1. J.K. Rowling had her baby Sunday night, according to CBBC. It's a boy, David Gordon. Oddly enough, that is also the name of Gordo from Lizzie McGuire. More info, check The Leaky Cauldron; CBBC link there as well. This means either the same delay for Book 6, or a longer one. On the bright side, only about 88 days until Order of the Phoenix. W00t!

2. Reading The Crucible in English. Now that's how I like my classics. Just sophisticated and "olde tyme" enough; I only have to get my handy-dandy Merriam-Webster about three times per reading assignment. We act it out (sort of) in class, but it's hard to follow, so I read it over at home. I haven't had to put much work into English this year, and am subsequently getting lazy. Not having that, must shape up for Adkins next year.

3. My trig teacher was out today, so we got sent to another teacher's classroom. Boring like nothing. Should sneaked out and down the hall to Dr. J's. Otherwise, class was class.

4. Lunch, however, was a different story entirely. Okay. There used to be about ten people I sat with at lunch, but a lot of them changed for second semester, so there's only four of us left: me, Alanna, Hope, and Sarah A. Jennifer B. joined us later (I think all her people switched lunches, too.) It's March Madness at school (aka Spirit Week); today was Blast from the Past Day. I assume Jennifer was dressed up for that. What other reason could you have for wearing a cow-print outfit: skirt, cowboy hat, and cute little purse. Sure, it was weird, but what do I care so long as she doesn't try to make me wear it?

Anyway, this guy comes over from the next table (the one where she used to sit, acutally) and starts harassing Jennifer about her outfit. Basic garden-variety Oxon Hill idiot (my readers excluded, of course). She should have just ignored him, but that's not in her personality. (I don't really know her that well, but sitting with her these past few weeks has helped some.) So Jennifer talks trash back to Idiot. He goes back and sits down, but then starts yelling from his table. Jennifer and Idiot volley insults like this for the better part of the period. I mind my own business, finish eating, and start in on my latest book.

So I'm reading, and I look up because there's this huge commotion. In the next second or two, I think very quickly (a) oh my God, Idiot's attacking Jennifer!, (b) people are crowding us, (c) is Jennifer fighting back?, (d) is Alanna [who was sitting next to Jennifer] okay?, (e) I am so glad I'm sitting on this side of the table. After all that blitzes through my brain, it's over. The admins run in and pull Jennifer out, Mr. Shoemaker (the custodian) tackles Idiot to the floor, the other idiot students in the crowd stop yelling 'cause it's over, and I finally calm down. As I'm catching my breath, everyone moves away and goes back to their business. I didn't see Jennifer or Idiot after that.

You think that would be the end of it, but this sentence is obviously leading to the part where I tell you it wasn't. Idiot's learning-from-experience-impaired people at the next table start talking again, this time about Alanna, Hope, and me. Apparently, there's some unwritten Fight Procedures list that says when your friend is getting beat on, you jump in to help. Um, no? First, I don't really know her like that. Second, she shouldn't have let it escalate like that. People actually do get bored and move on if you ignore them. Third, who am I going to help? Poster child for lack of strength, you know? Fourth, I am not getting suspended for fighting. I've worked too hard for too long to throw it all away like that. Fifth, it happened in about ten seconds. I wasn't thinking straight enough to get away, let alone to help her. Sufficing to say, that put me in a ranty mood for the beginning of third period. I spent the whole time at the lathe, though, so that gave me time to work out my thoughts and for that mood to dissipate.

I did come to one major decision though. If and when I have children, I am not raising them in PG County. Some people manage to turn out okay, but I'm not taking that chance. I'm already worried about Courtney, and she's only in the fifth grade. I shudder to think about Ryan. If this is PG now, what will it be like when he gets to high school?

Horoscope-type-thing Choi Mei emailed me is up in my uJournal. Trig test tomorrow on the Law of Sines, should be easy like all the others. Must find more Internet time to do constructive things (college whatnot, SAT stuff, etc.). Oh, well. Sleep now. Ciao.

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