Life at school is a bitch not all the time just certain classes. Today I had all the classes that sucked. poor me, going to what should be a long grueling day. As it turns out, today was a great day. One of the best ive had at school. The day started normally with Health class. That's where we learn about the dangers of drugs, beer, sex and everything else fun. We took a hard fucking test that I fear I failed. Oh well the day goes on. Next I had English but we spent class time at the computer lab to type essays. Because I'm a lazy pothead I never wrote mine so I typed some bullshit and finished with time to spare. I would have wondered over to GTU but we dont have the Internet in the lab we went to. So I spent my extra time seeing if I could remember HTML. So I wrote a site script on the notepad. The computer teacher wandered over to see what I was doing and said wow. she complimented me and gave me some candy. Next class is the worst one I had. Math. I hate the teacher and I hate the student teacher observing the class. She gives out pop quizzes all the time. a lot of homework and we never get free day. Usually I'll skip class or show up really late. When I am there I do no work, I sleep, throw stuff and call out with smartass comments. Today she tried to do something different with the class. We played a game! As she was passing around the cards she told us (teacher) "not to write on them" (me) "why" "because I said so" "Then that's all the more reason to write on them" "then you dont get to play" "then I'm leaving" and I walked out the door. I went to the study hall room until lunch and started talking to my friend. Then he asked if I wanted to smoke. So I left the room and 5 minuets later my friend left and we walked outside and smoked a cigg. Then my friend reached into his coat and pulled out a flask full or rum. We passed it back and fourth until it was gone. My friend was a bit gone but I was fine. We walked back into the building and lunch had started. At lunch I found the joy of acting like a freshman again. Me and another friend threw bottle caps at eachother. After that I went to my last class of the day which was American history. Nothing much happened there until I got called down to the office. At the office the principle asked why I was acting up in math. I said that I hated the teacher and I can't stand her. So they took me out of math class and put me in a study hall (the same one that has my drunken friend in it). I didn't get into any trouble either. That's why I'm so happy. When I got home I wrote a song about how math sucks.