I feel pretty, oh so pretty.

PART II OF MY WEEK.
Friday was a great day of school, especially compared to my other sad days of this week.
Let me just say, I actually fit in with this school, and I do have friends and love school so much, but yesterday it seemed like I belonged with them more!
My freshman friends are great, and I've known them for a long time, and I usually sit with them at lunch, instead of my sophomore group. Since it was Fast-Friday, we had a different lunch, and I have second, which none of my normal freshman friends have. So I sat with my sophomore friends yesterday and no offense to my freshman friends, but it was a blast.
I also wore something different than I usually would ever wear. I wore leggings with this little flowing dress. It was so different but I loved it. It was so light and pretty :)
Haha, I don't want to make it sound like I looked great in it, but I got so many compliments for it.
My first period, math, went pretty good, we took a quiz, and I felt pretty confident with my answers. Of course, usually when I think I'm getting math, it usually means I'm failing. So, I guess we'll see.
Then it was time for theatre class, and when I was waiting outside the door with the rest of my class, Josh poked me as he was going off to class.
Oh wait, Alyssa you don't know what happens when people poke me.
:O!
Whenever I get poked, whether I'm expecting it or not, I gasp really loud or scream. Scream as in a high pitched piercing squeal.
It's inevitable, and just a reflex. It gets to the point of just one person sticking out their finger and pointing to me and I'll just jump back and gasp.
The first time when someone found that out was in Art, when we were suppose to be observing *quietly* what the art teacher was showing us.
So much for that.
This guy poked me and I mean it was a murderous scream I let out. It was almost as bad when James poked me with his keys in Wal-Mart, where I had stopped the whole population in there for a split second, everyone looking at me.
It was horrible. And so someone in my art class was like 'Hmm... that's sounds fun" and so then in theatre class, same guy who said that, poked me, and so then a guy in theatre class found out, and he was in my next class, and he poked me. And so forth, and so forth. Etc. Whatever.
In History is where Josh and Billy found out. I'm not sure which one did it, but one of them did and they did not stop for the rest of class, which is 1 hour and 45 minutes.
AH!
So now I get poked on a regular basis. Every class theres at least one guy that can't go through it without hearing me gasp or scream. The teachers usually get annoyed, but at least they point there wrath on the poker, and not the pokee.
Yesterday was really bad.
In theatre class I got poked twice, one time it was like a double, so I started to gasp when I got poked again, causing me to choke on my own air intake.
Before I came to this school, I had a personal bubble that if anyone got too close I would freak out. Many of you have heard my story. But now, I've learned that no one knows the meaning of personal space. People will just come up right beside you, touching shoulder to shoulder and get in your face "HEY! HOW ARE YOU??" so at first I was a little freaked, but now I'm getting used to it.
Yesterday in theatre class Barret said hello and kinda shook my hair, he's six feet, I'm 5'3''. and it was kinda like 'whoa, why was he touching my hair', but I got over it. Then when he was passing by me in biology-we have assigned seating, and are at the same table-he flicked my pony tail a couple times. He did that every time he would pass me. I think it's better than poking. SO I was okay with that.
OH MY GOODNESS. Lunch, like I said I was sitting with my sophomore group, and I have these little microwave dinners, but I was feeling really lazy, and the microwave was a WHOLE TABLE OVER. (I know, right?) So I turned to Barret and I'm like "Will you please go put my dinner in the microwave?" At first he was like "Well, I don't know.." But then I was like "Please? Be a man.." so then he replied "What, don't put my manhood at stake!" But he got up and went over there with t, but someone else had already put their lunch in there, so he just slapped my lunch on top and walked back over. The table was all laughing, and then he looked at me and was like "That's all I'm doing for you." So I was like "Alright.." Then I heard the microwave ding and the person had taken out there lunch, but I was still feeling lazy.
"Barret...?" I smile
He glared and was like "Ugh. Fine. But you'll have to get it!"
