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Wednesday, February 8, 2012

Birthday alpacas.

Today was my birthday. I am now 17, a very unexciting age to be. The awkward place between 16 and 18. It was a good day. Moriah gave me a fantastic card, made of fabric stapled to a shreddie box, and pictures of all the things that remind her of me in it.

In English class, for part of Theory of Knowledge (essentially Philosophy) we did that trust game where you lead someone in a blindfold around. Maddy and I were leading Amy into the girls washroom and the class beside us experienced something like:
Seeing three girls arm in arm, one blindfolded, walk into the bathroom.
The bang of Amy walking into the paper towel dispenser.
Hysterical laughter.
Their teacher, poking the head out the door and yelling,"Do I want to know?"
My response of "Theory of Knowledge."
Three girls walking away in embarrassment. 

I hope that fiasco entertained that Chem class.

 Today was also the open house for my school, where we attempt to overwhelm eighth graders with our awesomeness and brainwash them into going to our school. The hallways were littered with paper mache alpacas (actually, there was only one, see above) and the science labs were filled with fun things that don't need lab reports. I spent a good portion of time in the history department, but nobody actually cares about the grade 10 and 11 history curriculum. I headed over to Physics, where I got to play with a bunch of experiments and be genuinely excited about motion and static electricity. I might have scared a few kids with my enthusiasm over tuning forks. Goodness, I'm a dork.
Love,
-J-
This song is stuck in my head. Boy band are so 90's. BUT IT'S SO CATCHY. You've been warned:

5 comments:

  1. happy day after your birthday!! :D

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  2. oh. annnd i really like that song! lol it's a secret though. shhh.

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  3. I think everybody likes that song, but some are ashamed. I sat in English class yesterday and the teacher was playing it (for educational purposes) on her laptop. The half of us that weren't rocking out to it were slamming our heads on the desks like,"DARN! It's going to be stuck in my head all day and I'll hate myself."

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