Social Dance

Social dance… social dance… when will I ever need to do these? Although, granted, you finally get a guy who can dance and it is rather fun. Mr. Miller said, “Alright, gentlemen, please escort your ladies to her backpack,” I had to consciously stifle a shriek of laughter. Escorted to my backpack. I thought he was kidding at first, honestly.

My science class is so funny. Got 100% on a popquiz. I hate my glasses. Grrr. I don’t like taking out my concacts at school. But who cares, ’cause it’s Friday!!

“See you later, baked potato!” —Crazy Dave