jr.high: ups & downs

- Hi, I guess I'm back in business with my bumbling, meandering, and somewhat twisted musings. I guess you're wondering what the picture at the right is already, so I'll tell you that it's from the 'Google Play' thing they have under the Blogger settings. I'm sure you've all seen this before. It looked pretty interesting, and so I decided to check it out. I came across many funny pictures, but this was among the funniest. It is now my display picture, as it symbolizes... well I guess it doesn't really symbolize anything. Anyway, that 'play' thing is sorta cool. Check it out sometime.

- I am glad to say that I have finally decided which soccer team to devote my life to- thanks to Uncle Nigel. I've decided that, due to the long history, the fact that it is (arguably, as mentioned by Uncle Nigel) the most storied team in history, and the good fans, the new, impressionable fan-in-the-making goes to Liverpool. Thanks Uncle Nigel- that was great. I hope to have an addiction by the end of the next game I watch!

- Now for the title story("Oooh, Ahhh. Thank goodness he's gotten on track, or we'd be here through the second coming with our dry eyeballs still pointing at the computer monitor." Well, thank you for your love and support. I hope you're happy![here I go again.]). I now have toiled up the icy slopes of sixth grade, only to reach the top and find Mr. Kleinart(principal, in charge of "making everyone feel safe") & Mr. Hill(vice principal, in charge of school security, and in charge of making everybody feel as though they should be put in a barrel with their stuff and rolled from class to class instead of being literally rolled into a ball with their papers and binder and tossed into a freight elevator with all their fellow student-binder balls to get from class to class) standing there with cattle prods, ready to zap you until you fall off of the cliff of seventh grade. At least they've cracked down on Swirlies. You probably forgot whatever the heck I was saying during that uber-long pair of parentheses(and whatever the heck was between them), so why don't you check and see so that you can say "That was one dumb joke!" and get it over with. Was I right? I am so goood! Anyway, here are all my teachers & staff in order from best to worst(I seem to have developed a way of saying things about people or stuff that I have an opinion on that only insults people. I hope It wears off soon!). You can draw your own conclusions.

Sister Golightly: My favorite teacher; is LDS and is very funny. Likes whatever you do(or maybe that's an act-? Oh, well, she's my favorite teacher anyhow.) is the GT(Gifted & Talented- otherwise dubbed 'geeks in training' by other jealous, misinformed ignorant laymen) teacher at MJHS(the jr. high). Loves teaching.


Mr.Quesnell(pronounced 'kuhnell'): Is my English teacher; loves reading and writing- In fact, they are second only to being a fishing guide. You can't get much better than that- especially with fishing guides.

Mr. Lawton- Is my science teacher; likes law & order and the metric system equally well; also likes to kid around- but only on his spare time! When the bell rings, you'd better stop that horsing around-!

Mrs. Quesenbury: Is my Geography teacher; lenient about poster deadlines, but the friendliness ends there. She's one of those teachers that will personally roll you up in your student-binder ball and shove you down the laundry chute marked 'naughty'(yes, as your naughtiness increases, you get referred from the class of the freight-elevetor to the lower class.).

Mr. Jackson: loves to make little kid's skin turn red from woodworking tool-burns(occur when you get wood shavings all over your hands, then rub them all up and down a metal or plastic handle)-actually, any handle will work.

Mr. what's-his-name: I can never remember his name for fear of retaliation, but he teaches health. Is the 7th grade football coach- that may be where he got his hard-as-a-rock characteristics(either there or from the 'big house')- makes you do 20 pushups at the slightest hint that you are 'naughty'.


I'm not even going to mention the P.E. teacher.

That finishes it up! If you liked my blog, give me a happy review- if not, read it over and over again until you do-! Thanks again, Uncle Nigel, for that e-mail!