"Lesson Learned: Brian is the wrongest wrong to ever wrong, and I and the rightest right to ever right!
Moron of the Day: Brian."

How's that for a witty comeback.

I learned some new information about the author of that lovely retort. Let's just say, if I didn't dislike him earlier, I do now.

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Anyway, on to more grown up topics, yesterday was a day for embarrassment. First, my math teacher proved to the whole class that I don't remember fourth grade fractions by calling on me to do the most complicated derivative of the lesson. Who would know that complicated calculus involves basic fractions? Who would know that I don't remember how to multiply, add, or subtract them?

Secondly, we had a juggler come to Bible School for Fat Tuesday. He preformed numerous tricks, that had all of my third graders, (plus numerous other pre-school through sixth graders,) laughing and ... hyper. Then, he asks for volunteers, chooses a few children, then says, "Now kids, raise your hand if you have an ADULT to volunteer!!" Well, guess who has the largest class? With eleven students, I win, and was volunteered. Yay. See the enthusiasm?? So here I am in front of the whole school, about as tall as the other kids up there with me, preforming tricks. (AKA: Make spinning plate on very thin pointy stick go under leg that is raised without spinning plate falling off.)

Thirdly, on my path to good grades, (I'm going to go to the library every day this week!) hunger became a fork in my road. So, my friends and I went downstairs to the vending machines (at the library.) I chose the Famous Amos cookie pack, and... got only two cookies. Out of EIGHT. The girl behind the "help" desk didn't know what to tell me when I complained, even though those people are supposed to know everything, so I saved the unopened bag and plan to send it back to Famous Amos demanding my eighty cents back. Perhaps I will get a year supply of free cookies for my future library excursions.

Lastly, it is sad when Sicilian Boy Wonder proclaims in surprise, as he finds you studying in the library, "What are you doing here?!" Do I really portray the stupid blonde who wants to go to grad school but doesn't ever want to see the inside of a library?

Don't answer that.