This week has not been cool, far from it. The thing after the Super Bowl, and the arguments between me and Cara. I'm sorry I scared you people last night (you know who you are). And especially Cara. I just got so carried away, and it's not all your fault, I realize that now (or rather this morning). But you didn't have to go saying all that stuff. Then say later that you cared about me, and it made me feel like you were a hypocrite. You cared about me yet said all that stuff? I don't want another argument today, I've had enough, and you should too. Be nicer to Skyler, he didn't mean to say it.



Today, I got a spitting headache from school. My classmates know why, too. 5th period, I came aware that there was a highpitched alarm going off. I brushed it off, figuring it would stop after a while. Then, Chris said something about, and everybody said that they could hear it, too. Mr. Rainey opened the door to the hallway of our pod (where the water fountain and bathrooms are) and the bell like thing became louder. We were all trying to figure out what it was, then Mr. Martin said that it was supposed to be a fire alarm or something, so we went out and I saw that the other people were alive!! In other words, other classes were going to their post outside where we stay during fire alarms/drills. Then after a few minutes outside in the freezing wind, we got sent back and the alarm was still going off.

5th period is social studies for us, and we were writting the prewrite for an essay on why we would, or would not, want to meet Thomas Jefferson (the 3rd president). I was sitting with Quoia, Skyler, and Colton, cause Chris moved and Steph was starting to bug me. After a while, people tried not to go out in the hall, and when they did open the door, many people would tell them to shut the freaking door. I couldn't concentrate, nor could the people I was sitting with. Mr. Rainey turned on some music to drown out the alarm noise. Quoia asked for 80s music since the music he had in (classical) was scaring her. The songs we listened to, a ton of people knew, and were dancing, especially Colton, would was sitting next to me. He popped his neck and was like, "oooowww!! I popped my neck!" The rest of us cracked up. We all got ready early, still extremly annoyed by the ringing, and unable to concentrate (oh, Rainey wanted the prewrites done by today. I barely wrote down anything). Nearly everyone was singing along with "American Pie" at least at the verses. I only saw one group of 3 boys not singing. I was singing along a bit, too. It was fun.

PE we knew was going to be a nightmare. I thought it was totally awesome how 2 years in a row, I've had PE on the last period of every other day. Mrs. Brashers (she's a witch) had us wait outside, and you could hear the ringing so loud from outside the locker rooms. Brashers gave us our progress reports (A-) and told us to plug our ears and dress quickly, and she also told us that a light/bulb broke, which like caused the non-stop ringing. I had a headache already by then. I dressed as fast as a could, jealous of Brashers since she had earplugs! She just happened to have them in her pocket. when I was done dressing, I plugged my ears and hit my forehead against the lockers. It worked. It made my headache go away a bit and make the noise seem not so loud.

So, I guess Brashers was right, in the actual gym, the ringing wasn't bad at all. In fact, you could barely hear it over everyone's talking. I nearly ran into Ms. Bohn (music teacher..... oh, is she a Ms. or a Mrs. ?) when I went to the bathroom, in my gym uniform (which was nice with the freezing wind!) and she asked me if the ringing was bad in gym class. And I told her that in the actual gym, it wasn't bad, but it was really loud in the locker rooms. She responded "I bet it would be," then as she left the restroom, she kept on talking.... I guess to me, though I really couldn't hear her. But I do remember her saying that her students were like outside or something....

During PE I hung out with Skyler, Quoia, Jasmine, and Frank. Jasmine got hit in two separate sensitive places.... (yea........) and both of those balls were thrown by Bogue (that's his last name, first name Andrew, but everyone calls him Bogue) and he was cracking up after both. Quoia was finding her volleyball, wherever it went, when Jasmine got it in the most sensitive spot. We were all laughing, and Jasmine was trying to rub it, since it thankfully hit upwards, so it didn't get..... um...... that dead on. That would have hurt really bad. I said I was sorry to Jasmine, saying that it had to hurt. Then she told the two guys that they couldn't understand her pain, and only I could. When PE was over, and it was quieter, I realized the ringing stopped (HOORAY!!!!!!! yay!) and it was so much quiter in the locker room. The people I hate were probably singing as usual, but I guess it was still alot quieter than before, when you had to yell for someone (or at least for me...) to hear you (or to hear me). Jasmine said "I'll be afraid of balls for the rest of my life.... oh wait!" that was funny.