Young and sweet, only seventeen...
OMFG! I hate my gym teacher!
Ok, so last Wed he tells us we're not doing basketball; we're DANCING. Yeah. Fucking dancing. So we proceed (with the Dean of students, vice principal, and several random seniors skipping class watchign us) to do the Hustle, Electric Slide, Cha Cha Slide, and a stupid, craptastic version of the Cotton Eyed Joe. I'M A FUCKING FRESHMAN IN FUCKING HIGH SCHOOL! Anyway, he then tells us next week (meaning today) we're going to do Soulja Boy (sp?).
So today. Absolute. Hell. I mean, it was pure torture. First he taught us Soulja Boy (Oh, BTW, my gym teacher is about 60 years old. Imagine it if you can; a sixty year old man doing Soulja Boy when half the kids can't keep up. Yeah, that was my gym class today), then he made us to the Macarena (sp?).
THEN, he noticed that the boys were avoiding us all and hiding in the corner. So he tells them to get in a circle with spaces between them. He then tells them they're not allowed to move, and tells the girls to go stand by any guy they like. So, naturally, I get the hottest guy there standing next to me. John. Yeah, same John that Steph knows. Anyway, he makes us do the Chicken Dance. (Know where this is going yet?)
Then he makes us grab hands with the people on either side of us and skip in circle. Then the other way. So I had to fucking hold John's hand as he's looking at me and Paige like, "seriously? I have to hold girl's hands?" Damn asshole's probably gay anyway, Steph. You should've seen him and Kyle grabbing each other's asses after we were done dancing. Yeah, it was a sight to see.
Hey, Squint, what are you doing on Feb 7? It's a Saturday...if you aren't doing anything, and you want to come, I want to see if I can take you to WVU with me and my parents, just for the day...or maybe overnight, since it's, like, a 7 hour drive. Interested?
Ooh, and Aldrin didn't talk to me, Squint! It was soo depressing. Hey, that reminds me, is T still mad at you?