So I was like "Alright."
So he walks over there and as he's pushing the 3:00 and start button he's glaring at me, and I'm just trying not to laugh. Then a girl at our table is like "Wow, you actually got him to do something! He never does things for me." And then another girl says the same before Barret walks back.
So three minutes later I hear the microwave ding and i just look over there, seeing how far away it was...
"Barret..." He glares at me "the microwave dinged"
He stands up "I'm going to have to start charging!" But he brings it back and I promise to bring him a treat on Monday. I learned he likes muffins.
So we have English during lunch on Fridays, and we're reading Huck Finn. Funny story about that, a couple weeks ago when I heard him say something about "Huck Finn" and "Next Tuesday" I thought he had meant we had to have read it by then. So I don't actually get the book until that Monday, which is Labor Day. So I read ALL day and through the night until around 1:45 am, then before seminary and afterwards, only having 11 pages Left get to school and see Mr. Stewart. So I go up to him and ask;
"Was I suppose to have this read by today?" (we have English first period.)
"No, you just have to had the book by today."
And I was just like :O-WHAT?
But he said I got extra extra points now. You see, only so few kids in our class even had the book by that day, so we got extra credit for those who did have it with them.
Mr. Stewart I have to say is my favorite teacher. Every class with him is just mind-blowing and so amazing. I LOVE IT.
Of course, last Thursday, when I was still in my little rut, nothing he was saying would get through to me, it was just flying right through one ear and out the other. It was excruciating.
We have to keep reading logs on each chapter of Huck Finn, and by last Tuesday we should have had 14 logs altogether. Only me and two other people had them.
And so then Mr. Stewart was just like "Well, everyone just have them on Friday."
That was the only thing that kind of upset me. I had stayed up late hurrying to finish them.
Mr. Stewart wasn't the only one not getting upset about other kids not having their homework.
So I was getting upset, since I had my homework and not a whole lot of people did, and then our teachers just saying "Oh, well just have it by Friday"
Anyways, back to biology, third period.
We did a couple experiments with the "Rates of Diffusion".
We went into the hallway, and Ms. Kildow said we would need to get on the blue tape she'd marked 5 ft, 10 ft, and so forth, by height. SO she was looking around and her eyes stopped on me
"Delaynie" she put me on the first one. So I learned I was the shortest.
Lucky me.
So when everyone was lined up it was time for Sam and Sarah, the volunteers, to spray vinegar on this little light jacket and wave it in front of us, seeing how long it would take for us to smell it. So Sarah waves it and it's like, right in front of my face. The smell hits me like a wrecking ball. I gasp and kinda jump back, saying "Yeah, I smell it"
It took like two seconds. Plus, the vinegar that was sprayed kinda fell on my arms.
EW.
Then it was time for the Clorox spray. Sam, who's pretty tall, sprays it up high and pretty much right over me. It was like I was getting showered with hairspray.
It was disgusting.
So we go back in the classroom and do our other experiments and whatnot and then go off to English.
By the way, I have second, third, and fourth periods with Barret. And so we get to English and I smell my arm, and it smells like vinegar and Clorox!
So I told Barret I smelled like that, so he smelled my arm and was like "whoa! Clinegar"
So yeah, I smelled like Clinegar all day.
The last two and 1/2 periods were spent in the PAC for assembly, where we watched the movie "Pay it Forward"
It was a really good movie, but we didn't get to watch all of it. So then after we were aloud to leave I was standing with Kaytlin and Sarah when Zach comes over and is about to poke me when I notice and scream before he even touches me. Which unfortunately happens a lot. So then they all fake poke me a couple times. SO then I'm like 'Alright, I WILL NOT react." So I just stand still and Zach slowly starts extending his index finger and is slowly moving it towards me, and I'm just straining, it's taking all I have not to react, but I do. I didn't make it. I gasped.
