Excuse me.

Okay, so yesterday, we had a pep rally. Yay. I hate pep rallies, they are so annoying, although I have to admit, the noise was much more bearable than last year. Last year, every was cramped against each other, so movement was impossible. This must have been quite a painful experience to some, because they would lean down, and scream in your ear, as loud as possible. Seriously, it would be so loud, that you would just hear one high-pitched whine throughout the entire gym, and yet someone next to you could still screech loud enough so that you could distinctly hear them. Well, the day was pretty messed up as far as the schedule went, we pretty much had 30 minutes classes in which we did nothing. Plus, yesterday was the last day of the grading quarter for report cards. This may seem to make no sense, but I got a 93 'A' in the hardest class ever, AP World History (interesting, though) while my lowest grade was an 88 'B', my only 'B', in Psychology, the easiest class... That is a real dissapointment. GAAHAHHAH HEJO#WM!!@!11!!1!.

Anyway, the reason I posted this is because of something that made me laugh uncontrollably at lunch, yesterday. My friend Anthony, as we were standing behind this massive crowd going into the gym (when it ended, we were in the bleachers farthest from the door, yet managed to be some of the first ones out) said that he had always wanted to just go through a line and nudge people out of the way, saying "Excuse me." Well, at lunch, he did just that. When we got into line he was like "See ya later" and then just walked by the side of the line (it was blocked in by a wall and a metal rail thing) and saying "Excuse me" to everyone. He even tapped on kid on the shoulder, who turned around and then moved whenever Anthony said "Excuse me." For some reason, this reminds me of this kid that we had to sit with at the end of the school year for lunch (we had eaten in the library since around the start of 2nd semester, and when they closed for the year, we had to go back to the cafeteria and find a seat). No one was sitting near him, so we sat down. He started talking about Wolfenstein, and when someone was leaving, he came over and put his tray (covered with trash) next to this kid. I said how that was rude, and asked him if they always did that: "Yeah. I usually just put it under the table." <- Which he did. Anthony and I laughed. After lunch, Anthony said to me that he didn't like that kid, that he looked like someone who played alot of First-Person Shooters, got picked on alot, and would come to school with a gun and kill everyone someday.

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But seriously, Pac-man is better than Call of Duty.