Ok today is Tuesday and that means we have GT. So enjoy.

"Ok class. Today we are going to be learning about molecules, atoms, and elements." that's our Science teacher Mr. White; he's probably the best teacher in the whole school, though he could be a bit confusing sometimes. Such as right now…

"Ok this…"he held up what looked like one of those tinfoil hats that those crazy alien watchers used to wear back in the stone ages, the 1970's "… is called a hydrogen molecule and this…" he holds up another tinfoil hat only this ones the size of a basketball goal "…is a uranium molecule. Can you, Mr. Griffis tell me the difference?"

"Ummm…..ahhhh….no but I can tell you that the one on the left is used in hydrogen bombs and the one on the right is used in any bomb." And as usual he erupted into a fit of laughter, and as usual everybody just stared at him like he was a dead fish.

"Well since Mr. Griffis can't tell the difference between a good joke and a bad joke..." The class chuckles at Mr. Whites joke "… Mr. Galyon can you tell me the difference?"

Silence.

"Mr. Galyon can you tell me the difference?"

Silence.

"Mr. Galyon are you awake."

About this time he figures what I was doing out. So what does he do….he walks over, slaps on the back of the head and says. "Mr. Galyon which track are you on?"

"I'm on track 5, it's Stricken by Disturbed….", opps that's mistake number 3 today.-for those of you out there who didn't catch on. I had hidden my head behind my book and was listening to my I-Pod. For those of you who don't know how I got away with it until now, I had my grandma sew a pocket on the inside of my pants. I slid my I-Pod in there and tied the cord together so it wouldn't stick out the bottom of my shirt and ran the ear piece-headphone thingy's up my shirt and out my shirt collar and stuck the pieces in my ear.-

"Mr. Galyon give me the I-Pod."

"Yes sire." I take it out and hand it to him. This was about the third one he had taken up all year…not from me; this is the first time he's actually caught me.

"Mr. Galyon please meet me after class." UH-OH. This could be trouble, several people had met with Mr. White after class and 2 came out crying.

As the class continues I nervously glance up at the clock counting down the seconds as they ticked ever closer to my impending dome. Ya I'm a little melodramatic you got a problem.

1:04 and 40 seconds…..1:04 and 50 seconds….1:04 and 55 seconds….1:04 and 56 seconds…1:04 and 57 seconds….1:04 and 58 seconds….1:04 59 seconds…WAIT! DID THE CLOCK JUST ST….-DING…DING…DING-…never mind.

"Mr. Galyon come here a moment."

"Ye…ye…yes sir."

"Now listen, you have 2 choices. Either you let me keep this for 20 days or it cost 20 dollars…"

"You can keep it for 20 days….wait the band trip is next week! Crap…-I pull out $20- here take it."

"Or, Mr. Galyon you write down the lyrics on a piece of paper and give it to me tomorrow…"

"Really! Well I can sing it right now for you if you want."

"Ok."

So dedicated readers my sings is horrible so I won't sing it for you. But nothing else exciting happens that much until band…

"Hey Logan!"

"Wha' ya want Vaughn."

"I was wondering, what if instead of doing clicks when Nicky tells us to march the band out the building if we could do this -hits drum to beat- …brrump….brrump….brrump ta te ta. Instead of –hits drum rim to beat- click….click….click click click."

"I don't know, lets try it."

Later-

"Ok, band get you instruments and line up in block formation B with a 45 degree angle."

"Umm, Logan please translate."

"Get in position to play Mustang Sally."

"Ohhhh, ya I knew that."

"Sure."

5 Minutes later-

"Ok, drums clicks." After he finishes saying that and starts to count off the band to get ready to leave I lean forward and catch his eye and smile and nod, silently asking if we should. He smiles back and nods. I think "this is going to be fun."

"Left…right…left ok takem' away drums."

-Drum beats- Click…click….click click click….drrump…drrump…drrump te te ta.

We all go into a intricate series of beets and get done and hit the drum in unison and yell "UHH." We look around to see the whole band and the band director staring at us with utter amazement.

Jessica who we had told what we were going to do earlier and gave her time to practice on it, had this look of complete and utter confusion. I guess she had gotten lost about 10 seconds into the tune. As she usually did looked at Mr. Durham, saw the look on his face and pointed at me saying. "It was Vaughn's idea."

"Shut up, Jessica." I whisper to her.

"Mr. Galyon, see me in my office." Oh crap. This is going to be really bad.

-In his office- "Mr. Galyon…" Mr. Durham started.

"I'm sorry Mr. Durham, don't punish the other percussionist it was my idea."

"…no it's not that Mr. Galyon. I want you to write that tune the percussionist just played and turn it into me so I can have it copied and have a bass and quad part for it."

I stared at him in disbelief. "Sir?"

"You heard me I wont you to write it down the tune and turn it into me."

"Really?"

"Gosh, how many times do I have to say it?"

"No, I got it. Its just I didn't expect you to say that."

"Well what did you expect me to do?"

"Umm yell, curse, rant and rave like a mad bull."

"Get back in line, Mr. Galyon."

I came out grinning like an idiot and got into my spot. And before I could even pick up my instrument Logan and Ashton say, "What happened?"

"Umm, he said he wonted me to copy it down so he can make a bass and quad part."

"Really? That's awesome he's never done that before."

"I know I thou…"

"YOU'RE AT ATTENTION STOP MOVING." That's our drum major, Brenn.

"Ok, band mark time. Left…left…left right left. Ok drums. CLICKS….OK…CLICKS no fancy stuff."

Well the day was boring until…

"NO NO NO NO NO NO NO! YOU'RE DOING IT WRONG DRUMS! STAY ON BEAT! FLUTES TURN ON TIME! RUN IT AGAIN."

Five minutes later

"Ok. Get back to the starting position." Everybody walks back to their starting position, only to hear Shana and Brenn yelling "GET THERE, GET THERE!"

Ok we're back in our starting position and Mr. Durham goes into one of his 15 minute speeches with us at attention. We're standing there knees aching, silently begging for a water break when Mr. Durham says, "Ok everybody take a water break."

We're not half a step away from our spots, and believe me several people shot off like a bottle rocket, when we hear SMACK! We all turn to see Jake Williams laughing his head off at Ryan Howard who's laying flat on the ground rubbing his cheek.

Several people walk over and ask what happened.

After a few minutes of rubbing his cheek he says, "Ok, when we were at attention this mosquito flew into my right ear and bit the h--- out of it. But since we're at attention I couldn't move. Well after about 5 minutes of biting my ear it flew out and started biting my cheek. So when Mr. Durham said take a water break. I slapped it with the force of a train and nearly knocked myself out but I killed it." After he finished everyone burst out laughing.

The next day he didn't show up and it wasn't until he got back that we found out he had gotten some rare mosquito transferred disease that makes the bitten area swell up to about 10 times its normal size. That's right readers he had an ear the size of a baseball and had to go to the doctor to have it cut open and all the infected tissue removed and to let the puss leak out. EWWWWWWWWW!