Then a couple seconds later I feel someone flick my pony tail a couple times, which makes me gasp and jump back, than seeing Barret I start to catch my breath, but then I get poked from the other direction by Josh. So then I scream.
UGH.
I'll tell you one more poking story, because it might actually be the funniest.
It happened yesterday in the hallway, when I was on my way to Art. I was just walking along, la-di-dah-dah, when out of no where someone pokes me! I scream and jump away, and when I see who it was I was confused, it was someone i didn't even know, and they were like
"IT'S TRUE!" And then he goes away, laughing.
:O.
I have so many stories to tell, but for now I'll stop, since I've already written so much about yesterday. This is like the longest post I've ever written.
So love you all!
dela

SUPER SEMINARY

Hey!
Well my week has been uber strange, mostly sad and depressing without my wake-up alcoholic drink, daiquiri.
First, let's talk about seminary. Seminary is actually going really great this year. Our class is so fun and exciting. Most importantly though, awake. Last year we had a lot of seniors and a couple unenthusiastic juniors, so that class was pretty dull and sleepy.
Not this year, though!
It's a pretty good-sized class, with mostly freshman. Our oldest is Jeremy, who is a senior and doesn't really show up and when he does, he sleeps. That's pretty sad and I wish he liked it more, but it's probably too happy for him. Then we have Ben, who's just weird and 'happy' that way, I guess. He's like a freshman.
Then we have Zach, who is always the chorister by choice, not force, and he always makes me laugh! He's so fun and last week we sang primary songs for seminary, and it was amazing! We sang Once there was a Snowman, and it's hard to explain and I wish I could describe to you how funny it all was, but I can't. Sorry :(
The reason we sang primary songs was because the day before on Sunday, all the youth were in charge of primary, since all the adults had a meeting for the last hour.
I was the pianist, and Zach was the chorister. We were told we would only need to sing for the last twenty minutes, but Bro Bowie's sharing time included singing song after song!
One game was the Hide and Seeker, where one kid would go out of the room while another kid hid the secret object, in this case, a magnet.
So we decided to sing Once there was a Snowman for our second time around, and the little kid could not find the magnet! It was RIGHT THERE IN FRONT OF HIM. Whenever the kid got close, we would sing louder and louder, and when he was getting farther away, we would sing softer. We sang Once there was a Snowman 5 times! The kid still couldn't find it!
It was so freakin obvious!!
Anyway... we played that game a lot by the time we got to singing time we had already sang all the songs I knew.
But the point is Zach and I had a blast, despite the demon children.
I was just glad I had something to hide behind, poor Zach on the other hand had nothing, while the kids stared at him and barely sang.
It was hilarious.
Whenever we would get done singing, he would come and sit down on the piano bench next to me, and so when we would have to start singing again, after the kid hid the magnet, I would need to scoot back to the middle, to get ready. So Zach always took forever getting up there--who wouldn't, with the little kids staring at him--and so one time I was just like
"Move your FAT BODY!"
OH just so you know, Zach is skinny as a stick.
When he sat back down after singing time and before the closing prayer was said, he wrote on the piano bench "DELAYNIE WAS HERE" and before I could say anything the kid started saying the prayer, but once he said amen I punched Zach hard on the shoulder, well ,I didn't think I hit that hard.. but he was like
"OUCH!" It was funny. Then when we were all leaving I punched him again and I didn't know his dad was behind me, but I heard him say "Alright Delaynie! want me to hold him down?!"
AMAZING day.
So then in seminary he always makes me laugh, but this week he had pink eye! he was out for three days, and my whole three days had been so messed up. I'm not sure if it was him that made it ultra crappy, but the day he came back I had a great day, which is what I will talk about in my next post. Or you've already read it, so in which case the post you just read.
So in all, without my wake-up call Zachary-daiquiri, (see how well that works? I'll have to start calling him that) my day just doesn't start out right, it goes all funky and out of order.
:D
Now I'm going to write about Friday.