The Bane Of My Existence (Part 2 of 6)

See, they always have to find a way to make this unit even more retarded. We had to postpone our twenty minute break to, you guessed it, go swimming. Granted, the changing was not quite as bad today. Last night I wrote out a plan. That’s right. And here it is:

1. Wear bathing suit under clothes, subtracting one tedious change from two.
2. Attend info pro and social. Proceed to locker and dump textbooks and binder, pick up towel.
3. Go swimming. Whee. Put clothes in backpack and deposit the latter beside Geoff’s.
4. Cram self into bathroom stall while changing.
5. Take break.
6. Go to locker, get Snoisia.
7. Eat lunch.
8. Go to science.

And voila! Worked like a freaking charm! I don’t mean to come off as a pessimist, but … ahh! Info pro… we… we (of all, all things) reviewed what we did yesterday. Please understand if I scream in agony if we review again on Monday.

Unrelated, social and science were funny as hell. And so was Crazy Dave. He’s such a great change from the moron who usually drives our bus, no offence.