Week: 42
Songs to Remember: Out - Mr.Mr, Playboy - EXO, View - SHINee
You know, chocolate sounds really good right now. Maybe I should've just had the box of chocolates to myself and eat em' over night.
I walked to school hoping that this would be the highlight of the finale, where the season gets high ratings, internet goes wild, hashtags, memes, all that kinda stuff. No, It kinda went on a really, really unexpected turn, and now all there's left to wait for, is for the series to end. Really.
Here's what went down (as in, slang for what happened). I come into the classroom, 3rd period, Chemistry. She's at the lab table to the right of the door. Her buddy (in Chemistry) was already sitting across from her at the table, so I chose to sit at the table next to that table. I place my stuff down, my backpack, my bag of swimming of clothes, Yn's gift, and my Chemistry book. The teacher has a couple students pass out the tests, scratch paper, scantron, etc.
I blank out for a moment, "blank out" as in staring at a wall for some reason, then the teacher dude's like "Drew.. Drew.. uhh Drew" and I snapped out of mindless state. I'm like "Yes?" and he's like "Do you mind moving to this seat over here? Chr's having a hard time sitting in the back" and I'm like "Oh yeah, sure". So I move all my stuff over to that seat (which was located like, right in front of the classroom, just straight up down in front). I start the test, it was generally easy. It didn't have as much math as I thought, barely any actually.
I expect to get about a 90% on it, since it's 100 questions, 1 point each. No, not a 100%, heh, I never get a 100%. I turn in my test, notes sheet, etc. I head out the classroom to turn in my Chem book. Come back, fill out the teacher's survey on how well he taught this year. I also sign his (what he calls) "Ghetto" yearbook, which was just several neon green papers stapled together. I wrote a bootleg Chemistry joke, thanked him for teaching me, signed my name. He still hasn't given me my extra credit for sucking on that bar soap. I just wanna say thanks to Mr.Seals (his real name) for making Chemistry interesting. He actually helped his students individually, he asked them each individually if they needed help. No other teacher I've had has ever done that, as far as I can remember.
Class dismissed, break time, Yn leaves, I'm like "F***" and I go out to catch up to her. She's with her friend again, the one I talked about in an earlier post, I was like "F*** it", tapped her on the shoulder, I'm like "[inaudible noise] This is for you, happy birthday". And she didn't, even, say, bye.
After the break, it was time to go to 4th period, P.E. I get a picture of her with all the gifts out, like a POV shot of it all, and lots of messages saying "Thank you so much". Some that stick out to me in particular were "I didn't expect I got this freaking heavy bday gift from you lol", "dude I share w my friend, They all love it :)), Thanks again dude :)". This was when she as at her next class, and she doesn't have a final exam for that, just a party.
I walk to the swimming locker rooms like "Can it be over? Like, now?". We basically had free time today. We were allowed to jump off the diving board as long as we had passed the treading test. Woo! First time ever jumping off a diving board. It wasn't very Hugh as you'd expect like the ones in the movies. It was about, eh 5 feet above the surface of the water. About. I did a couple cannonballs, a lot of dives. After that I just waddled in the water for a while. I mean, we did have 2 hours. What am I supposed to do for 2 hours?
When it was about 20 minutes left, the teacher brang out bagels for everybody (including the cream cheese). Also, tangerines. We ate, enjoyed the time, and went back to change. We also received our semester grade. For me? A-. I think the teacher was bit generous on that one, heh. Her name is Ms.Wyness (hopefully that's the correct spelling) and I think she did a nice job on teaching swimming. Other classes just had free time really, while we actually learned a bit. That was cool, so, thanks Ms.Wyness. Also, thank based god that I never have to do P.E ever again! WOO!
Also that dude who I said reminded me of TheOddOne from TSM, wanted to be filmed beating a dude down while his arms were pool noodles. He filmed it once with another guy, and asked me to help him. Help him, as in, be the one being beaten down. After that whole thing (well it took about 2 minutes) he said "I can't wait to show Ms.Schwartz this". Yeah, he was a teacher assistant for her 2nd period, my class.
I probably should've just hung onto the chocolates. *sigh* I guess the series really does live up to it's title. When I think s***'s gonna be 100% according to thought, it actually becomes a 100% chance of bad. Or maybe this is all just me over-thinking again.
Whatever it is, it's just all bad, bad in general. How many times do I have to tell myself this? Alright so, did I leave anything out of this? No? Good. Just gonna have to wait for the chance. See you tomorrow.
Oh and here's a picture of the pool.
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