Thursday

Thursday was "Throwback Thursday" in Spirit Week. We were supposed to dress the way we did in middle or elementary school. So I showed up in socks that were purchased 8 years ago, my Heelys which I wore through 5th and 6th grades, my uniform shirt, my fleece jacket from middle school which was actually Andrew's because mine got too small for me, and a pair of jeans that were purchased when I was in seventh grade.

Thursday, I got totally loopy. During 6th period, my teacher was having us play a review game in math. By the end of the period only 7 people, including me, were still playing. One of the jerky girls kept talking back to me when I volunteered to move to the front of my row because the girl in front of me wanted to stop playing but didn't want to get up, but who cares about her? It's like she had nothing better to do than speak to me when I didn't talk to her. Okay, yes, I know the answer in my head but I can't get it out. Is that any reason for you to say, "Then you don't know, then." ? No, no it's not. I was engaged in conversation with the girl in front of me. I told the teacher, "I don't think she wants to play anymore." so I stood up and moved to the front of the row. She said, "I'm still playing." I asked her, "Do you want me to answer questions or go back and sit down?" "I'll answer questions." So I moved of my own volition. You don't have to say, "Sit back down, then." It's not your job, so shut up. Don't expect me to help you anymore. You're not in charge of the world. Just shut up. She's not the cause of my loopiness. About a half-hour before the end of class, I ended up staying near the front with a senior who was loopy already. It rubbed off on me, so I was completely hyper but still able to work on math. But I kept singing, "Ain't nothin' on the top but a bucket and a mop and an illustrated book about birds..." It was so catchy! I kept dancing during gym class because of my hyperness. I regained my sanity before the end of gym, though.

After lunch, a basketball game was held. In the gym. Likely you've been in a school gymnasium before, and so you know how much sound resonates. Also, I'm super-sensitive to sounds. I melt down. So, naturally, I didn't even step into the gym. Didn't do much good, but I was able to survive for a while longer than I would have been inside of the gym. People kept asking me, "You don't want to watch the basketball game?" And I responded, "It would be better for all parties involved if I stayed out here." and gave them the short explanation. They understood. I ended up being escorted up to the office, anyway, though, because I melted. Luckily, the drama teacher happened to walk by at that exact moment.

After school was parent teacher conferences. We talked to Mrs. Hrdlicka, Mrs. Crockett, Mr. Drennen, the guitar teacher that I don't even have, and Mr. Pace, one of the history teachers.

Then we had what I call Mexican Lasagna, because it was layered and had ingredients that you would find in a standard dish found at a Mexican restaurant, which was very delicious, and Andrew and I played Lego Batman. And I'm off today, and next week!