My schedule today was Bio, Computer, Math, Lunch, Religion, Spanish. The Bio teacher had his twin girls in class with us today. They're adorable little 1st graders. But they don't take over the class (coughs!) Jordan... They just sat there and looked cute for an hour. At the end they ran to him and were like, "That was boring!" Oh, the observations little people choose to vocalize...
Totally snoozed through the Math test. Actual problems: "Graph the line y=2x-3," and, "Find m with the points (2, 4) and (9, 5)" It's like, how much more vulgar can you get? And the answer is none, none more vulgar. In religion, we all got there on time and talked and hung out for an hour before the teacher showed up. She had to drive her daughter to her first day of Pre-K and someone was supposed to sub and never showed up. Oh well, we had fun.
But the real fun was in Spanish today. The sophmores talked and yelled while he reviewed "Ser," and "Estar." That was about 10 minutes, until this junior on a free came by and was like, "What's up?" and just sat down and started talking to us. We started talking about club signups, and she was like, "Italian Club, Gourmet Club, Knitting Club..." and the teacher interrupted, "My gradma tried to teach me to knit when I was little. I liked it, until my aunt found out. I had about 4 inches on my scarf, and she made me stop. She was like, *Makes astonished face* 'You need a masculine hobby!' so she taught me basket weaving."
Jeebus! We laughed so hard, because we thought he was going to say basketball. But nope, basket weaving. Kind of sad though, that he couldn't finish his scarf. Just then, this sophmore walked by the open classroom door and was like, "Why don't you guys ask about that time he petted that blonde girls hair? A lot of strokage going on." And she ran away. I have a feeling this is going to be the best class ever. (Except they don't use vosotros, for some reason. So when they were conjugating ser, I was like, "What about sois?" and everyone was like, "Are you drunk? Don't make up words." At least the teacher got it and told me they don't use vosotros, but some people were still like, "What about soy sauce? Huh?" All these confusing, crazy dialects never did anyone any good.)
Yesterday, he got there late so we locked him out... Or we thought we had. He knocked, and we all got really quiet. He kept knocking for a bit, and then he just pushed open the door, with no effort. Apparently the lock didn't click so it was only shut because there was this tiny piece of wood holding it shut. Oh, the hilariousity. And when the door is closed, people knock before they go in. Sometimes, we hear a knock and then the sounds of someone running away. It's a "crank knock!"
I got to wear my pretty tweed (A.K.A. "boucle" but whateve,) jacket today. It's purple and had buttons and it kicks butt. Hooray. Tomorrow I think I'll go with neon blue tights. Fun. I have Spanish right after lunch tomorrow. Nice!

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