December 7, 2010

Stale cookies

Today I brought cookies to school because there were extra left over from this Christmas party I went to last night. I was really late but when I walked into sculpture nobody cared anymore because I had cookies and /they were good./ Except they weren't very good and not many people actually wanted any so I just put them under a table because I didn't want to cover them in plaster. Come to think of it, that would be a pretty cool sculpture but it would definently not taste very good.

My English teacher was definently excited about the cookies and she didn't care that they were stale. She's awesome and that made people aware of the fact that I brought cookies and help me get rid of more. Then in my third period the only person that would take any was some chick I don't know and then I dropped two on the floor so I only had two left and it is a bad idea to give sugar to freshman so I knew I had to get rid of them before my final period.

So I did my best to pawn the two off on my teachers, but the sub had left and only the woman who signs to the deaf kid i the class was left. I asked if she wanted one and she said no. But I knew she had another class so I said she could give them to students. She told me that two was not enough to give to her entire class so I told her she should make the kids fight to the death for the sweets.

And then she /took them./

She said it would be good entertainment and I think this lady deserves teacher of the fucking millenium or some shit. That's awesome.

Also, as a side note, I brought my octopus to school and NO ONE NOTICED. He's awesome and I think they should have at least had the courtesy to introduce themselves to him. I mean, he was on my head the whole time. It is one thing to not go out of your way to speak to someone, it is another to ignore them outright when they are stairing you in the face with their one, sewn-on eye.

Seriusly guys. Manners.

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