today was geewwd, honestly i think my "b" days would be perfect if french 8th period wasnt in the mix. although i dont have anything personal about french itself,
(im glad im taking it instead of spanish or german) i just hate learning languages. plus mrs. curtice is so much like that obnoxious pink kitten teacher in harry pottahh number 5. hahhah, but anywayss, we had a bomb threat on friday. everyone was like freaking out and running around with there thumbs up there asses like dumbasses. i went home, not that i thought we would blow up or anything but because everyone else went home. i didnt really want to be alone because when i was in my second period class there was only like 2 other people in there with me, i heard that the school didnt even take roll that day because there was so many people missing. i think students not being there messes up with the taxes or something like that. anyways i called my mother and went hoomee. it was a nice intervention, an early weekend for me. and like 400 other people at that school,
