Friday, 12 June 2009
09:16:58 PM (GMT)
He actually cried.
I almost did,but I didn't because I was trying to be strong.
My English teacher confessed something to the class that made me want to jump up and
hug her to death.
She said that since she doesn't have any kids,she thinks of us as her kids,and
everytime we submit a really great journal or do really good in something,she
photocopies it and keeps it and shows her friends.And she yells at us because she
cares about us.
It was so depressing,because all of the girls were crying their eyes out,and I was
the only one not.
But I still felt really bummed.I don't want to go to highschool.
There was a good part about today,though.
We were bringing our desks to the gym,and the coolest guy I've ever met was there
(his name is Travis).
He was like "HEY,ELLIS!LOOK AT MY BOOKBAG." I looked at his bookbag,and it wouldn't
close because he had books like sticking out of it.
I was like "I can see something happening..." and I walked off.On my way back to the
gym,I noticed that he was sitting on the floor,gathering about 24450930834 books that
fell on the floor out of his bookbag. "Are you srs!I knew that was going to happen",I
"OMG DON'T SAY THAT YOU SOUND LIKE MY MOTHER.She's always like 'I told you so!'"
"Ellis,don't even start with me!"
"I will!I'm your mother!"
LOL.So I was acting like his mother the whole day,and it was funny.
Why is it a good thing?Because he's best friends with the guy I like. o.o