It’s probably worth mentioning that it’s a stripe day. What that’s supposed to mean is that everyone has all of their classes. What that means for me is I’ve got every other class in the basement and every other other class on the top floor. I suppose it’s what I get for going to a school with no physical education - it’s pretty fun too, like a race against a gun to your transcript. “Tardies will MURDER you,” says last years record of 49.

In Mr. Hughes class, - most teachers won’t be addressed as “Mr.” or “Ms.”, I just really respect this guy - Shemsu and I walked into a room with ear-piercing electric box TV paused on a screen with a man before a blue sky and treetops in the distance who looked like he was constantly about to say something and, outside of the TV, an old white haired Wrinkleman who spent the entire period taking attendance. Shemsu and I decided that the real substitute was stuck, frozen in the TV, and this guy was just a lonely janitor who wanted to learn our names.

DAMMIT!* pPen. I make so many mistakes, and having no option but to write in pen doesn’t help in the slightest. Right now, iIm’ - FUCKIN’ PEN I MESSED UP IRRIVERSIBLY fFIVE TIMES ALREADY AND THE PEN’S LEAKING THRoOuUGH THE PAPER AND - at a Littleton HIigh School, aka “Marching Band and...you know, the other ones” concert.  Fun to watch, but “taking notes” is pretty dang fun, too. Sidenote: I don’t hate anything. the only thing I hate is haters. So the one person that I really rather dislike as of now is Tundra**. She’s in my choir, and every damn time we laugh, she does this “Hen Hen, sophunnee… [judgmental face]***.” Man, I just wanna run up to herand eye beam ssome sense into her. No hate though. I’ve never told anyone my dislike for Tundra before, because then I’d be a hater too, and if your name is Tundra, it’s not you, you’re cool. It’s the other one,. aAnd multiple Tundras are in Vocal, so trust mme: Iif I like you enough to let you read this, you’re not THAT Tundra. And why do you care? Your name is Bruce! Also, don’t go telling a Tundra that I don’t like them, because you’ll tell the wrong one, and I don’t need that kind of drama. Also, I don’t like drama much, unless if it’s comedic acting. Not to be confused withh boring acting. Now enough of that. I’m watching from the back rright now as people act as woodland critters as a. guy makes poorly done sound effects in the background. That’s funny. It’s worth watchinog.

Oh wait one more thing: today was awesome because I walkedout of Vocal Jazz, and here’swhat happened, in script form.

(Little puny seventh graders line the hallway)

Danny: oh wow, Young’uns! My name’s dDanny ,what’s your’s

Youngun: I’m confused…

Danny: Well, I’m Danny. Nice to meet you, Confused!

(shake’s hand and flees)

[here I drew a dude, smiling, awaiting laughter]****