No Tropicana Lounge!
Why there's a place and time for trip memories.
Vacations are vital to my family simply because the memories associate with it. But in my kindergarten teacher's and my grandmother's case, there's a time and place to talk about what have I done on those trips. In fact, an activity on a particular subject in school is not the germane time to talk about a chance meeting with Roger Rabbit at Walt Disney World days after spring break. It was not until grades kindergarten and two when I learned this lesson.
I returned back from a seven-day cruise on the MS Tropicale (a former Carnival Cruise liner) in the fall of 1995. When I struck up a discussion on the cruise with Mrs. Vicki in my New Jersey elementary school, she declined to hear this. No, I was not conjuring up sightseeing Tulum ruins on the Mexican island of Cozumel, basking in the sun on one of the Cayman Islands, or even touring New Orleans, Louisiana. Instead, I was talking about my favorite part of the liner -- Tropicana Lounge. Mrs. Vicki's way of refusal to enter in my cruise vacation tÃªte-Ã -tÃªte was just as simple as those three words: [color=blue]"No Tropicana Lounge."[/color] The same holds true when I attempted to discuss about the Cinderella story or even 911 (as a result of a fake call to the police at home). Therefore, I did not speak about Tropicana Lounge until later conversations about childhood memories.
On the spring break of 1997, I went to Walt Disney World for the second time during its 25th anniversary celebrations since I last vacationed there in the Christmas of 1996. As I was playing in the front yard just before my school bus came days after my Central Florida sojourn, my kindergarten memories resurfaced when my grandmother said, "Forget about Ellen." Before you guys ask me, "Ellen Who?" I was trying to chat about the revamped Universe of Energy attraction in Epcot, which featured (and now does) Ellen DeGeneres (the person my grandmother wants me to keep mum about) and Bill Nye. I was incredulous that my grandmother did a Mrs. Vicki with the same old [color=blue]"No Tropicana Lounge."[/color] principle as if she is paraphrasing what she would have admonished me if she were my second grade teacher in lieu of Mrs. Doreen: "No Epcot." or even worse, "No Ellen."
My grandmother had treated this attraction as if Mrs. Vicki had treated Tropicana Lounge! Boo-hoo!
Why did my grandmother and my kindergarten teacher respond with "Forget about Ellen" whenever I itched to speak to them about vacation memories? Was I completely off topic during an activity or a particular situation at home or at school? If I have a fecund imagination, was I imagining being back in those recent halcyon days as well? When my memories of those dilemmas recoiled back in my senior year as of now, I agree with the above reasons. My daydreaming and deviating from the core of the ongoings started the [color=blue]"No Tropicana Lounge."[/color] affair.
Mrs. Vicki was doing some activities with her kindergarten class when I started the [color=blue]"No Tropicana Lounge."[/color] affair. I inferred that she understood that my favorite place in any Carnival Cruise ship was the main show lounge (e.g., Universe Lounge on the MS Fantasy and, most recently, Paris Lounge on the MS Inspiration). She believes that the topic is too picayune for the ongoing activity in class. My imagination at that time became too rampant.
My bestial side of my imagination stampeded again when I told my grandmother about Ellen's Energy Adventure in Epcot. She, like Mrs. Vicki, declined to hear about this. It seemed as if she thought that a conversation about the dark ride is nonessential. At that time, I leaned that whenever I come home from a trip, I plunge back into the dour face of reality. Therefore, it appeared that my grandmother and Mrs. Vicki agreed that I'm reliving those remembered but illusory memories at the wrong time and place. Thanks to the lessons learned I didn't talk to Mrs. Linda about Disney Cruise line and my (now deceased) father's ride on Alpengeist in Busch Gardens Europe (in Williamsburg, Virginia) at the wrong time and place in third grade.
I did not solely learn the lesson about discussing family trips when the time and place are right during kindergarten and second grade. I also learned how to distinguish real life from the memories of recent events. I was struggling with the discrepancy between the two in elementary school, but nowadays I understand that I have to allot my discussions about recent vacations for later.