16 December 2009

on the sixteenth day of christmas...

i can't put into words how glad i am to be done with this semester of grad school.

or how much i love my christmas tree.

i wish i could...

my status message: "now taking bets on how many times i hear, 'have you graded our tests yet?' today."

dave's response: "say, 'yes, and you failed. merry christmas!'"

04 December 2009

7th period study hall. friday. 3:05 pm.

matt launched a dry board eraser across the room with a rubber band and a yardstick which jake hit back baseball-style using a metal rod he took out of the filing cabinet, which then bounced off the overhead projector and hit ben (who was sleeping) in the head.

my life is turning into a sitcom.