Math
Sofy:
Since I missed a day of ERB’s last week, I had to do the makeup (make up?) test thingy, and it was during Math class. And in the beginning, Ms.Hogan asked me if I had done my homework, and didn’t know wtf she was talking about, cuz I had no idea we had homework. So I said no, and she had those weird, icy, you-deserve-to-be-killed teacher look, and then after what felt like a century of staring at me, she let me go do the makeup test. By the way, I don’t get why the hell she wasted precious time of my life, that I will never get back, just staring at me. It’s not as if it would magically cause my homework to appear. But anyway. After I finished the ERB’s, I considered going to class but then I decided that I would walk around a little bit, because come on. I had an excuse to miss MATH. And when I was coming back from my long trip up the ramp to see if the art teacher was there, I saw Pam in the hallway and she was like “Sofy, you have to start doing your homework, meu. You grade is going like [hand gesture that meant 'down']“. And when I walked into the classroom and sat down, Silvia and Gio A. and a bunch of people were saying that I had a D-, and I got angry because, I mean, it was MY grade. Ms.Hogan had no right of telling everybody. It’s my private business, and I tell whoever I like, not whoever SHE likes. But then my mind did a weird confusing flashback thingymajig, and I remembered what the homework was, and I flipped the pages of my notebook and found out that I haaaaad done it after all. I had finished it in class, since I’m such a mega genius. And I showed it to her and she had to bring my grade back up to the safe little B that I worked very hard for. haHA. IN YOUR FACE, MS.HOGAN!
And today I went to the dentist, which was boring. And there was this pregnant lady sitting across from me and she kept smiling at me all the time. And then this scary guy with a bushy moustache came in, and then this fifty year old woman who was wearing these super high, high, high platform shoes with these shiny strappies, which she was way too old for.
And the funniest thing happened today too. I was in the kitchen with my little brother, talking about How I Met Your Mother (which he also loves) and making sandwiches, and I was telling him about this episode where Ted calls Lily a grinch. Grinch is actually a word he uses when he means ”bitch”, because since he’s telling the story to his kids, he can’t use bad words. But then I remembered that I had read in the CBS site that Grinch was actually a four letter word, so it couldn’t be bitch. And a lot of people thought it was the C-word, and when I told Danny he didn’t know what the C-word was, so I said “You know. The C-word! The one that rhymes with hunt…”, and he guessed what the word was, and asked me what it meant because he didn’t know, and I didn’t tell him, of course, since I’m such a great sister. I just said it was a word he shouldn’t ever say, and when my older brother walked in Danny was like, “Rafa, what’s [c-word]” (I’m not gonna write it because I don’t like that word) and Rafa stopped a bit and looked at him, and then said he wasn’t gonna tell him either. He kept repeating it and asking me what it meant, but I finally got him to leave me alone by telling him that if I ever knew of him saying that word ever again, I would slice neck off his body and eat it like a hamburger, and steal his PSP. He’s so manipulative…
And also, I checked out TWO books today. Gallows Hill, by Lois Duncan, and The Martian Chronicles, by Ray Bradbury. AND I’m already reading Bridget Jones’s Diary and The Witch of Blackbird Pond. I think this is a VERY great improvement.
