Yesterday, I woke up earlier than early to get a ride with my dad to school. I was ready on time (but still rather sleepy), and we got there around quarter of 8. I walked slowly to my locker, then around to guidance (which wasn't open yet), then up to give a recommendation form to Mrs. Anderson. Then I went around to Ms. Sheehan's room to wait for her or Ms. Bitondo to open the door. They're always telling us to be on time to the meetings (which start at 8:30), but no one shows up to open the door until around 8:30, and the meetings don't start until at least 8:45. Then, not all of the members show up. It's not even like two are missing, more like twelve. Anyway, we (meaning the ten of us who showed up) planned another meeting for next Wednesday, right before the fall induction ceremony on Thursday. I volunteered for set-up so I can just stay after school and get my parents to pick me up late. I have to leave some time for the inevitable mound of homework I'll have.
After the meeting, I went down to Mr. Price's room to see Greg. He brought me chocolate with an apology note for being difficult about homecoming. I have been pushing it lately. I've planned on going since last year, and then he agreed to take me, so everything was good. Then I started having the Senior Year from Hell, which shook things up a bit. No matter what the weather's like or how crowded the gym is, I intend to dance and at the very least, attempt to enjoy myself. I also want to convince Greg that he can dance. I've seen him play DDR; I've seen random people watch him and
applaud. So not having rhythm isn't an excuse. Maybe's he afraid, for which I don't blame him. This is one of those things that you just have to
do.
It figures that the only time the whole school (practically) would do what they're told is on Class Colors Day. My first period was a sea of orange (juniors, class of 2005) with a few specks of green (04) and one blue (Vicki, 06). No one's sure what 07's colors were: they were officially maroon ang gold, but some of them wore red and white, and Iyen's little sister wore purple. I just minded my own business. My philosophy is, you leave me alone, I'll leave you alone. But once it's time for Class Day, all truces are off.
Other classes were average. I made it through Adkins quite easily, considering that I was the one speck of green in a sea of orange. Mr. Adkins was wearing green, though, in a surprising coincidence.
Class Day. Oh, man. In short: We all managed to fit into the gym. Our class really only won the Toilet Tissue Fashion contest -- ours looked like a real outift! We tried to pull a badly-organized stunt during the sound contest. Our powder puffs were okay, our theme dance could have been better. 06 was disqualified for their inappropriate powder puffs. They were okay until the girls and the lapdance. It was hot and noisy and we may have only won by default, but winning by default is still winning.
And now
ER is coming on and I haven't sent my SAT scores like I meant to and I haven't caught up on blogs from yesterday and I haven't even blogged yet about today. This sucks. Did I mention that? At least tomorrow's Friday. Then another busy weekend. Sigh, man.
