This morning I woke up. I was running late so I jumped right out of my bed and sprinted to the shower. I jumped in without giving the water time to heat up. Bad decision. In a desperate attempt to warm the water, I turned it all the way to the "HOT" side. All of a sudden the water became scourgingly hot. I screamed and panicked. I also fell under this rain of really really hot water. I crawled to the faucet, shampoo in my eyes, and turned it back over to the middle. I stood up, proud because of my achievement, and finished my shower pleasantly. When I got out I looked in my closet to find that my favorite pants were MIA. I rummaged through the house and found them under the couch cusion. Why were they in there? I don't know. I dried my hair and moved on to prepare to brush my teeth. I find a sample size bottle of toothpaste with a small bit left in it. I squeezed it and nothing came out. I was running late but I wasn't about to leave without brushing my teeth. I got some scissors and cut the bottom off and got the rest out. I cut my finger on the cut edge. After putting a band-aid on my wound, I brushed my teeth and headed out the door. As I was walking, I heard that familiar sound. It was the bus. Driving away. I took off, full speed, after it. I managed to flag him down and get a ride to school.
Once at school, things slowed down a bit. Until lunch. The two Hannahs, Korey, and I were enjoying our corn dogs and soggy cookies when all of a sudden, Hannah L. stands up on our table and announces her love for vintage films. We were all quite embarrassed. But then other people stood up and said, they too, enjoy vintage films. After about a minute of this they all broke out into a song and dance. It looked like it was straight out of High School Musical. Our principals stepped in and stopped this madness. When they asked us who started it we said it was our Spanish teacher, Senor Jose. They believed us. Hannah got away with it.
Finally the last bell rang and we could leave. A large crowd of students ran out to the busses happy and screaming happily. Except for Hannah L., the vintage movie lover. I asked her what was wrong and she told me she felt guilty for getting Senor Jose deported. I explained that they didn't deport him, they reported him to the district office. Apparently the folks at the district office are fans of vintage films, as well, because they raised his salary up to $9.50 an hour. She was happy about this.
I left Hannah and headed for my bus. There wasn't ONE seat open, so I had to sit in someones lap. I sat in Shanikua's lap. It was rather comfortable.
I got off the bus and on my way home I felt like someone was following me. I glanced back and saw a jogger wearing a light pink tank top, neon green short-shorts, and a tape player on their waistband. This guy was weird. And quite hairy. I took off running and he pursued me. I ripped my shirt off and ran even faster. Then I was embarrassed because you can count my ribs from 100 feet away. (I'm skinny.) I finally got home and locked all the doors. I sat in the dark for a couple hours eating Zebra Cakes.
I decided to make a blog in my "dark time". This is the second post. Hope you enjoyed my typical day. Now I have to go, my pancakes are burning.
Peace!
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