The name of this post used to be "It has been quite a week." But then I thought to myself, is that really Not Stanny? So I changed it. So, yeah.
Anyways, regardless of whether it's Not Stanny or not, it really has been quite a week. I have been extremely busy. Actually, I take that back. I hate it when people say that. So, let's just settle with, it has been almost impossible to cram in a blog post in this activity-flurried 7 or so days. There, that's better.
I WAS going to write about each day and what happened..but my brain is so fried that I really can't remember anything except what happened today. So I guess I'll just blab about that instead.
It all started in 1st Hour.
We were just working away like busy little bees...but then Sharon had to go and be wierd. As always.
**note: Sharon is not a girl. Sharon is a boy. At least, that's our nickname for him, since his last name is Sharon**
He suddenly started to reach into his backpack and pull out his little stash of gum and candy, which he began to pile onto his desk. He must've had 15 or so Jolly Rancher chewies. I squinted at him and held out my hand, but he refused to deal out any of his precious little treats. That made me a liiiittle frustrated. Sharon then proceeded to stuff a huge wad of Bubbalicious gum into his mouth, and, jealous of Patty's bubble-blowing skillz, tried to blow an even bigger bubble.
**note: Patty is a girl. Obvvv, that's not her real name.**
He did blow a bubble, but it wasn't bigger than Patty's. What he did next was totally Sharon-like. He takes the bubble, and seals it shut, before taking it out of his mouth. But due to his clumsiness, he drops it on the floor. Then, he picks it back up and shows everybody in the proximity/vicinity (Which one do I use? Vicinity sounds more official...), including the teacher. Next, to the astonishment of me, Patty, and others...he pops the bubble back into his mouth and begins to chew. Disgusting much?!!
The craziness continued in 2nd hour. I drew the Dark Mark on my arm during that time.
**yet another note: I thoroughly expect you to be aware that Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows premiered at 12:01 this morning? If not...SHAME ON YOU!!!**
In 3rd hour, some wacko teacher playfully scolded my friend and lab partner for telling her sister that another teacher was better than him. The wacko teacher, who is not my science teacher but merely a random man with nothing better to do during 3rd hour, left the room, and we all relaxed and continued on with our labs.
We were stupid.
The minute we let our guard down, the teacher snuck in through the back door of the room, tiptoed to where my friend and I were sitting, and proceeded to grab my ol' pal by the shoulders and scream loudly in her ear. It was definitely something that doesn't happen every day.
4th hour, we had a puppet show. Just like little kids ;) We got extra credit if we brought in our own puppets, so I, being a sucker for extra credit, threw together a puppet. It was BOSS.
5th hour was Foods. Ah, Foods. Grand old Foods class. I shall have to write a whole new blog post on this hour some time. But for now, let's just say it was an eventful 55 minutes.
Finally, 6th hour. It was pretty dang boring. We had a nasty sub, but at least that's better than my perverted teacher. (No freakin' joke...he's a total perv. He tells girls' parents he likes to watch girls walk down the hallway, etc, etc).
The real action happened after school, which is the namesake of this blog post. I like to call the event...
THE BANANA AMBUSH.
Soo, totally, liiikee I'm leaningg upp against thhe counterr texttingng my besstiieess...
okay, I'll stop.
So I was leaning on the counter, texting my friends, and suddenly out of the corner of my eye I spied a certain yellow object. Out of the other corner of my other eye, I noticed my little brother was munching away on dinner, obvlivious to the apparent wheels and gears turning in my head. I devised a devious plan. Sneakily, I slid the yellow object into my hand, keeping up the facade of being thoroughly involved in my texting. Text, text, text. Text, text, text. Just when everybody was least suspecting it...
ON GUARD!!!!!!!!! (or whatever the bullfighters and such say)
I screamed this phrase as loudly as I could as I leapt across the counter, shoving the banana in my brother's face.
His reaction was priceless.
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