yearbook...., signing Options

[Janolam]

I didn't sign much this year. Maybe cause I left the US a week before graduation. 11-30 maybe?
[jerry]

[*tweeak*]

Nicki, i MAy be more excited to see mr henson than you

lo. j/p

oh i forgot about dr graham. lol. she was my homeroom teacher

so. a psycho, a bitch with temprement disorders, a medded up loon, and an emgrant

i <3 teachers

or maybe a lot. i've seen him, but i don't think he remembered me well enough to care. i actually tried to talk to him, but he kkept talking to paige instead. hrmph.

oh yeah, she was. i had little connection to her at all, but it was fun anyway

i don't, but that was the year of some complete nutcases

[EddieV]

about 10-20 people, I only let close friends, and people who want to sign my yearbook...

[racoons > you]

and then there was mrs grant.

who is just a story to herslef, really.

she managed to cause quite a few arguments. and mini-rebellions. and whatnot

[*tweeak*]

but she was nice. she was hard, but she was good. and i actually liked jane eyre. ooooooooooooooooooscrabble. i saw heather when i went to barry's to play that game, and we started talking about you and scrabble in her class and everyone else was confusd as hell but it was fun to reminisce

[racoons > you]

i liked heather. she was one of those insanely nice people who come along occasionaly in life

mrs grant was the first 'real' teacher we had. which is why many resented her. then, we go tsquires and it ALL went into perspective.

scrabble. of GOd i miss scrabble

[*tweeak*]

i know. heather is so incredibly nice.

actually, that's not true. ms. richardson was my first 'real' teacher, but you didn't have her, right?

yeah, i haven't played in ages

[racoons > you]

no. i never did. the whole 'having her for 8th grade' thing went to hell a little bit.

yet, i still knew her. i forget how exactly.

i wanna play scrabble. like. really.

oh god, im getting emotional over scrabble. my imunity to drama hasn't been worked out enoguh recently. im all 'sensitive' at the moment

[*tweeak*]

yeah. we should have had her. too many good teachers become APs. like mr ballantine. i missed him last semster. stupid first period band

i spent the ;ast day of 6th grade running back and forth between her room and an empty on because no one cared. it was great

i want to too. and i really don't want to take this pe t\quiz.

hey, if you want ovveremotional, i almost cried at the disney channel movie last ngiht about a girl who figure skates and plays hockey. then i realized what i was doing and quickly stopped

[racoons > you]

how do you take a pe test? that sounds like a challenge worth rising to, to be honest

i spent the last day of 6th grade singing the frosted flakes song loudly and playing tag in mrs tronnes' room

i miss zenon. oh god. zenon and scrabble would make me laugh like a hyena followed by collapsing in an emtionally drained and melodramatic fashion

[*tweeak*]

it was a multiple choice test with stupid questions about the principle of overload(sounds oh-so official) andbody composition and such. i got a f**king 80. now i reeeeeeeally don't want to take my health quiz

then ms richardson made us stop eating the other class's pizza and go back up, where we were made to stop throwing things around the empty room and go back to ms disco's room, where we crawled under the stacks of tables and played redwall. i got really tired of those books

did you ever see zenon3? it wasn't very good, made me sad. but remember how we accidentally completely predicted the plot of th seciond in the one game? we're so psychic.

let's dedicate on of the days you're here to watchiong zenon and playing scrabble

[racoons > you]

YES

we will.

that can be my first day, as i will be dead tired.

and my lst day.

and all of the ones in between

i bet zenon is hot now. but how much would THAT kill it? god imagine if i had a celeb-crush on zenon (bet she has a real name somewhere)

i remember the tornado drill where miss lewis forgot to make us go downstairs. LOL

we were her first ever class...

what was mrs disco's name before she go tmarried. i cant remember

[*tweeak*]

alright. although, that will be more of a scrabble/zenon night

kirsten storms, dear. i have a good memory for things that don't help me get A's on tests

hahaha. and she used to do yearbook staff =[ then...ms coley

yeah! what was her name? i should know this...

[demolished]

11-30, i would of have got over 30 but i dont want to because i dont want my untrustable cheap friends to sign it. =]

i reject my so called friends and shit friends's request for signing my yearbook. i got guts.

[racoons > you]

miss lewis... sixth grade yearbook. the OLD SKEWL

nicki, im gonna write you a test you will get an A on. and make you take it. if nothing else, it gives me something to do on the plane, after i FINISH HARRY POTTER BEFORE YOU.

i thought t was kirsten something. well, kristen, but thats the same.

well, disco is likely MUCH cooler

[*tweeak*]

she did 7th grade yearbooks as well, didnt she? ah, but i suppose neighter of us have evidence of that now

or you could just make one of those quiz my friend things. and make questions i know but tohers dont

and no you wont. because ill have a 12 hour car ride, which actually pwns a 8 hour flight

i always thought kirsten dunst was kristen...

everyone thought it was really wierd at the tme

[racoons > you]

you are weird, love.

it throws me off when people post between us. disconcerting

i think she started in 7th but then faded back to more of an overlooker while mrs coley phased in. becaus ei know mrs coley was involved in 7th.

yeah. but writing a test is so much more fun

[*tweeak*]

why am i wierd? i mean, i was aware, but towhat do you refer?

i thought she was main and ms coley was just kind of there *shrugs*

really? i prefer typing

[racoons > you]

just in general. i was being a loving friend who is allowed to gently make fun of.

she was at the start, but i think that kind of died... im sur eit was mainly mrs coley. i need a seventh grade yearbook.

writing is more personal

[slipper]

me & my other two best friends wrote a whole f**king page in each of our yearbooks.

[*tweeak*]

oh well. that's alright.

i really don't think i even noticd ms coley in 7th. i want my yearbook back. i remember ms zimmerman looking strange...

yeah, everyone just fails everyones quiz my friends because they always ask compleyely rendom questios

[racoons > you]

well. that last sentence was a treat.

mrs zimerman is like satan on speed. do you remember the way she SHOUTED? good god. and i wasnt even in her CLASS. i remember the probe mathers in our science class trying to argue back and being like, WOAH.

she had a lot of evil fr such a ridiculously small person

i did a quiz thing once. i included a bunch of americn in-jokes to make people feel inferior

[*tweeak*]

hahaha. i really need to take my other quiz, so i'm betraying my book and ditching punctuation. and editing in general

yeah, well i was AND homeroom, too. it was especially bad since i was supposed to be in probe math. i was one of 3 people actually passing her class one quarter. yes, she shouted, but she never shouted at you. she shouted at me for being in her room. that bitch. no one believes me when i tell them she locked me out. they all think im overreacting in my hatred, but really im not

and she was supposed to be jewish and came to scjool in reindeer sweatshirts

when? i never saw it

[angel-roh]

Since I didn't go school this year. I'll say to you for the 2 years ago one. I almost went to half of the people from my school. So probably more than 150 people haha. My yearbook was like missing for like 2 hours... then this footbally player guy came to me and gived it to me... lol.

[racoons > you]

she did shout at me once... i think possibly because i was smarter than her.

dont you remember the whole 'assigned lunch seats' trauma and subsequent rebellion? actually, were you in my science class? i seem to think you were... but i dont know...

no, i dont think i sent it out on email... its just for somereason EVERYONE made one one week, and i though, why not?