The 'Imagine' Chronicles

Friday, March 13, 2009

Today was a day like every other. I don't really want to write in this diary, I mean, diaries are not even my style. I'm just writing this to fill some space... I wonder how in the world Mrs. Katherine got that idea, it's not like we're in kindergarden anymore. In case I ever read this in the future, let me remind myself that Mrs. Katherine is the absolutely WORST english teacher I've ever had.

The first day it was really exciting, getting a teacher that hot, she's more of a model than a teacher. She's just a bit smaller than me, with an absolutely fabulous blonde hair, it reaches around half her back. It seems that she just left the university, since she's also quite young. If I had to guess her age, I'd say it would probably be around 24-26 years old. I'd even take a picture and put it in here, but then it'd be discovered that I'm just slacking off. She'll probably just flip through this diary and say "good job" and put a small yellow star on my forehead, that's the kind of teacher she is.

She'd be absolutely excellent for a kindergarden or 1st grade teacher... Definitely not the best choice for 4th grade... In high school...

Well, guess I'll start writing todays events, not much happened though. I went to school like normal, chatted with Mike and Simon in the first period (math). Then it was HER turn, I'm really tired of her class right now, seriously, who gives a diary as a homework assignment to a high schooler? With this, I almost believe in the friday 13 stuff thing. Where you supposedly have bad luck on this day. Last month was my 18th birthday though, and it was also a friday 13th, nothing particularly bad happened though.

At recess I flirted with a few girls and stuff, you know how I am, after all, you're me. After recess it was time for chemistry, one of the most boring things at school. Well, I decided to play with a few of the chemicals there, it's not like anything will happen, I'm not the worst kid around, it's not like I'll produce a harmful substance or something and kill myself. If Mike hasn't died yet, then I won't either. This way I can amuse myself a bit, and after Andy (the teacher) gets to see that I'm actually doing something. I stop doing any weird experiments, write everything in here, this way I get rid of two birds with one stone. I finish this entry for the day, and I don't get flunked at chemistry.

The vials had some weird names, who actually names things with the last letters of the alphabet? Is it like an attempt to be a spy or something. "Yellow X" and "Red Z". Oh well, they're probably just tomato pulp and some lemon juice. What a way to cut some of the budget for chemistry lab.