Some girl shoved her friend into me in the hallway, and my immediate (and spastic) response was to punch her in the back of the head. (Whoops.)
I flipped off an old man who was throwing his hands in the air behind me while I was trying to drive, and then we had this intense staredown at the next light.
I’ve spent my entire third hour ogling the hot substitute teacher.
I am making a video for my final project in French with my friends. It’s a murder mystery… and I’m Colonel Mustard.
My friend was forging a note to get herself out of choir, and I made her turn it into a singing telegram. As well as an interpretative dance.