Spring Break It
It is officially spring break. Today was the last day of school and it couldn’t have gone any slower. I slept in two my classes. A girl has got to rest sometime. First period Algebra 2 held a test for me. Even though the class of 18 kids was quite, there wasn’t any way I could concentrate. My mind was too set on tomorrow. In second period we presented survival guide based on The Most Dangerous Game. Some how the longest class period of the day went by the fastest. Third period art held a lot of researching and fishing for me. I’m doing an independent project and have too look up artistes who influence me. Once I got bored with that I fished. Elizabeth gave me her bumblebee iPhone and told me to catch her a fish. It was surprisingly addicting. After that was lunch. It held the joy of laughter and free will. Friends sat around telling jokes and quoting movies. Funniest thing that happened was Cameron yelling out, “There are 7 blacks at this table! And you see that kid right there, he counts as 3!” he said it in such a dead serious voice. A pause of awkward silence followed. Then spilled laughter out of 10 different mouths. I swear the whole cafeteria heard him. If it weren’t for these kids my day would be so dull. Finally fourth period came along. An easy class. I had history with Stewdog. We did vocabulary and watched a video on Thomas Jefferson. I dosed off dreaming about my prince coming to save me. I came back to reality when the bell rang and bright fluorescent lights flashed in my eyes. Blinded and tired I lumbered out into the hallways of the good ol’ Ramay Jr. High. I thought this day couldn’t get by any slower. Yet, I concluded, I was wrong when I stepped into Science. Burnet had taken her seat behind her desk allowing the intern teach. I was thinking about when we would learn something in that class. As both teachers were up at the front, I pictured them as super heroes. Ok so Burnet isn’t easy to picture as a super hero. She’s more like the diabetic orange ompalumpa who sits in the corner and eats butter nonstop. On the other hand, Mr. Scott (I think that’s his name..), would be the main superhero in this duo. He actually ballroom dances on his free time. His swifts through the earth with gracefunessl appempting for fine a cure for cancer. Is it weired that i can imagine him in a spandex suit? Thanks Sponge Bob for the imaginary. Then dance came along. I had a blonde moment. I walk down to the gym in routine. Except I wasn’t suppose to be in the gym. I was suppose to be in algebra doing a test. My failure to remember almost caused me an F. If it wasn’t for my cheerleading math genius of a teacher, I would of been dead meat. I could of kissed my sweet 86% goodbye. Luckily I she sent a girl to find me so I could take the test. Nerves were all over me. I feel bad for the girl sitting next to me. I bet she could smell it. Luckily I finished it. I got an 80. But I had 8 bonus points. She put that into the gradebook and nothing happened. Then I asked if I should use the 10 points bonus points. I got a 105% on the test! My grade went from the 86, to an 89%. 1 more percent and I have an A! Finall, y I had Spanish. With the class being so boring, I slept. It felt great. I also talked to a friend about boys, s subject always on a girls mind… Once the bell rang I was stoked. That meant only 24 hours till Memphis. The joy of siring for our Lord and shearing his word. I couldn’t ask for anything more. This blessing of being able to serve is unbelievable. So lord, I thank you for everything and pray that you watch over us. I LOVE YOU!
