yay
yesterday in art-
i sit at a table with my fellow troll friend Ross (we love pissing teachers off and being smartasses and talking back to them alot, asking to be send out of class, etc.), the dumbass/troll Noah and my old drummer Grant. at the beginning of art we got our blocks of clay and slammed them on the table as hard as we could at the same time while our old overly-tolerant teacher Mrs. Porter was across the room and somehow didnt notice/care.
that was our first day with clay, and she told every table to make coils as big as about our pinkies as long as we could, and the table with the longest snake (coil) would get a bunch of candy. about 10 minutes before class ended, Mrs. Porter was collecting the clay and Ross kept repeating "Mrs. Porter we got 32 ft!" "Mrs. Porter we got 32 ft!" "Mrs. Porter we got 32 ft!" over and over, and she goes "Ross, I heard you." and he goes, shaking his head like a stereotypical black (now white girls too) chick would, "WELL YOU SHOULD HAVE RESPONDED."
today in art-
we had clay again. at the beginning of class i took a ball of clay and threw it from the front of the room to the back corner where our table is and knocked over the small cup of wet clay all over Noah's shirt and all over his table. somehow he managed to get the clay and wet clay all over his table, completely covering it, over the course of about 25 minutes.
Mrs. Porter eventually came over and told him "nuh uh, get up and go wash your hands, arms, and the table."
naoh pls
in history today-
i jumped over two of the desks and right when i hit the ground Mr. Keller came in and he didnt see
why didnt he notice me on the floor dying laughing
why
Matthew and Tj in front of me kept shaking hands and Mr. Keller goes "do you two have some weird kind of special interest for touching and hitting eachother or something?" and i quickly said, while the class was quiet and listening, "no but they have special interestes for peepees"
i twas funay
loleleolloleoeeleoel
th-th th- th- thth- that's all folks cigarettes