Today was a very good day.  In sociology, I got a 100 on my test on religion and yeah.  There was a fire drill and then the five-minute test so we did basically nothing.  Then in precalc, Jillian told me about the other people in the Environment Gov. School, and how ALL of their emails are like "ilovenature" and "treehugger" or something to that effect, haha.  Later she asked, randomly and in all seriousness, "Does anyone have food?  Like real food.  Not lunch food.  Like a baked potato."  I exploded into laughter and covered my face with my hands.  Jillian said with a straight face, "It's not that funny."

Then in physics, we did turning point.  I got the highest score in the class, tied with Adam, who is lazy and doesn't read the chapter.  I chose Team Newton but the leaderboard never showed up when it was supposed to.  And I handed in my lab notebook early so I got extra credit, wee!  Martha and I are now 3 - 1 in our horseshoe tournament.  We beat Boody and Bell, who were previously undefeated, and then we had a major comeback againts Mark and Jorge.  They were leading 11 - 1 and then we came back and beat them 17 - 14.  Booyah.  Chew made us "give him some," as in a high five.  Only it wasn't high.  It was... medium altitude.

English was Mary's presentation which was good and she has to finish up tomorrow.  We had fun.  One of the words in the poem was "undulate" and I told her to think Cushane.  In Spanish we had a sub so no quiz, and in my journal, I wrote that my childhood fantasy was to be able to speak Spanish so I could communicate with Mexicans, who all wore sombreros, in my imagination.

Afterwards I slipped into the Holm-Man’s room and said Hey after he did a sideways glance to see who was the person entering his classroom unannounced.  We were both very, uh, enthusiastic today.  I told him that I was in a very good mood today.  He informed me that he just gave a test on thermodynamics, and he sounded pretty darn proud.  I said, “You’re cool now!”  Then he mentioned stress or busy-ness, or something, and pointed out my calendar, and then I started to talk about it.  Only he zipped over in his chair to do something behind the table and to ask a student if he “had enough time,” which he did.  Then he slowly rolled on back and remained behind his desk and said, “I’m sorry.”  I told him that it was all right.  I mean... I was the one interrupting to start.  Anyway, I was like, I don’t remember what I was talking about.  And he reminded me, your calendar!  I told him that I had actually made it because for my physics project, it’s a group project, and we needed to figure out when we’re getting together to do it.  Holmes was like, “The Rube Goldberg!” and I said yeah.  He said that he wished he had a Rube Goldberg that would grade tests for him.  He didn’t care what it involved - and suggested that perhaps there may even be exploding chickens - as long as he didn’t have to grade tests.  I said, “That would be complicated.”  And we talked about AP tests.  He asked me which one I had first.  I said, “Art history,” and he asked when, and I told him, “May 16th.”  He was like, “Get the easiest one out of the way, huh?” and I just stared.  And he continued, “Well, I guess none of them are easy.”  He talked about how the AP Chem kids are stressing about their other AP exams now and leaving AP Chem for later, since it is one of the last ones, even though Chem is definitely what they need to study.  I said, “I feel like the entire junior class is stressed out.”  He said some of them are really stressing out, while some of them -- well, they haven’t really given up -- but they just don’t have much confidence.  I said that we try to have confidence, we try.  And I guess then I left and he told me he was happy that I was feeling good and yeah.

Then in Art History we started Chapter 33 and it was kind of fun.  I mean, we didn't have to know anything yet.  But some of the stuff we could figure out so it was cool.  And in U.S. History Britt asked Callaway, "What's on your shirt?"  And he was all, "Where?"  And he was like, all depressed, "Aw, it's a stain!"  I told him he'd better move his tie.  And Klavens said, all creepily, "I guess you'll just have to take it off."  And I buried my face since I'm sure Jill and Mary might have been waiting for that.