It's All About the Benjamins

Jump to Comments Crezzy day, yes. Stuco in the morning– got our shirts, which are like soccer jerseys, which is intelesting. Some of us agreed that having “stuco” instead of the printed “stu~co” on the shirt would have been much better, or you know, even “student council”, but whatever. You know the type that’ll holla’ first atcha, thirstmasta.

Didn’t really do anything of merit during school. My Chem teacher [aka Seamus’ “MOM”] is out on surgery leave, so I hope she gets well quickly as she’s my neighbor and all. Lunch table was pretty stupid, although the lunch ladies prepared what was quite possibly the best schoollunch since the Reubens: Chicken Parmesean. Good mogs that was well put togtherther. Yeah, but, anyway, after school in the evening was the Feria de Lenguas / Sprachefest / fê´¥ des langues, which was much of the big pimping. The Coloumbian (whose hair is so long he can now wear it in a legitamate pony tail XD) won Spanish King, but I got German King, and a junior got French King. So much for the Linguistic Emperor schtick, but, oh well. I still hav the forking crown and sash, so EAT THAT, or something. Speaking of eating that, the food at the aforementioned Language Fair was quite tasty as well. What’s up with all this tasty food, eh?