This week has been reasonably fun. I'm doing a week long orientation thingy at the school I'm going to. It starts at 9 (I don't function fully till 10. I'm kinda a zombie) and ends at 1:45. Before lunch (which begins at 12 and ends at 12:30) we have these class thingies, that is basically the same thing over and over, and then after lunch, we have a "team building experience" which sounds incredibly lame, but is actually pretty fun. On Monday, we sang "She'll Be Comin' Round the Mountain When She Comes" and after each verse, did something ridiculous. For example:
SHE'LL BE COMIN' ROUND THE MOUNTAIN WHEN SHE COMES
WOO WOO
*300- odd freshmen pull arms like truck drivers pulling on their horns*
It was so stupid that I had to love it. We were NOT ALLOWED to sit down while everyone else made a fool of themselves. Not that I minded. I have an unfortunate habit of making a fool of myself. Tuesday, we played the worst game of dodgeball ever organized. It wasn't dodgeball per se. I was "Get Up When I Call Your Line And Throw The Ball Haphazardly At The People On The Other Side Of The Line" But it was fun anyways.
There's this guy (and almost hear all of you reading this. *eye roll* "HERE she goes again" I'm over Mark. Actually, now that I don't like him anymore, his real name was John. John, if you ever read this, you're a jackass. Just saying. So yeah, guy. Again, no real names. His name is VERY distinguishable, and someone reading his is BOUND to know him. Let's call him Ricky. He doesn't look like a Ricky AT ALL. I've known him for a grand total of three days, so I can't really say that I like him, but I CAN say that he is constantly making me laugh, and he's cute. He got his head shaved last night though, and compared to his long hair, it dropped him a couple points. But how shallow and superficial would I be if I decided not to sorta-kinda-maybe like him just cause he got a haircut? You don't like people just for how they look. You like them for who they are. And who he is is funny.
Today in the team-building thingy, i was playing a basketball sort of game, which involved shooting balls into the hoops without stepping in front of the cones (which everyone did anyways). After my turn was over, i sat down and realized that the entire back end of the left leg of jeans had split a foot up my leg! It had already been split a few inches up, thanks to my sister stepping on them, but it wasn't to noticeable. Now I can't wear these again, unless i cut them off. Which I will do. Another pair of shorts to me.
Has anyone ever had a teacher that reminds them of a sassy, but tiny puppy?
Guess that's just me.
Christy
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