The Toaster: Finals. Day 2

Today I did everything in my power to not think. Even while taking the Algebra final, I did my very bestest not to put a coherent thought together.

And it worked in truth.

But on with the earlier day. It began with me asking D.J where our spanish final was, then asking Joey, then when both of them turned out ot be completly useless, I asked Jon.

Jon aslo was not worth asking.

HOWEVER! He asked McIver while I stood a safe distance away from the She Devil. *Its a good thing I don't resort to name calling*

Its a good thing he asked, because I would of waited in the cafiteria for a long while because the final is tomorrow. WHY DID NO ONE TELL ME!

So now I'm franticly studying for Algebra, running around filling out Science guids, and review the numbers in spanish. This lasted for a whoping 5mins until I took a "Lets make Kristi clean out my locker" brake.

Kristi didn't clean out my locker, but thats the way the cookie crumbles.

All in all the day was a good one. I manged to have one final prestentation bomb while in health. I think its a bad thing when your group members sit down in the middle of your talk about LSD.

Algebra would of been easy if I had studied like I planed to. Which I didn't, so it was less that satisfactory.

It's not quite sunk in that tomorrow is my last day in 8th grade, the last day I get to see my friends every day. I don't know how I will handle not seeing them all the time. It's been 5hrs sense I've talked to Jon and I am suffering withdrawel.

Luckly the parents have me on a 8 day bluegrass program known as Vacation. With a capitol V. Yep...

Only even though it hasn't quite sunken in, I think somehwere in my selfconsciouse it knows things are changing, because I've suddenly lost all drive to study for anything, which could prove disasterouse come tomorrow's finals.

I also wore the infamouse sandles with socks. 6 people acted as though I was creating a great moral injustice by this act of socks. Perhaps they expected better from I of great fashon sense. Or perhaps they are just nosy. Either way, it's my last few days of 8th grade and I'll freakin wear what I want.