Day 4
It's Friday. I called Noah and told him. He sounded really sad. His sad voice echoed after I hung up.
Tonight I have to get all pretty for the principal. My mom warned me not to say anything that could not get me into the school. All I do is sit there, say "Yes" and "My parents helped raise me that way." One false move and I'm instant Cream of Wheat.
The first thing I saw when I entered the lobby was a swarm of people. Each had a gift or card. Is there a party going on or something? The crowd swallowed me. It was mostly eighth graders, and a few sixth graders that I have tutored.
Each gift was special. Either it was for school or for my room. I felt really touched when they gave me those gifts.
"You are a great person," Carrie said trying to hold back tears.
Now these people show up? Why now, I could have used them before this happened, when I needed the homework assignment, or I dropped my books. Well, I guess that I'm being a little dramatic, but still.
The rest of the day went as normal as could be expected, everyone thought that I was going to leave that afternoon. I didn't even know what was going on tonight, heck; I could blow it and never even hear of "Andale Middle School for the Incredibly Talented and Gifted" ever again.
I got ready to the constant buzzing of my mother telling me the dos and don'ts of talking to people that could decide your future. She treated as if I was a juvenile delinquent that couldn't be tamed. Ha! I'd like to see her tame this rebel with a cause. No matter how much I tried to swat at my mother to try to get her away from me, she just stayed there, like something caught in your teeth. I didn't try the toothpick method though.
I was totally surprised though at the fact that the principal wasn't an old, round, hairy man; but an old, round, hairy lady. And she just would not be quiet, she just kept going on and on about how good her school is and how much she wants me there if I would qualify. I was like "Yeah, well here's what I have to say to that!" But I didn't, I instead decided on virtually throwing mashed potatoes and chicken legs at her. I'll call her Mrs. McPotatoChickenHead she's Irish.
"I think that went horrible," I said after she was long gone.
"What are you talking about? That went great; I think you're a shoe- in!" My Dad said to my despair.
Well, I guess that there's always tomorrow?
It's Friday. I called Noah and told him. He sounded really sad. His sad voice echoed after I hung up.
Tonight I have to get all pretty for the principal. My mom warned me not to say anything that could not get me into the school. All I do is sit there, say "Yes" and "My parents helped raise me that way." One false move and I'm instant Cream of Wheat.
The first thing I saw when I entered the lobby was a swarm of people. Each had a gift or card. Is there a party going on or something? The crowd swallowed me. It was mostly eighth graders, and a few sixth graders that I have tutored.
Each gift was special. Either it was for school or for my room. I felt really touched when they gave me those gifts.
"You are a great person," Carrie said trying to hold back tears.
Now these people show up? Why now, I could have used them before this happened, when I needed the homework assignment, or I dropped my books. Well, I guess that I'm being a little dramatic, but still.
The rest of the day went as normal as could be expected, everyone thought that I was going to leave that afternoon. I didn't even know what was going on tonight, heck; I could blow it and never even hear of "Andale Middle School for the Incredibly Talented and Gifted" ever again.
I got ready to the constant buzzing of my mother telling me the dos and don'ts of talking to people that could decide your future. She treated as if I was a juvenile delinquent that couldn't be tamed. Ha! I'd like to see her tame this rebel with a cause. No matter how much I tried to swat at my mother to try to get her away from me, she just stayed there, like something caught in your teeth. I didn't try the toothpick method though.
I was totally surprised though at the fact that the principal wasn't an old, round, hairy man; but an old, round, hairy lady. And she just would not be quiet, she just kept going on and on about how good her school is and how much she wants me there if I would qualify. I was like "Yeah, well here's what I have to say to that!" But I didn't, I instead decided on virtually throwing mashed potatoes and chicken legs at her. I'll call her Mrs. McPotatoChickenHead she's Irish.
"I think that went horrible," I said after she was long gone.
"What are you talking about? That went great; I think you're a shoe- in!" My Dad said to my despair.
Well, I guess that there's always tomorrow?