average fifteen year old boy. It was only 8:30am and I have already had a whammo! The sweet smell of perfume, people kissing each other and even the talk in health class today about human developments were just a few of the many things that made me go whammo! It was so crazy! I recall back to the previous night when I was passing the room of my older brother, Julian. Julian had just come out of the shower and was putting on a pair of black and red bonds underwear; I saw everything, his defined abs and his broad shoulder which had a medium amount of arm pit hair. At that point in time, like you probably already guessed, I got a whammo! The most embarrassing thing about the incident was not that he was my brother, but that was he noticed me standing there a few moments later. The fact that he slowly lowered his eyes down to my privates just to watch me increase in size didn’t help the situation either. Feeling more embarrassed than I ever had before, I slowly backed down the hallway towards my room, trying to avoid my mother who was in the laundry, which just so happened to be right next to my room. Personally, I think she knew what was going on because as I was on my way to my room, she saw me, then turned around and continued on with what she was doing. I was scared and embarrassed, but mostly embarrassed. What kind of boy in his right minds would want his own mother to notice these kinds of moments, honestly'! Seeing as she had already noticed the worst, I was contemplating weather or not I should ask her to get it checked out by a doctor, but then I realized that the idea sounded a bit stupid. Anyway, back to today. In maths class, our teacher, Mrs. Quong was looking different from her usual self. She was wearing a tight, skimpy, low cut tee that was just covering her belly button. One look at her and whammo! Same thing happened in English only I was resisting a poem written by an old man in front of the whole class that set me off too. It annoys me how every time it happened I have to cover myself up before anyone notices. I don’t want to end up like poor old Billy Parker. Who could have ever guessed that getting changed for P.E in front of all the boys would get you names like “Three Legged Race”, “The Human Pole – Vaulter” and do on' Secretly I know how poor Billy feels after my own experience. I just hope that my embarrassing disorder passes before anyone and I become the new Billy, well that’s all for now… write to you soon    Tuesday, March, 9. Last night I couldn’t take it anymore… I’ve had a terrible day at school and I’m sick of having to deal with Whammos every hour, they’re embarrassing and extremely unwanted. Just to make my day even worse I sprained Julian’s hand. Well it wasn’t intentional. All I asked him was why I keep getting these whammos and he ended up laughing so hard that he fell off the bed and landed awkwardly on his model plane which he had just made. I tried to keep a straight face so we wouldn’t get off the subject, but it didn’t happen. Instead we had to go to our local surgery to find out what actually happened. We had t make up an excuse in the car to cover up our particular talk. In the waiting room of the surgery I started browsing through the old magazines of men’s health to see if I could find any information about my problem. Do you really think I found something ' An old lady asked me if I needed help finding a book with pictured and less complicated words. I looked at her and muttered “I’m okay thank you”. She then replied “Would you like me to get you a doctor… you look like you’re in pain”. “No I’m okay” Then it clicked a doctor. But how or what would I ask him. I’m just so confused…why me' Suddenly the door slowly opened and Julian came out with a smirk on his face and is hand bandaged. He quietly said t me “this is your fault”. stupid me doing nothing but going bright red , I looked down to the front of my pants and whispered why are you so malevolent to me. Tomorrow I have a plan, if things go as bad as today. but for now I have o go…write to you soon    Wednesday, March, 10 That’s it. I have come to a difficult decision of asking for advice from…my dad, when would be the best time' Personally I though after school. I did just that. School went oddly fast, faster that I wanted it to go; I was having thoughts all day about how I was going to bring up the topic. In a matter of five hours I have only come up with three ways to approach it. One is to just barge in there and spit it out. Two is to just walk in and sit down and then gradually get to the topic by asking questions like… what did you do at my age when you where bored' What was the most embarrassing thing that happened to you' And my third option was too just to go in and hug him and then ask him what was happening to me' But then what if I get a whammo when I’m talking to him. All these thoughts going through my head my head all day…Finally school finished and it was time to go home. Everyone was running to their lockers to get their bags, I wasn’t, I was gradually walking, waiting for some kind of distraction but unfortunately nothing  .When I decided which tactic I was going to use against my dad to bring up the topic of whammos…it was option two. First I was going to ask him what he used to do when he was bored and alone. After all my planning I had finally got the guts to walk over to the back shed, where my dad was working. As I was ready to make my entrance to the inside of the shed I forgot everything. I felt like a mindless freak doing nothing but a stupid surface act with eyes looking at me from all angles, I walked in and sat down exactly next to my dad…he only had to look at me once and his face dropped also with anything that was in his hands. I don’t know what my expression looked like but it must have looked confused and worried, ands that exactly how I felt. Confused and worried, my plan went right out the window. I was meant to be discreet and subtle but obviously it didn’t happen. After sitting down with him for a few moments in silence I eventually swallowed my fear and started to talk. It was the most complicating and embarrassing talk I have had with my dad. But for some reason he didn’t seemed pushed about talking about my dreams and whammo problems. He seemed glad about it. After about an hour of talking about my issues and problems he put his hand on my shoulder and chuckled as he said “what an interesting way to describe you it…Whammo. I finally feel confident about myself . I feel so happy and enlightened to get that off my chest. Happily write to you soon 