Febuary 9, 2011

Today I took my writing proficiency. And we couldn't walk to the bathroom without an escort and we couldn't rip anything from our scratch papers, so I feel like telling you the two prompts would get me thrown in jail or something.

I will tell you this, however, I wrote about how freakin' hilarious I was and how I didn't like group sports. You can do whatever you want with that.

It was like elementary, we had to stay in one classroom all day, sans 0 period which you have everyday. So I stayed in Ms.Blues class and read about half of my book, which keeps getting better (Paper Towns) and then eventually went to the bathroom with Ms.Blue.

I don't know if this is some kind of weird ironic, I don't even know what, but she had to escort me to the bathroom, which meant that the rest of the class room was alone. To cheat, and steal and do bad things.

She just told them to not read their books and stay quiet. Apparently I'm not to be trusted.

And then when we got in there we sat like 3 cubicles apart and it was almost like a contest on who would pee first. I lost, and you know how much trouble I have peeing when other people can hear. So right when I was almost done, she starts talking to me. Full on dinner conversation. She now knows I have a little sister who's 10, I want to be an author, I like the schools Stanford, Columbia and Berkeley, what high schools I applied too, and for what and I know she's pregnant and it takes her a long time to pee.

I feel mentally violated. Bathroom breaks are an escape from the rest of the classroom, from the teachers. Usually the only conversation going on is the one at the sinks where the girls pee on the paper towels and throw them up at the ceiling to see who's sticks. Like,'Girl, let me see if mine will stick. You see a place to put this? I do!'

Every once and a while you hear of it falling on someones lap mid break. The horrors of the public restroom.

My mom is getting me up tomorrow to ride the morning bus, and then I'm going to ride the late bus after I finally see Issy cheering at the home game after school. Should be a long day. Mighty good fun.

I also heard that because Ms.Heel's was a runner, do to her lack of desks in her classroom, she would stand in the girl's bathroom and whenever anyone would start a sentence she would say, Uh, no talking.' Just standing against the wall. Hearing you pee and yelling as you tell your friends about how your testing teacher bootlegged a version of Despicable Me with Vietnamese subtitles.

'And so were-'
No talking.
'Can you turn off the wa-'
No talking.
'Shut u-'
No talking.

Hilary Peco
If you think Ms. Deanna Hilton is pretty like this status. She needs to know how gorgeous she is!!!!!


Shoot me now. 

Because the thing is, only the popular, beautiful girls play this little game. You know who needs to be told she's beautiful? That shy girl with the mole on her cheek the size of Florida who only nods and has never once talked. She needs to know. The girl with the short orange hair that probably had cancer therapy to be like that needs to be told how amazing she is.


I don't need to be told because, Baby I know.
And Spec's doesn't need to know because she is told every single minute because were all afraid she's gonna accidentally stab herself 16 times.
And Ms.Deanna Hilton the dancer, cheerleader doesn't need to be told that she has pretty hair by 70 of her friends friends.


God, that was a bit of a rant. But I certainly deserved it. I have to ride the morning bus at 6:20. So get off my back man!
What? In his pants? Magnifico!


High on hair gel. What?


I need sleep. Not beauty sleep, don't want anyone to jealous, just sleep.


My mom wears, and yours does too........and..........zzz

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