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ivybgreenflower) wrote2005-03-14 08:35 pm
ivybgreenflower) wrote2005-03-14 08:35 pm
I don't have bad aim! He moved!
I think today (what a coincidence- pi day!) calls for an update. Ohhhh man.
K so today started out like it always does, the usual, wake up and go to school and whatever.
In first period Mr.A, who thinks I am The Most Intelligent Student He Has Ever Had, Ever, asked me how I ended up in his class, because it's no secret he teaches morons (he's not stupid, mind you. he always knows what's going on and everything in advance and you can't fool him.) So I explain how Davenport told me I was too stupid for chemistry (him: OMGGASP, but he knows I'm math challenged) and then I asked which of the other classes had the least amount of homework, "And here I am! hee!" I'm so sweet.
So second period was pretty normal, Wilcox rambled Wilcoxfully, you know, the usual.
So in 3rd I forgot to do my notebook for the check. I should have realized at this point that we were all doomed, with an emphasis on DOOM, but I just made up some excuse and whatever. So I look out the window. And it's kinda dark, so I think "Oh, it's gonna rain. Stupid rain." So I turn around and do the "work". And then I look out the window again and THE SUN HAD DIED AND WAS DEAD. It was pitch freaking black outside. And we hear gentle rumbling that could have been either thunder or the tiny trailer portable classroom falling over. Whatever. Nextly it begins to pour. I have not seen it rain that hard since way back in the day August/September 2004 when the hurricanes attaaacked. It was like, omg see-kwelz. Revenge of the hurricanes, yo.
K so the bell rings and we're all "Oh shit". But everyone grabs a garbage bag and leaves the classroom (some smaller people get pushed back up against the wall. Okay, I made that part up. but it could happen.)
So then, as soon as most of the classroom has emptied out and already gotten thoroughly soaked, that lady who mispronounces all of the announcements says "K, everyone, stay where you are DO NOT LEAVE THE BUILDING OMGZ" So I was like "heh. cool." and hung out with Miranda and those stupid enough to walk through the rain, including one white pantsed chick (HA HAAAAAAA) who had to borrow some guy's second shirt. Holly was all drowned ratty. Horrible. So Mrs. Miranda lets me chill yo with her and the 8 peepz who showed up, yo, and I finally decide OMG I MUST GET TO MRS. FISHER'S WHAT IF EVERYONE ELSE IS THERE BUT MEEE? I had this awful visual of everyone sitting there and me being all late and stuff and her yelling. So I get a pass (she gave me a pass that said the time was 5 minutes different so I had five minutes to walk... hmm... 20 yards? Not far at all, at any rate.) So I grabbed the garbage bag and put my purse in it, then wrapped it around my books and lastly left a bit over so I could cover some of my head. Then I left the room and walked under the canopy and stared at the water I was about to run through. "Ok, rain," I says. "It's just you and me. BRING. IT. ON!" and I sprinted up the steps to the other portable, with someone from another room watching out the window. So I thrust open the door and lo and behold there's only three people in there. A very, very soaked Shoshannah, thr Robbbbbb kid (how many Bs, again?) and our substitute teacher. She kind of blinks at me like "The hell?" and I'm like "oh hell no." So I hung with the English peeps for awhile, drying off my plastic backpack (y'all laugh at my clear backpack but when it rains, who has dry books? me. ME, bitchez.) So we all laughed and had fun until they made the announcement everyone could go to class, so then the class filled up with people in various states of wetness and we started English work. And that was Englishy.
So we went to Spanish and played with rings and stuff.
Then at lunch it got baaad. Bitches stole our table, so we went to the one under the stupid gutter. Bad idea. So we sat for fify minutes with our feet in a giant puddle (ADAM DIE PLZ) and were wet. So some moron decides it would be cool to throw himself into the infested cesspool that had developed as a result of the rain. Something about anarchy or whatever. And he got detention. All the janitors and teachers on duty and security peepz yo and such folk kind of laughed. Hard.
So it quieted down and we all relaxed in the wetness. I put my head down and a few minutes later I hear a scream and I feel a tiny spritz of water on my cheek/hand and I look up and Jackie's soaked. Apparently, when the wind blows a certain way, the water splashes out the top of the guttery thing opens and whoosh. Oh, man. I'm so sorry, Jackie.
7th was mathish. Hate math. Then I came home and changed out of my soggy jeans and slept sleepfully. Now I have three TONS of homework to do.
Sleep well, loves.
Ivyette @ 10:44 PM
K so today started out like it always does, the usual, wake up and go to school and whatever.
