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So I’m sitting in Algebra, twenty minutes left to go. It’s last peroid, so almost no one was paying attention.

A lady walks in, hands the priest a paper, then walks out. A bunch of people crowd around to see what it is, including myself. It says my name at the top, so he hands it to me. Reading it, I discover that that I’ve been invited to some academic awards assembly. During school.

I was invited because I was awarded honors for the first marking period. And for some reason, this just makes me laugh.

I got honors, alright, big deal. But I can sure as hell tell you that I didn’t manage that by cutting class to sit around with a bunch of self-absorbed assholes and pat myself on the ass for doing such a good job.

Jesus christ, what do these nazi administators take me for? This is just plain stupid. Last time I checked, passing my classes wasn’t something to throw a party about. But then again, this is a public school, so I guess people passing classes is a big deal to them.

Since the paper doesn’t say I have to attend, I won’t be. I’m rather fond of my keyboarding class, thanks. And I don’t need to bask in the glory of doing the exact same thing that I’ve been doing for the past eleven years.

Idiots.

Today I made my return to New York. For the few of you who read this and don’t know, my first trip to the great state was before 9/11. A fifth-grade trip to the Bronx zoo.

However, today was the first time I had ever been to New York (or any other state, for that matter) on non-school-related business. It was to celebrate Wyatt’s birthday, woohoo.

So we drove up to New Roc City (some entertainment center) in a Prias. A load of dosh was probably saved thanks to the hybrid.

We arrive at NRC before they open, so we all pile back into the car to find somewhere to get a bite to eat. Wyatt mentions taco bell, and his dad said something about not wanting to spend too much time finding a place to eat. But lo and behold, around the next corner is a taco bell.

Once we had eaten our low-quality mexican ripoff food, we returned to NRC. We spend some time racing go-karts, which are extremely awesome. I had the best lap time average, and I started second. Yay for reckless, damn-near suicidal driving.

After our time on the track was up, we took the elevator to the third floor, which houses the arcade. All manners of games were played, ranging from a roller coaster simulator that actually turns you upside-down to cheesy acrade classics like gauntlet.

The most memorable game, however, was a millitary game, which supported up to four people. You got a funny-looking M16, then you had to shoot enemy soliders, zombies, and helicopters.

Then we entered the arena. The laz0r tag arena. Five vurses four. Each team had a side, and each side had two lights that the enemy team could get 200 points for hitting. We also had a computer terminal that served as a resupply room.

Two rounds. During the first, me and trevor defended the two lights. Wyatt and the two random people were attacking. Second round, we just did whatever.

And we won. Hah. Trevor got the high score, though.

Afterwards, we did a bit more in the arcade, then left. Played some James Bond on Wyatt’s gamecube, came home.

And that’s all for now.

Not much has been going on, but I’d like an update. So I shall tell you about the stupid comment our latin teacher made today.

First, we must set the scene. It was pouring rain all morning, so by first period the roof was throughly wet. Career Regional Hill Highschool is also very cheap, because the area around the pool has been ruined by the damp and no one can be arsed to repair it.

So with twenty minutes left in class, the other latin teacher from next door stops by to whine about his roof leaking right in the little hall that leads from the door to the rest of the room. He notices that our roof is leaking, too.

After giving us a nice lecture about how the adminstrators and the city get their fancy cars and gold-rimmed glasses while we don’t get the roof fixed, he told the other teacher ‘G A T O’.

Upon hearing this, the other teacher said ‘What?’ and he said ghetto. Hiliarity ensued.

Indeed.