Monday:
We won our basketball game. We were ahmayzing. We've now won two games total. Be jealous.
Tuesday:
Tuesday was kinda boring, actually. Whatever.
Wednesday:
Wednesday was, like, all warmy. Like, 60 degrees. And we've been having single digits for the past few weeks, and all of a sudden, it's like BAM! Warmness! I wore flats and my toesies didn't freeze!!! It was crazy, dudes.
Thursday:
Now comes the really crazy part. So, it's 6th period. For me, art class. We're making these coil clay things--mine's a black box with hot pink bubbles with a hot pink lid with black bubbles. Be very jealous. But that's not the point. So I've just been coiling clay, so I've got clay crap all over my hands. And guess what? The fire alarm goes off. So we're all rushing into the hallway, and then, to make it even more suspenseful (lit. term--oh yeah!), some random person (probably a secretary) goes over the loudspeaker. "All students and teachers please evacuate the building immediately." Normally, like during a drill, some of the teachers stay back, to make sure everyone is quiet or whatever. So now we're scared. Also because 6th period is a lunch period and they don't have drills during lunch periods. Then, we go into Code Green mode. Code Green is an evacuation procedure. It starts out like a fire drill, then we all walk across the street and stand in the Rec Center parking lot with our homerooms. So we start walking across the road and it's like freezing with the wind at like 50 mph, and Mike is saying it's so nice and breezy (idiot), and some random guy is in his nice, heated car, playing music and laughing. I swear, he was laughing, with his window rolled down (stupid idiot). So we get into the parking lot and it's absolute chaos. There are kids crying and everyone is trying to find their homeroom teachers, and no one knows where they're going. Some homerooms are lined up but mostly people are just randomly running around. I eventually find Drew and Jesse and Tristan from my homeroom and we form a little group looking for my homeroom teacher. My homeroom teacher, Mrs. Dicks--yes, that is really her name--is like really short, so we're trying to look, and all the guys (idiots) are looking around and I find Mrs. Dicks who is standing right next to them. So we line up and start trying to find other people from our homeroom. C-H-A-O-S times like 1,000. And like, police cars and a fire truck are all going to the school, while Eileen is singing and Amber's blabbering and Michelle is trying to figure out what is going on. After like, half an hour of standing in the cold (with my clay-covered hands), they finally give us the All Clear and we can go in. *Finally*. So we go in and we're stuck in our 6th period classes until they tell us to go to 7th. After 7th, we totally skip 8th period, which I actually kinda like cuz it's Home Arts. I have Gym 9th period, why couldn't they skip that??? So after my 7th period lunch, I go to gym and everyone's freaked out. Here are some of the reasons for the Code Green that I was told:
- 8th grade prank (some idiot 8th grader pulled the fire alarm)
- gas leak
- boiler exploded
- Gaffer pulled the fire alarm
- Jon had a gun
- someone had a bomb
After school i had to get spacers put in--I'm getting a palette expander on Monday--wish me luck.
Friday:
Get ready for a shocker. Jon. Had. A. Gun. No joke. (but that wasn't the reason for the code green--more about that later). They put it in the office, so I guess he doesn't have it. I have been told (and these are just rumors) that his parents are hunters so there are guns in the house. The house has been searched by the police. Jon threatened to kill a bunch of kids, and they told their parents. The parents told the principal/police, and they "handled" the situation. He had an in-school suspension, and he's gonna be suspended for 3 weeks. He's not allowed to come back to school after that unless he gets psychological help. Again--rumors.
So yeah, freaky week. It was, after all, Friday the 13th. And about the Code Green--it was the result of boiler problems. Not sure what exactly happened, but it had nothing to do with the gun.
In My Ears: TV commercials
On My Mind: long weekend, school problems (see above)