In first period Mr.A, who thinks I am The Most Intelligent Student He Has Ever Had, Ever, asked me how I ended up in his class, because it's no secret he teaches morons (he's not stupid, mind you. he always knows what's going on and everything in advance and you can't fool him.) So I explain how Davenport told me I was too stupid for chemistry (him: OMGGASP, but he knows I'm math challenged) and then I asked which of the other classes had the least amount of homework, "And here I am! hee!" I'm so sweet.
So second period was pretty normal, Wilcox rambled Wilcoxfully, you know, the usual.
So in 3rd I forgot to do my notebook for the check. I should have realized at this point that we were all doomed, with an emphasis on DOOM, but I just made up some excuse and whatever. So I look out the window. And it's kinda dark, so I think "Oh, it's gonna rain. Stupid rain." So I turn around and do the "work". And then I look out the window again and THE SUN HAD DIED AND WAS DEAD. It was pitch freaking black outside. And we hear gentle rumbling that could have been either thunder or the tiny trailer portable classroom falling over. Whatever. Nextly it begins to pour. I have not seen it rain that hard since way back in the day August/September 2004 when the hurricanes attaaacked. It was like, omg see-kwelz. Revenge of the hurricanes, yo.
K so the bell rings and we're all "Oh shit". But everyone grabs a garbage bag and leaves the classroom (some smaller people get pushed back up against the wall. Okay, I made that part up. but it could happen.)
So then, as soon as most of the classroom has emptied out and already gotten thoroughly soaked, that lady who mispronounces all of the announcements says "K, everyone, stay where you are DO NOT LEAVE THE BUILDING OMGZ" So I was like "heh. cool." and hung out with Miranda and those stupid enough to walk through the rain, including one white pantsed chick (HA HAAAAAAA) who had to borrow some guy's second shirt. Holly was all drowned ratty. Horrible. So Mrs. Miranda lets me chill yo with her and the 8 peepz who showed up, yo, and I finally decide OMG I MUST GET TO MRS. FISHER'S WHAT IF EVERYONE ELSE IS THERE BUT MEEE? I had this awful visual of everyone sitting there and me being all late and stuff and her yelling. So I get a pass (she gave me a pass that said the time was 5 minutes different so I had five minutes to walk... hmm... 20 yards? Not far at all, at any rate.) So I grabbed the garbage bag and put my purse in it, then wrapped it around my books and lastly left a bit over so I could cover some of my head. Then I left the room and walked under the canopy and stared at the water I was about to run through. "Ok, rain," I says. "It's just you and me. BRING. IT. ON!" and I sprinted up the steps to the other portable, with someone from another room watching out the window. So I thrust open the door and lo and behold there's only three people in there. A very, very soaked Shoshannah, thr Robbbbbb kid (how many Bs, again?) and our substitute teacher. She kind of blinks at me like "The hell?" and I'm like "oh hell no." So I hung with the English peeps for awhile, drying off my plastic backpack (y'all laugh at my clear backpack but when it rains, who has dry books? me. ME, bitchez.) So we all laughed and had fun until they made the announcement everyone could go to class, so then the class filled up with people in various states of wetness and we started English work. And that was Englishy.
So we went to Spanish and played with rings and stuff.
Then at lunch it got baaad. Bitches stole our table, so we went to the one under the stupid gutter. Bad idea. So we sat for fify minutes with our feet in a giant puddle (ADAM DIE PLZ) and were wet. So some moron decides it would be cool to throw himself into the infested cesspool that had developed as a result of the rain. Something about anarchy or whatever. And he got detention. All the janitors and teachers on duty and security peepz yo and such folk kind of laughed. Hard.
So it quieted down and we all relaxed in the wetness. I put my head down and a few minutes later I hear a scream and I feel a tiny spritz of water on my cheek/hand and I look up and Jackie's soaked. Apparently, when the wind blows a certain way, the water splashes out the top of the guttery thing opens and whoosh. Oh, man. I'm so sorry, Jackie.
7th was mathish. Hate math. Then I came home and changed out of my soggy jeans and slept sleepfully. Now I have three TONS of homework to do.
Sleep well, loves.
Ivyette @ 10:44 PM
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Did I tell you about how in the original movie, Boncka and I were by The Bench? I was facing school talking to B and the hurricaneDOoM of sky was blackgry behind me and when I said something like D0oOooo000oM! (prolly talking about hw) the heavens glared and monstrous thunder erupted. Like omgzzMY eaR hurtz loud.
Ha.
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Lovely anecdote. <3