I apologize for not getting on all weekend or yesterday. We didn't have school on Friday, so there were no conversations, and on Wednesday we had to take the PSAT. Anyway, I'm here now. So... yeah.

Math Teacher: Okay, who wants to solve the equation?

(Eternal silence)

Math Teacher: (Points at friend) Why don't you come up and solve this?

Kendra: (Whispering as she walks by) You're his favorite

Math Teacher: What symbol do you use?

Rachel: Ooh! I know! The... (Draws symbol in the air)

Kendra: (Draws symbols in the air) Yeah, the... the... that one..!

English Teacher: So my daughter told me this great joke.

Oliver: I want to hear it!

English Teacher: Okay. What did Edgar Allen Poe's friends yell when he was about to hit a tree?

Oliver: Edgar Allen No!

English Teacher: It was actually, "Poe, a tree," like poetry, but that works too.

Okay, storytime:

I have this little notebook that I write everything in. I've got a few doodles and a few short stories. My friend, the Yodeler, as we all know him (it's a long story), decided to STEAL IT. I was fine with that, and I was mentally flipping through the notebook in case there was something that I didn't like in there.

Then he started reading the SPECIFIC STORY THAT I DIDN'T CARE FOR. HE DIDN'T READ ANY OTHER STORY. JUST THE ONE THAT I DIDN'T LIKE. So I tried to take it from him. Unfortunately for me, he's tall and I'm kind of short, so my little t-Rex arms couldn't reach the dang notebook.

Then the teacher saw and told him to give the notebook back.

When I got it, I ripped the little story out, ripped it in half, and threw it away. He just kind of watched me do that.

"So is that it?"

NO.

In our last class of the day, I was sitting down and getting ready to listen to presentations and stuff like that. Then from across the room, I hear, "Hey, Kendra!"

So I turned around.

Duh.

AND THERE WAS THE YODELER HOLDING MY TAPED-TOGETHER-STORY ABOVE HIS HEAD AND WAVING IT.

HE HAD DUMPSTER DIVED FOR SOMETHING ELSE AND DECIDED, OH, LET ME TAKE THIS POEM TOO!

So I went to grab it and me and the Yodeler were just kind of all over the room. Finally, I had him cornered behind a desk next to his friend. As I was about to grab the story,

HE DROPPED IT DOWN HIS FRIEND'S SHIRT.

So, now my awful incomplete story is probably in the Yodeler's friend's laundry.

That sucks.