Ha, homework? What homework?

Mrs. MacDonald had told us that period 6 would have a stat party today, and Micky said, "Oh, we should have had a stat party today. It would have been perfect."

Perfect, because we don't meet on Fridays, and the seniors will be gone on their internships next week. Not so perfect, because half the class was not here due to the AP econ/world tests. Of course, we conveniently skipped over that fact and only lamented on our lack of forethought and preparation. Then, Ali asked if we could go to lunch, and Mrs. MacDonald agreed, so we got an extra fifteen minutes.

Tea had told me earlier that Ms. Sherbert had my Le Petit Prince book, the one that I had lost on the bus during my trip to New England's, so I went to find her. On my way to her office/supply room, I saw Argon and one of his friends outside the chem room (there are technically more than one room for chemistry, but I have had both years of chem in the same room, so I call it the chem room). I asked him about the stat party, and he said, "Yeah, we're having a party in stat." Hint: there is foreshadowing here.

Yuma then walked by, and so we had a gathering in the hallway, talking about our ridiculous day so far (half of the people in almost all of our classes were not there). Then Mr. Turkey, the chem teacher, came along, and so the sophomores went inside.

"We should go in and say hi to Mr. Turkey," Yuma said. Yuma and I were in the same chem class with Mr. Turkey last year. I agreed, so we went in, where Argon was seated in the front row, and Yuma pointed out the seat behind him and said, "I used to sit there."

I pointed to Chrissy's seat, which is next to Argon's, and said, "I used to sit there."

There was also a name joke here made by Argon (although I had noticed it a long time ago, and mentioned it to him before, but he probably used that part of his memory-brain to remember some crucial fact that could save the world but that I can never remember), but the joke is better with our real names.

Several hours (maybe two) later, as I was walking to my health classroom, I saw Argon again, and I asked him how the stat party went.

"Oh, it was supposed to be tomorrow," he said, but he had a piece of cookie with him, so I assume other people forgot as well. "We just got a packet."

"Yeah, so did we. Then we just did whatever we wanted, which was mostly homework. I've been busy doing so much homework in my AP classes now."

"Why, do you have a lot of homework?"

"No, I just don't do them at home anymore."

To be fair, I haven't really been doing anything in my other classes either. In US, we watched a movie (granted, Civil Rights related). In health, we played health/STI/drug related Sporcle quizzes, then digressed to other, non-health specific quizzes, such as naming the first 151 Pokemons. But that wasn't nearly as fun as my physics class, where we merged with an A-level class and listened to the potential physics teacher candidate's lecture and did a lab with lasers, jello, and real, metal knives.

English was the only class I actually did work in, and I linked Huck's decision to save Jim to the white supremacy we were learning in US. One of the reasons why I like taking English 3 (which focuses on American literature) and US history together. I've been able to do these connections between the two classes for almost every unit/book.

What If?

"I don't read people's messages," Mrs. MacDonald said. "I don't want to read anything that I have to act on."

"Like what?" Trevor asked. "Tell us something you've read."

"Like abuse," Mrs. MacDonald said. "But I haven't read anything yet. I don't go checking other people's phones."

"What if--What if the phone was just sitting there? And there's a message from someone that says 'DEALER' on it?"

"Right. And a real dealer would choose to do that because?"

"You never know," Trevor said. "It could happen."

"And why don't you categorize all of your 'dealer' contacts then? Put them under subheadings: drug dealer--"

"Or, what if," Kyle interrupted. "You saw a text message that said, 'Hey, let's meet up somewhere and dump the body into the ravine?' I bet Micky would do that."

"Yeah," Micky said. "I would."

"What's the probability that Micky will kill someone today?"

"Or better yet," Mrs. MacDonald said. "What's the probability that Micky will kill at least one person today?"

"I don't know," Micky said. "But I think I'm definitely going to kill someone today. Got to keep up my reputation, you know?"

Oh, how lovely stat class is.

I obviously spent most of that class doodling in my notebook, as Trevor and Kyle tag-teamed to ask lots and lots of questions about the upcoming midterms so we wouldn't have to learn anything new. I know it's the day before midterms, but I haven't started studying at all.

Well, okay. That was an exaggeration.

I studied equations for chem, because... we were tested on that today.

I studied... well, more like copied the super long weird planetary circular orbital motion equation for physics, which is my second exam tomorrow (I have gym first, which promises to be an hour long of losing in the pickleball tournament), and so far I still haven't figured out what it is yet. I tried asking Bryant, but he stored it in his fancy TI-89 and it was all weird, so I was left even more confused. His equation just helped me figure out that the one I copied from Tamir was totally wrong.

I tried to describe my source of stress in French, but all I came up with was, "Je suis fatiguée parce que j'ai des éxamens. Pour éliminer le stress, je fais le yoga." (Translation: I am tired because I have exams. To eliminate stress, I do yoga.)

I don't, but yoga's a vocab word. And apparently "ranting in super long posts on meebo" is not.

In fact, I should be studying right now. I should. But the whole exam schedule, with two days of exams and then three days off, is throwing me off quite a bit. I just can't seem to envision that midterms are starting, like, tomorrow.

That means my gym midterms (okay, this makes it sound rather undramatic) start in less than 12 hours from now.

Oh my god.

That means I get all this extra time to do those around-the-school errands I've been putting off every day.

Wow.

I think I'm in a state of denial right now. My brain isn't registering the eminent doom of, say, all of those huge tests that I had just vaguely thought about for the past few days. This is so unreal. This is so... I don't even know how to describe it anymore.

Maybe I should do those math packets on circles to clear my mind.