Helpful Junior convinced me today to join the school newspaper. She's on it, and she told me all about this trip they take in the spring that is apparently completely and totally beyond awesome. I just sent the teacher in charge of it an email and got a reply telling me to report to the classroom the Monday after next. My grade in chemistry got knocked down to a C anyway, so I'll be safe from that awful study hall if I can't bring it back up.
I don't have school at all next week! We get out the entire week for Thanksgiving. And guess who gave out literally an entire chapter's worth of homework? Why, none other than Mrs. History Teacher! That's right! Over my holiday, I've got to read the chapter and do a 50-ish question worksheet, 7 summaries of these stupid little things we read, and 8 questions from the book. Why, Mrs. History Teacher? Why do you want me to die!?
In French yesterday, we were discussing first impressions. I mentioned to FCG how she turned out to be the exact opposite of my first impression of her. She then said something that shocked me. She said that she used to hate IG at the beginning of last year. IG, of course, demanded to know why, and I was not prepared for the answer.
"Well, you were mean to Super Duck last year, so I hated you at first because it made me mad."
We, um... We weren't even really friends last year. Hahaha. She got mad because IG was mean to me? AWWW!
But today she was all weird. She wouldn't let me touch her or stand close to her. Seriously, she backed away like she thought I was gonna push her against the wall and tear her clothes off or something! What the hell, FCG? Last week you were hugging me and begging me to rub your legs. Yesterday you said it made you mad when people were mean to me. But today I can't touch you or stand beside you? What is going on here!?