Pull Together for the Kids
So, this is just a quick update on Homecoming and me.
I was finishing up my Chem K test, when that lady who can't speak came on the announcements. She said she was going to call out the final six for Homecoming nominees. I sat there, trying to finish up my test, and listen very attentively at the names at the same time. Of course, I was listening for my name, that's why I was so nervous my hands were shaking and my teeth were grinding. After she said the freshman and sophomores, she finally came across the juniors. By this time, checking over my test wasn't even an option, all I cared about was hearing my name. All I heard was "blah aslke Blah Lkajsdf Crystal Hill aslkje Bah alkene abBAh." Since I know absolutely no one in my class because they are all sophomores and losers, I sat there cheering to myself as the others got ready to leave. I double checked my work very quickly and as the lady was announcing the seniors, the bell rang and Natalie flew in. She was probably more excited than I was, and that makes me feel like a true princess. We were bouncy little brigade girls excited about how cool me being the the final six was. Mrs. Boulanger, being the evil, rolly eyed, cajun that she is, just sat there and probably understands why I have a 71 in her class now. But not anymore, because I freakin' aced that damn electron configuration/electromagnetic spectrum whatever crap. It was a nice ending to my day.
P.S-HA, in your face, WHALE. And to the other five noms, your going down, going down to China Town.
VOTE FOR ME. SPREAD THE WORD.
I was finishing up my Chem K test, when that lady who can't speak came on the announcements. She said she was going to call out the final six for Homecoming nominees. I sat there, trying to finish up my test, and listen very attentively at the names at the same time. Of course, I was listening for my name, that's why I was so nervous my hands were shaking and my teeth were grinding. After she said the freshman and sophomores, she finally came across the juniors. By this time, checking over my test wasn't even an option, all I cared about was hearing my name. All I heard was "blah aslke Blah Lkajsdf Crystal Hill aslkje Bah alkene abBAh." Since I know absolutely no one in my class because they are all sophomores and losers, I sat there cheering to myself as the others got ready to leave. I double checked my work very quickly and as the lady was announcing the seniors, the bell rang and Natalie flew in. She was probably more excited than I was, and that makes me feel like a true princess. We were bouncy little brigade girls excited about how cool me being the the final six was. Mrs. Boulanger, being the evil, rolly eyed, cajun that she is, just sat there and probably understands why I have a 71 in her class now. But not anymore, because I freakin' aced that damn electron configuration/electromagnetic spectrum whatever crap. It was a nice ending to my day.
P.S-HA, in your face, WHALE. And to the other five noms, your going down, going down to China Town.
VOTE FOR ME. SPREAD THE WORD.