Ah, so I decided I’d write another journal because I hadn’t finished my story time in the last.

So….

It all started in class one, and my friend Matt wanted to make a picture of our teacher sleeping because he was doing a self portrait (our teacher had a dream that Matt got set on fire, and he wanted to draw that for his self portrait). So he made a thought bubble and put him in it on fire, underneath he drew our teacher sleeping. He colored the walls of her house pink.

Well, he finished coloring it and turned to Michelle and I and asked, “What if she comes in tomorrow and asked us, “How did you know what the color of my walls were?”” Well, seeing as Michelle and I have both seen lemons we realized this sounded really, really dirty. And if you don’t think it is you should go find a lemon and read it.

Anyways, that’s the end of that story….but this seems a bit short so I’ll write another about my friend Matt.

In our AP Language & Composition class we got a student teacher name Stevie. Well, Matt made it his top priority to make Stevie believe he was a stalker/creeper. He asked her many, many questions about her over a span of about two weeks. Well at the end he came in with a list, and just began naming off things about her he knew. It was hilarious.

Because of this, she seemed to be a bit uncomfortable. At the end of her time with us, Matt gave her a packet about “how to avoid a stalker”.

Yeah…


Y’all suck! [well, not really, because it would mean you read this, and I don’t think the people who read this suck]