In Computer Graphics, my teacher was going to assign us this "SUPER DUPER AWESOME ASSIGNMENT", but she couldn't find the instructions, so we all just fucked around on the computers.

In Tech Ed, we watched Apollo 13. When it ended, I pretended to cry and started clapping and yelling "THAT WAS AMAZING"

In English, we did this vocab quiz about these 5th grade words from "A Christmas Carol", then we pinned up definitions to words. I was the only one who got one right. Somebody got 'Spirit' wrong. The teacher put the definition for it as 'Ghost'. I bitched to the student on how he didn't know it.

In Science, some kids were bothering these groups of girls who said they were all gonna fuck some singer named 'Justin Beiber'. I've heard girls blast his music in Computer Graphics. He's Terrible. I joined the kids. We were stealing their binders covered with pictures of that Justin guy, and writing on their homemade 'Justin Beiber Fan Club' shirts. I rubbed my balls on one of their binders. Other guys joked about how they were sure he enjoyed that. Her binder smelt like my unwashed scrotum. It was fun.

On the way to lunch, I saw one of the plates by the classroom doors. The teacher's name was 'Maisano'. I bursted into the classroom and yelled, "HEY, MAISANO, IT'S THE SUPER MARIO BROTHERS SUPER SHOW!", then ran.

In math, we were doing an equation scavenger hunt thing. I attempted to jump off a locker, then jump onto this wooden half-wall that separates the hallway from what we call; the 'Computer Quad', because there were computers there. I landed on the half-wall, but when I made it, I fell over, and landed in a chair upside down, and then it rolled and hit some football team guy. He chased me. I'm glad I was wearing running shoes.

In Social Studies, which is my last hour, when the bell rang, I yelled "FREEDOM!" Then charged towards the door and slammed into it, cartoon style. Then I slid down it, Then I got trampled.

I went to the gym with my bowling ball. Then the bowling teams got into the bus and went to the bowling alley. They finally started playing good music, like Queen, Pink Floyd, Etc. They also made us T-shirts. I put mine on and yelled "FUCK YEAH, BOWLING!" I then slammed my forehead into my bowling ball. I grabbed my forehead and shouted obscenities.

Also, throughout the whole day I hid notes with the url to Joe's NG page.

Shit was cash.