I Live for the End of the Day

Everybody's a critic.

First funny thing: today was Petey's birthday. His younger sister, who's a dean runner, came in with brownies and sang the strangest version of "Happy Birthday" I have ever heard. Then we all enjoyed brownies. Yay.

English sucked. Mr. Blair complained about people complaining about his class. I remember when we had the 1st quarter interview, he complained to me that our class was a "whiny class."

CBE was OK. We're reading Catcher in the Rye. Just kill me now.

At lunch, the wonder twins came to ask me for help with Calculus. What is wrong with the world?!?!?

Petey's sister made a reappearance in Calculus. More brownies to help us take our tests. Test was OK.

What can I say about programming? It's fun. Kinda. You know, fun as in "easier than Auto and I can do homework for other classes, plus I get to write programs."

Auto was fun. We'll be starting the tires lab soon.

Econ was standard Econ.

We lost to Downers North. No surprise, but we played pretty badly, too. Phil didn't get either Presidents question, and Kevin didn't do so well on math. At least Proviso West saved us the hassle of whooping their posterior by not showing up. Then on the bus Mr. Gerut suggested I make some kind of speech when Mrs. Joyce got on, but when she did I didn't have much opportunity. Then Kevin's like, "Great speech." Oh well, I don't care. We're having a practice on Monday (yay, post-season!) and I'll make it then, after I've had time to prepare and I'm not so tired. We had pizza as promised, and my tongue still hurts from the incredibly and deceptively hot cheese.

I have homework to do. Bye.