Monday, May 16

9th graders are baaaaad.

For one thing, there's me, who has a problem with school (namely, I can't make myself go--I had a panic attack last night over my painting for art b/c my sun doesn't look right--I spent about an hour sobbing)

Another: Cell phones are bad influences. I've gotten a call from Sheffy each time I've been out lately--at any time from 8:35 to 12:02. And then Lauren calls today from the office at lunch, and she keeps calling me 'mom'. "Hey, mom, we're going over to Jillian's today to finish the project. Wanna come? Ok, see ya, mom."

1 comment:

Pichler said...

And Pichler is just Pichler!