School is hectic. Period. I think the teachers sit around in the staff room and plot how they’ll torture us in the weeks to follow. We’ve all had so much to do lately, it’s ridiculous.

What I really don’t like about school is the group projects. If I could avoid them completely, I would. I prefer working alone. We have to do a Macbeth video for English and I’m in a group of 5. FIVE. It’s almost impossible to get all of us together on the same night. "Ooh, I’ve had plans for a whole week and I can’t change them; I have to work; I don’t like working on weekends." Etc. At least I know when I’m by myself, I’ll get the work done. I find it hard to trust others (even friends) with school work. I’m just OCD like that. And paranoid. It’s not good atall.

Junior just finished dance class, so I’ll unload all of my problems on him soon. Poor guy doesn’t even know it’s coming.

What I love about school is the teachers. My teachers are great. Ms. Edmunds is amazing! She does the Art club after school on Tuesdays. I went today and painted a picture of a flower. It looked like a two-year-old’s painting, but I loved it! I ended up giving it to Junior. He liked it, haha. He couldn’t go today because of drama try-outs. Good luck to him! I took the late bus home, too! It was crazy. Thomas had My Chemical Romance going on the CD player. Yeah, the CD player. That bus is the only one that has one. I wish they all did! But then people would fight and argue over the music being played. Sigh. You really can’t win.

Another great thing about school is doing the canteen. Today, Junior and I did most of the work because Nikita was out and Deejay was doing some work that she had missed while being sick. Poor dears. So, we had to sell the WORST food in the entire world - HOT DOGS. ARGH. I really don’t like them. They’re so gross! Like, what’s IN them!? Ew. I can’t even stand the smell. It’s really hard to sell them at school. Junior knows I don’t like to do it, but I do it anyway because I have to. It I didn’t, I wouldn’t be in the canteen. Then I’d have nothing to do. So! I sucked it up, and sold some hot dogs.

Anywho. Back to homework. Both Junior and I have a Math test tomorrow. Darn quadratic functions. If I hear one more word about parabolas, I might cry. I love Math and all, but I had to do basically the same thing in two courses for a month and a half. I kind of need a change.

- Bre :)

Hello denizens of the internet. I am Waldon. I bear greetings from the world beyond the screen!

No, really though. This is my first time typing a blog for this website and I admit, it's a little intimidating. I'm not used to typing to people. It feels like I'm supposed to be writing a narrative for English class. Not discussing life and politics and whatnot. xD There is a disturbance in The Force.

So . . . Onto my existence!

Today was a busy day for me, oddly. I started off my day regularly. Waking up, going to school, that sort of thing. But at lunch time today, I was working the canteen with Bre, and our "boss" tells me, out of nowhere, that today will be pizza day.
I hate pizza day.
Its filled with screaming smelly kids with overpowering hormones trying to get their grubby little hands on as much food as possible. I had thought I had escaped that horrid day when Bre and I started this year. We worked it last year, every week. So we thought we were done with it. Wrong. We STILL had to do it.

On the bright side, I did NOT have math homework tonight, and that is a monumental occasion for me. As you may have gathered- Math hurts me. Like garlic to vampires, silver to werewolves, fire to witches and facial expressions to Clint Eastwood, math hurts me.

I also drew a funny little person today. I call him Stachee (Stache-ay) for now. : D Needless to say, Stachee immediately grew an enormous fanbase and I was asked to scan a picture of him on my computer. So I tried, and as it always has, my scanner took the picture and mutilated it with its horrible rendering.

I also had Dance class tonight, that was fun. I love dance, actually. Although we only had 4 guys in the group of about 14? It was pretty rough for a while until we figured to divide the girls among the guys for the evening. Which led to my next revelation . . .

I am out of shape.

Not a single one of those girls could possibly have weighed more than 130 pounds, at max. I could not lift a single one of them above my head! I'm so ashamed of myself right now. I will soon be engaging myself in exercise to rectify the situation.

That will be all! Return to your stations! Ha. I'm a silly person.

Two in a row. Sick.

Today, Junior and I worked in the canteen at the school, with Deejay and Nikita (our friends). It was awesome. Even when Deejay randomly did my hair. Every Tuesday, we volunteer our services at lunchtime to help the poor, hungry junior high students of the school get their lunch. It's tedious work, really. Especially when no student knows the price of ANYTHING. BUT, thanks to Nikita, we have a new pricelist, so they have no excuse not to know. Most of them are really polite and well-trained. I love it! Some of them creep me out though. It's all in the way they look at you. You can pick out the crazy ones by the way they ask for the hot dogs.

Speaking of hot dogs, ours are incredibly over-priced! Last year, they were a dollar. Now they're $1.50. I don't think the economy is THAT bad. Maybe I should ask Junior. He might know how to explain it to me.

About the title. My English teacher, Mr. Crane, was keeping watch over the junior highs today for the first half of lunch, and walked by the canteen window. Junior and I talked to him for a second, and he told us that he was quite content teaching us senior highs. Between the three of us, we concluded that: 1. The junior highs are kind of scary; 2. They smell bad. Like hormones and Axe. It is believed that when you're too close to a junior high student, you can see the hormones radiating from their skin. Oh no. I hope it's not contagious.

I suppose that's pretty much it for now. Maybe someday I'll write about how awesome Mr. Crane is.

- Bre :)