while giving out hymn books in assembly today, i saved one for myself. people asked for it. so i said that its mine, waving it in the air like a crazy person. so my RS teacher (the one with the wierd sense od sarcasm) walks past and in her sing-song voice swiped the book out of my hands:

"that last one would be for me then?"

anyhoo, i'm not one for holding grudges, plus its really funny thinking bout it now.

the wierdest chain of events happened at lunch. ticca, babs, and i were walking out of the dining room when these lower school kiddies attacked us and openned babs' bag, spilling the contents. then they gave babs her stuff back innocently. an as we were trying to enter the hall, my sahoe came off at the door frame. inside the hall, babs went straight for the tired seating to ut the stuff back into her bag, except i had it. so i threw it to her and being the most malcoordinated person in the country, i made the bag slide under the tired seating. luckily, my long arm saved the day. did i mention the fact that i had a mouthful of school-hall floor.

then off to spanish where the teacher reminds me of dru. our hmwk was to "explica en tu diario intimo que has perdido a tu principe azul" which translates roughly as: "explain to ur intimate diary that you have lost ur knight in shining armour". now, "a" can be translated as "to", and "que can be "what". we had a nice conversation about flores.

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