So, there has been this lady coming to my school for the past few days. She sits in classrooms and scribbles things in her notebook. I guess she's evaluating the teachers or something. Today, she came to my French class. I thought Irritating Girl and French Class Girl would behave themselves, but I was wrong. As soon as they started being all touchy-feely with each other, the lady stared. I sooo want to see what she wrote in her notebook.
FCG wasn't even the main event of today, though. I have a friend who takes French 1. The teacher randomly decided to tell his class about mine today. This is what she apparently said:
"There are these two girls in my French 2 class who absolutely cannot keep their hands off of each other. They are constantly playing with hair, fixing each other's shirts, and whispering to one another. They're just allll over each other ALL THE TIME! It's so annoying! I try to teach, and they just won't stop... pecking at one another..."
"Pecking at one another"? HAHAHA! That is a very interesting way to describe it for sure. My friend started laughing, and the teacher was confused about why he was laughing.
Him: FCG and IG, right?
Teacher: Yeah... How did you know?
Him: I talk to Super Duck.
Teacher: I like Super Duck. She's not weird.
Him: She tells me about her French class adventures every day.
Teacher: I can definitely see why!
That was pure amazingness. Even the French teacher is telling the great tales of French class! I wonder if she ever tells like, her family and friends about my class. I know I tell EVERYONE! I'm always going to spread the awesomeness that is my idiotic French class. EVERYONE DESERVES TO KNOW!
I missed FCG's stupidity while she was sick! Today, she went off into a rant because she couldn't figure out why people call her a racist when she says really racist-y things. I wonder what's next, ranting about people calling her a lesbian?
My aforementioned friend said he saw FCG giving IG a "massage" in the hallway today. And by "massage," he meant that she was rubbing her bra strap and stuff. He calls me most days, and my mom always steals the phone to talk to him because he's her favorite out of all my friends. Today, when I picked up the phone, he answered in a falsetto-type voice and pretended to be FCG.
"LIKE, HIII, SUPER DUCK! IT'S ME, FCG! NO ONE WANTS TO TOUCH MY HAIR, AND I'M LIKE, SO SAD!"
That's about it, really... Oh, I'm currently trying to devise a plan to avoid Friday's pep rally. I hate those things.