It is official. My American History class is full of crazies. Obviously the teacher is a nut job, as I have previously mentioned, who backs into the wall and talks about the vortex in brooksville. But Lately he has made several references to people being beheaded. There is also a girl in the class who I am pretty sure is a cannibal. There is a guy who talks to himself on a daily basis. And of course there is a humorous gay guy who asks awkward questions. He isn't so crazy except that he talks on a nonstop basis. I suppose I am crazy as well. I'm probably that kid who drums to himself...
I'm playing drums tonight so I was trying to go through the songs in my head during class-- beats listening to the ramblings of putsis.
So I sit at the church preparing for tonight's service, eating twizzlers and listening to the musings of Jon Foreman, whom I love rather he is singing with switchfoot, fiction family, or his solo stuff. My sister is doing math on the computer.
Now we are discussing literature. Child by Tiger.
The End.
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