Ahh, grade eight day. I happen to love it. For some reason I take joyful pleasure in shepherding kids around our school, and watching them get lost in our 2 and 1/2 hallway school. I love telling them that our "swimming pool" had needed to be chlorinated so we would have to skip that part of the tour, and telling them all about the "arcade" and the "bowling alley" in the basement- off limits today, unfortunately. And watching their faces as they see how much grease is on the pizza is priceless.
So, why didn't I stay today after playing music for them? Probably because I thought I would end up doing homework all day... what a laugh! I sure need to kick my butt into gear or my math grade is going to drop right back down to the fifties. My problem is that I do not have the focus for it. It doesn't make sense to most people: here's a girl who can practice violin for an hour and a half every day of the week, but cannot stand to sit down and answer a few problems. I just don't like math, that's all.
At least I stayed at school for the doughnuts.
Tiffy the Pink Fluffy Yellow Llama came from a long and complicated joke made up way back in elementary school by my friend Richard. It had something to do with a strange writing assignment from our incredible english teacher. And yes, it is possible to be a pink llama and a yellow llama at the same time. Just don't ask me how.
