Half a day left. Only half a day. I can get through this. Maybe.
This is Allie.
I CANNOT WAIT!!!!!!
Knoebels was really, really fun. I found out I don’t work well with spinning (thanks Dad) but it was fun all the same. On this one ride, these hot (yes, I just said hot) guys were behind us and were screeching annoyingly. I started imitating them loudly. They did it back. It was really funny….And then we had to go see what this one cute guy looked like because my friend did notice or hear him when he complimented us…it was really fun but tiring…
I am SO darn SICK of school. I am SO done with middle school. High school looks fun but scary. Too many big people. Actually, too many people who revel in the fact that they are no longer freshmen.
English yesterday was both rather mortifying and hilarious. I have sealed my fate as far as Romeo and Juliet is concerned….. loverly. (that’s not a typo.)
Somehow, this kid in my class (he’s really funny) managed to walk into this railing in the middle of the hall. (this is at the high school, keep in mind-not our school) He ripped his pants in the front, right down the center. It was no small rip. It was SO funny. Mrs. Gold was laughing too.She got him this gold fabric and made him a skirt. He took it well I think. It was hilarious.
Then I had to do an “interview” thing with my partner in front of the class. It was embarrasing.
I was asked what I like to do in my spare time. I said reading and drawing, and of course they laughed. It wasn’t a mean sort of laugh. It was a of-course-she-said-that sort of laugh.
Then there was the sports question. I said fencing. My fate during our Romeo and Juliet unit is sealed for good. My teacher goes, “Oh good! I’ve never had a fencer during Romeo and Juliet!” She wrote it down on her list. Nobody else had anything next to their name. But me? I’m done for. Permanetly labeled as a perfect demonstrator during Romeo and Juliet. Oh joy.
Oh well. I will survive.
If I make it through this weekend that is.
Which may not happen.
If you don’t hear from me tomorrow, please email and make sure I’m not dead.
Actually, that wouldn’t mean much to me if I’m dead.
Just offer your condolences and sue the school.
That would make my dead self happy.
I better go before I lose it completely.
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