| Desa...what? |
I walked into my school today for the last time being a junior. I guess it was a pretty okay feeling. I stayed there for less than 30 minutes. I simply handed in a book that I hadnt had the chance to do previously and print out 3 articles that I had written for the school paper, to turn into my teacher. The librarian asked me to stay and help reshelve books. I said that I would if I could, but I left without remembering to let him know that I couldnt. I feel slightly guilty. As I was turning in my articles, I was having a discussion with my teacher. I had to rip an article I had done on the West Nile Virus out of the latest edition of the paper. These words actually came out of my mouth... "Sorry, for this, but I have to defecate the paper." Eh. I went on ripping and looked up. Conroy was just staring at me. "What?" I asked innocently. "Maybe I should leave the room for that," he replied. I stared for a moment. And then realized the error of my ways. I laughed so loudly. "Desecrate, desecrate.." I keep trying to get out in between gasps of air. Nice way to end my junior year.
2003-06-05 - 10:49 a.m. |