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A blonde day at school!

I decided to bring a camera. I'm not allowed to bring a camera to school. I wanted to take some pictures for the end of the year. So, I brought my camera into class. I'm so smart…

We watched a slide show on making clay cups…interesting… well, I thought it would be so much fun to take a picture of my HAND while the lights were turned off, with a flash camera…

FLASH!

Ne way…

Everyday at lunch I have a bad habit of drinking RED Gatorade and then laughing really hard…I laugh because I know that when I do, red Gatorade will come out of my NOSE. Therefore…I laugh.

1 My life

Uh…life?

Oh YEAH! I wake up every morning at 6:30… *snore* dad goes: "WAKE UP, ROBIN!" okay, okay…I'm getting up… so I run over to the computer and turn it on. While it loads up, I fling clothes over my bedroom until I find a perfect outfit…yup…I e-mail my bf and then GO TO SCHOOL! Okayyy…

School!

1st class-Algebra…something that 7th graders shouldn't have to worry about…but we're "SMART"…sure. The teacher is Mrs. Whitlow, she sounds and looks like a male.

2nd class- Social Studies…the teacher, Mr. Smith, loves me. I don't know why, he just does. There is this kid who sits in front of me. EW. He has a skin disorder and has HUGE chunks of skin coming off of his head…he likes to lean over my desk, scratch his head on my desk, and wink at me. EW. I like to tease him though, like if he is late to class I start crying saying: "I CAN'T BELIEVE HE DID THIS TO ME!" But, I'm just joking! He gives me the creeps…scary thing is: I think he likes me.

3rd class- Study Skills…SO MUCH TO SAY! I sit next to the "bad girls", and, of cource, I have to fit in by cussing A LOT. The teacher looks like a female version of Pee Wee Herman, I swear. She also owns a pair of bright red corduroy pants…lesbian…ne way, I like to do whatever I can to shun her horrible teaching method. I like to sit in my seat and watch the time tick by in this class. OMW! Once… okay, one of the "bad girls" noticed that Mrs. Withers (the teacher) was getting a little big in the lower belly…I agreed. She must be pregnant. SO… I told the other "bad girl" to ask her after class. She did. The teacher wasn't pregnant…Whenever she gets excited about something she is talking about she sounds either like Barney from the Simpsons, or Dr. Evil…

4th class- AHHHH! LUNCHHHH! Where they serve horribly disgusting food, or what they call food anyway, and…sometimes we find hairs and rubber bands in our food…oh a few days ago I asked to get my mashed potatoes (mashed starch) on the side so that it wouldn't touch the meat. (I'm a vegetarian) Well, the lunch ladies (have you ever noticed there aren't any lunch men?) Put the roll on my meat…ERR! I yelled at them and they got scared…almost cussed them out because I was still in my "bad girl" mood from 3rd period.

5th class- SCIENCE!!!!! Mr. Caudill….wow. Can you get any stricker? NO CAPITAL LETTERS! You must PRINT! You must use pen here, and pencil there! NO THAT'S NOT THE RIGHT HEADING! He is the best about rambling on about nothing for 45 minutes, and that's a lot to say coming from me.

6th class- Living Skills, it's home ec… Mrs. Dickerson. She is awesome and funny. She acts like someone our age, except she has common sense! But MUST they teach sex. Ed in every class, every year? I mean, please…

7th class- ART! OMFFFFFFGGGGG! What can I say?! Okay, I am the most artistically talented person on earth, and obviously, the most egotisical ^_~ Well, that's the class that I took the picture with my camera. That teacher hates me. Once she told a story about killing a snake (major details) SHE RAN OVER IT 3 TIMES! And then hacked it in half with a shovel, after shooting it with a beebee gun. She said, "The moral of this story is: You can't kill a snake." I yelled out: "NO!!!! The moral of the story is, IGNORANCE MUST BE BLISS!" Of cource, she didn't understand what I said, and then said: "I donate to every animal organization there is!" 1) Only because you feel guilty for killing all of those animals and 2) How much can you donate on a teacher's salary? In this class, I like to talk. A lot. I was looking down at my drawing one day and my friend Dawn started talking to me. The teacher started yelling at me then: "ROBIN! You are always talking! No matter what I do or tell you, you never stop!" Yeah, yeah…I wasn't talking this time… Dawn got moved away from my table :'( This teacher thinks that kids are nothing. She said that kids can't have coincidences and that we are "young and inexperienced"…bs! I like to say, oh gosh I did a good job on this picture. Or something like that and then my friends say: NOOO! It's not good, you're a kid. I'm like: Right, of cource, I'm young and ENEXPERIENCED, I am nothing. Grown-ups are always right, I should just stop trying, they are perfect…

8thclass- the last class of the day. Language Arts, AA (advanced)… my ass… the teacher can't do ANYTHING right! NO JOKE! It takes her ALL year to grade ONE thing, yet she dishes out as much work as she can think of! AHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!

Now, I walk home from school 1 and 1/10 mile….BOORRRRIINNNNGGGG…

Well…after that I go on the net and talk to people, go to sleep, start process over… My life… uh…. Are you still reading this…?

People I talk to on the internet:

Katie: Uh…what can you say? She is awesome. She is really funny, and I think she is my best friend. Just don't mess with her while she is PMSing…omw…trust me… On this site she is Tiki Tako Mania.

Jamie: *drooling*… okay, where do I start…funny, nice, sweet, caring, wonderful, perfect, it never ends! (my bf, if you haven't figured that out)

Lauren: I've known her since I was 5…I wish I'd never met her…she is obsessed with me! AHHH! She is also "goes both ways"… She Ims me CONSTANTLY trying to find out the plans over the summer. Last night I got mad at her and yelled at her. She says I don't have enough time for her…I have too much time… anyway, I asked her why she* uses* astericks* and she said: BECAUSE* THEY ARE COOL* AND I LIKE THEM** AND I HAVE TIME FOR THEM*****Lame….

UH! Those are the main people…other people are just people that I talk to when I'm waiting for the main people to talk to me ^_^ (or just waiting…)

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