I have to tell my stupid and funny story first today: I wanted to go to the "H" dance at the JCC, and I was all excited because I got the new club calender. Then I realized, "OMJ! Oh, crap, it's the same night as the dance Rachel and I are going to!" Then I realized... They're the same dance! Blonde moment, I guess...
Today I had my Math midterm. Boring. I was so slow, I took almost the full 2 hours. And then I went to the Biology review with Mr. Cinti for almost 3 hours. And they weren't even done when I had to go. It was a good review, kind of like a party. Some kids even turned on the emergency chemical shower and caused it to squirt everywhere and overflow. And remember how Ms. Deemers chalkboards slid past each other? The Biology room has some like that, but they're huge whiteboards that are low to the ground. Some people hid behind them during our break time while Mr. Cinti was gone, and when he came back and started talking again, and writing on the board, they just randomly pushed it up and walked out.
There was this thing that made me want to die, when the teacher was talking about warning coloration and mimickery in bes. He was talking about why predators don't often go for bees. "Colors tell us things. Black, yellow, black, yellow means run. No bees! Don't ask questions!" I wanted to jump out of my seat and scream! What's next? Teachers saying "Shmexy!" about everything? You can't just steal jokes like that.
I'm babysitting for Ryan tonight. They promised me his English was getting better, and he knows more words than "Da ball! Ball, ball! DA BAAAAALL!" and crying. Don't get me wrong, I love that little chico, but really, don't scream and cry "Ball," when you actually want Cheerios. I mean, lets be reasonable here.
New Joan on tonight. Be there or be square!

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