I lost my Government book, and I've only had it for three days. Actually, I didn't lose it. I left it on my desk in the room, unless this one girl took it by mistake, which I'm considering a possibility. I don't know what to do about it, and it's stressing me out. I don't want my new favorite teacher's first impression of me to be "irresponsibe." I wouldn't blame her, though. I can't keep track of a book for three days.
At lunch, my friend decided to swipe us a table in a spot that's usually unbelievably crowded. I told her that she has to take the heat for it if we get yelled at. Instead, these juniors sat down around us, filling in the spaces between us as if we weren't there. Then they started a weird conversation, being as pornographic as possible, in an attempt to make us uncomfortable so we would leave. My friend didn't skip a beat--she just kept talking like they weren't there, no hesitation. They gave up after a few minutes, but came back and failed again. Ha, I feel triumphant. Actually, it's not really my victory since I didn't do anything but control my laughter...
I hear my Chemistry teacher is a nightmare. A direct quote from this girl in my Spanish class: "You might as well kill yourself now, you're going to die with her anyway." Something to look forward to bright and early tomorrow. *Sigh*
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