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bitchy_merlin A BOMB THREAT? IN MY SCHOOL? IT'S MORE LIKELY THAN YOU THINK! *points to icon* This exemplifies my feelings perfectly.
...Seriously, guys, I don't know what's up with this. First the stabbing, now this alleged bomb threat... in the words of a classmate, we're becoming "more ghetto by the hour".
So basically what happened was this:
Morning classes went as normal. Then, 10 minutes or so before the end of lunch, the principal comes on over the PA and tells us to "please evacuate the school during the lunch hour" because there's "a situation" they need to investigate. So, like the dutiful lambs we are, we all leave (me shoving my stuff in my locker, cause like the smart one I am, I figure I'll just get it when we go back to class in the afternoon). We have lunch and come back only to find that all the doors are locked and there are notices taped up telling us to go to the neighboring school for attendance.
All the people with any common sense skip.
Of course, I go, because all my stuff is in my locker and I need it back.
So we get to said school and are herded into the auditorium, where the principal (of the other school) announces that we are absolutely under no circumstances to leave the hall, and will be kept there for however long it takes to sort the shit out. Cue groans of deep and abiding loss/grief/teenage pique here. So the league of students prepares to settle in for a looooooooong wait, when suddenly --
--the fire alarm goes off.
Everyone stampedes towards the exits, with whoops of joy bursting from their lips. Someone pulled the fire alarm and allowed us to escape. Whoever did it is kind of my hero.
So we're standing around talking about what to do/where to go, and Mr. S comes up to us. And says, in tones of undisputed wisdom, (verbatim) "Get the fuck out of here before they lock you up again!"
... it was an interesting day. On the downside, I now have about three projects due on the same day in January, and my accordion folder is still at school. As are my textbooks, notebooks, backpack and pencil case. Tomorrow won't be fun. (Assuming there's school tomorrow. The threat apparently stated that the "bomb" would go off "sometime this week".) I need my accordion folder. It has the notes for my Writer's Craft sotry, my agenda, and countless other important bits and bats. This is deeply inconvenient.
...In other news, my dad's gay friends came over for dinner tonight. We'll call them Scott and Jack, and they are kind of the personification of cool. Here, have an example:
Sarah: "Yeah, well all my friends want to see the movie Australia because Hugh Jackman is hot. I dunno, is it worth spending 12 dollars for a ticket, just because he looks good?"
Scott: (who makes it his business to be very up-to-date in the movie industry) " DEFINITELY."
And this:
Jack: "So, I was watching So You Think You Can Dance--"
Scott: "Oh, god, not this again." *facepalms*
Jack: "-- and they're really very talented."
Sarah+family (who haven't had cable or anything resembling TV channels for 17 years and counting): *listen politely*
Jack: "Yeah, they can do all kinds of amazing dance moves--"
Scott: "Also, they're really fit. Damn, their abs. Amazing." *trails off, gesticulating vaguely, a look of rapture on his face*
Sarah: *tries really, really hard not to die of laughter*
FURTHERMORE, Scott is a huge fan of Eddy Izzard, so there was mutual flailing about his awesomeness there. It was epic and fun.
Also, completely random, but anyway, I think that I only get really cold when I'm unhappy about stuff. Case in point, yesterday I felt miserable, and I was wearing my fluffiest pj's, and I was still freezing my ass off. Today, I felt human for the first time in a while, and it was nice and warm.
...Seriously, guys, I don't know what's up with this. First the stabbing, now this alleged bomb threat... in the words of a classmate, we're becoming "more ghetto by the hour".
So basically what happened was this:
Morning classes went as normal. Then, 10 minutes or so before the end of lunch, the principal comes on over the PA and tells us to "please evacuate the school during the lunch hour" because there's "a situation" they need to investigate. So, like the dutiful lambs we are, we all leave (me shoving my stuff in my locker, cause like the smart one I am, I figure I'll just get it when we go back to class in the afternoon). We have lunch and come back only to find that all the doors are locked and there are notices taped up telling us to go to the neighboring school for attendance.
All the people with any common sense skip.
Of course, I go, because all my stuff is in my locker and I need it back.
So we get to said school and are herded into the auditorium, where the principal (of the other school) announces that we are absolutely under no circumstances to leave the hall, and will be kept there for however long it takes to sort the shit out. Cue groans of deep and abiding loss/grief/teenage pique here. So the league of students prepares to settle in for a looooooooong wait, when suddenly --
--the fire alarm goes off.
Everyone stampedes towards the exits, with whoops of joy bursting from their lips. Someone pulled the fire alarm and allowed us to escape. Whoever did it is kind of my hero.
So we're standing around talking about what to do/where to go, and Mr. S comes up to us. And says, in tones of undisputed wisdom, (verbatim) "Get the fuck out of here before they lock you up again!"
... it was an interesting day. On the downside, I now have about three projects due on the same day in January, and my accordion folder is still at school. As are my textbooks, notebooks, backpack and pencil case. Tomorrow won't be fun. (Assuming there's school tomorrow. The threat apparently stated that the "bomb" would go off "sometime this week".) I need my accordion folder. It has the notes for my Writer's Craft sotry, my agenda, and countless other important bits and bats. This is deeply inconvenient.
...In other news, my dad's gay friends came over for dinner tonight. We'll call them Scott and Jack, and they are kind of the personification of cool. Here, have an example:
Sarah: "Yeah, well all my friends want to see the movie Australia because Hugh Jackman is hot. I dunno, is it worth spending 12 dollars for a ticket, just because he looks good?"
Scott: (who makes it his business to be very up-to-date in the movie industry) " DEFINITELY."
And this:
Jack: "So, I was watching So You Think You Can Dance--"
Scott: "Oh, god, not this again." *facepalms*
Jack: "-- and they're really very talented."
Sarah+family (who haven't had cable or anything resembling TV channels for 17 years and counting): *listen politely*
Jack: "Yeah, they can do all kinds of amazing dance moves--"
Scott: "Also, they're really fit. Damn, their abs. Amazing." *trails off, gesticulating vaguely, a look of rapture on his face*
Sarah: *tries really, really hard not to die of laughter*
FURTHERMORE, Scott is a huge fan of Eddy Izzard, so there was mutual flailing about his awesomeness there. It was epic and fun.
Also, completely random, but anyway, I think that I only get really cold when I'm unhappy about stuff. Case in point, yesterday I felt miserable, and I was wearing my fluffiest pj's, and I was still freezing my ass off. Today, I felt human for the first time in a while, and it was nice and warm.
