Sherlock

i am almost afraid of the impression the teachers will have of me as a result of this whole disease-detective deal. smile! shake hands! ask about their diarrhea! oh yes, i'm sure this is "our chance to shine".
oh yes.

apartment hunting this weekend! wow, acceleration into the real world at 32 ft/sec^2, feels an awfully like falling, doesn't it? but we're getting somewhere, it's just the fact that i'm still not quite sure where that "somewhere" is. maps, anyone? or should i get out my compass again?

ah yes, story time!
yesterday i arrived at spanish about a few minutes after the bell rang, and there was no one outside the door, so i reasoned that the door was open and people have already went in. so i pulled at the door, it opened, and so i think that my guess was right. and then i walk in, and there were a group of teachers sitting inside, having a meeting. among the group was my math teacher, my spanish teacher, my previous spanish teacher, and the principal. (this reminded me oddly enough, of goats and minions) all of them turned around to look at me when i entered and ...it was awkward, to say the least. i pivoted without stopping and walked right back outside. in less than five minutes two other people made the same mistake and we waited outside together wondering about ...
yes, that was interesting.