I tell that story because there's very little of note today. Cricket's about to come on, Mum dragged me on a couple of messages when she picked me up from school, the first three lessons were typical of school - dull and little to note - and the fourth had the only other thing I have to talk about. There was going to be a surprise fire drill during period four, which I have Maths C with Queenie during. However, Queenie decided there was no point in getting us to do any work just for about five minutes, so - and this is why I love being in his class - he gave us all chocolates and we sat around, waiting for the siren to go off, which it did. We made our way to the oval, gathered, did the usual stuff, came back to class, and enjoyed more excitement. This came in the form of Michael Mitchell stealing Queenie's swivel chair and taking it over to his desk. Queenie, as you'd expect, wanted it back, but MM wouldn't give it up. So Sam and Ben tried to lure him off the chair, and when that didn't work, they pried him off the chair, with Queenie's help. The entire thing turned into a tussle in the middle of the class, with MM holding one end of the chair, Queenie holding the other ... and Queenie winning. At this point, let me remind you this is grade 12 Maths C, the hardest class you can possibly take with - supposedly - the most mature, intelligent students with the best maths mind in the school. But we have our fun.
OH! Sam broke his middle finger at rugby training on Wednesday. Can't say he's pleased about that, but at least it gets him out of swimming. So yes, all the more reason why catching a ball correctly is a great deal better than mis-catching it and snapping your finger. And also all the more reason why coming to Leadership Training is safer than doing rugby.
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( Ever wanted to get revenge after getting a speeding ticket? Well here's a thoroughly hilarious news story I found on a thread on the U2 New Zooland forums.Collapse )