I walked into school today at 8:15 and 15 seconds. I walked into Bio at exactly the same moment as another girl, and Mr. "This bug is Jesus" Cinti made us both run all the way up the stairs to get admit slips. That's 4 flights to get to ground level, and 3 more to get to the office to get one. And we get there and I'm dreading telling her I'm late and getting the worst lecture since the Do Not Touch Boys Or Pregnancy Will Ensue Chat, but she's actually nice. She says "Who's class were you late to?" and we're like, "Mr. C's Bio," and she rolls her eyes and tells us how the only slips she ever writes are for his classes because he's so picky about tardies. She was nice and checked "Excused," on the form. That's my story of the day.

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