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OKAY! Today was really interesting...all sortsa things going on.
So I woke up this morning, all tired and krap, and went to Breakfast Club. Breakfast Club is something held at my school, in the sixth grade math teacher's(Mrs. Kirby's), room. I basically started it, and thats when we were doing a report on Black. I had written something really good, and shown it to my mom; she had been inspired by it. It had talked about how black girls and boys act different than white girls and boys, especially the girls. Just things I had noticed in the behaviors of my classmates.
So my mom started a club with just black boys that year. It was held in the morning, starting around seven fifteen. Just sixth and seventh graders that year, and the year after that. It ended around seven forty five-fifty five. Of course, I was allowed in, even though I was a girl and white, because my mom was kind of the person who ran it, you know? This year, she's letting in eighth graders, but only the original people,(I think). You always have to keep the original. I wonder if I'll still be going next year. Doubt it. But it's possible.
Okay, enough about Breakfast Club. So, today. I went to school. LAST DAY OF THE WEEK! YAY! Okay. Nothing exciting happened(>> wink in history. Not math either sad . Not in science. Agebra with assistance?( whee )Nope.
Nothing until lunch. Okay. Here's what happened.
I had forgotten to take my trumpet into school, so I had called my dad earlier that morning. I ate my lunch. Then when I went to throw away my trash, I got up just as Dan did, at the table behind me.
So I walked in another row from him, but a liitle behind. Basically, there was a table between us. But nonetheless, he could have been right next to me for all I cared. So I got to the trash can, and came out behind him. I walked behind him until I got to my table. My heart was all HFJMGJJKTDGYVFJHGBUKVFYCTVAST!!!!
Then when lunch was about seven minutes from ending, Mrs. Magness, our eighth grade principal,(vice principal for whole school), came in with my trumpet and told me, "Your dad just brought this in for you, sweetie," and walked away.
(my dad was just talking to me in real life. hehehe)
I was like redface because Dan was at the table behind me. I quickly stashed the case at my feet under the table. Then after a few more minutes, Lyra noticed my dad talking to Mrs. Felcher. I was like URRGH! and hid behind my lunch box, putting it on top of my head. Then mika suggested I put my head in the lunch box. She said, "We'll hide you. Here put your head in your lunchbox. I think it would fit( whee )."
Then Lyra told me he left after a bit. I was like, phew, then went back to being normal, even if I wasn't still whee about carrying my trumpet out of there. Then I hurried out, kind of hunched over. I'm not sure why, but I think I may have been trying to hide it. Hehe.
Nothing in band, except at the end. I walked out after going up the small set of steps, and was right behind Dan and some of his friends. The when I went to go past him, because I was walking faster, i stepped out in front of him, because that was the only space available. The rest was packed with people. Then when there were these black girls who stopped in the middle of the hall,(i still hadn't gotten out from in front of him), I felt him step on the very edge of the heel of my shoe. Just slightly. But my heart went overboard. I was like AHHHHHHH!!! in my head. He didn't stop talking, but I know his heart was probably beatin faster too. Like I said in my last entry, he probably doesn't want to show that he likes me. As fast as I could, I got out of there when an opening came in the sea of people because my heart was starting to beat so fast and hard that it really was a wonder that I heard nobody comment on "that strange thumping noise", wondering what it was.
That's really all that happened today.
So, now I'm gonna go to dancing class soon. Lyra goes there too. It's ballroom dancing, and very boring; all thats really good there is the food and drinks. Pizza bagels, dounut holes, and soda. Pretty good, actually.
So yeah, I'm going. I probably won't be back.