Blogging It Out

Every time we have a fire drill, it’s when the school’s literally on fire *which is never -_-*, or just random people pulling down the "Fire Alarm" where all the people in school goes out and wait, which is just to ditch and get a break from learning now and then =p. It was Friday, almost out of school and finally the weekend could start, but 6th period was putting weight on our shoulders making us want to leave and don’t care if we get in trouble. My 6th period class was way easy to get a good grade, and we were the messy kids playing around learning when a Hall monitor passes by so we won’t go to the Dean’s office. Our class was the oldest in the 6th grade halls because our elective was in the lowest grade in the school, we were all 8th graders learning Archeology. During class a classmate of mine was filippino and he was the cutest boy to filippine girls. He was talking about what all teen boys talk about (if you don’t know, I’m so sad for you because the answer is GIRLS!). K (blond friend) was chatting with him and making him say stupid stuff just to make people around laugh, he was stupid anyway. BOB (which is what K likes to call him cuz he looks like it) was talking to K about Bob’s underwear and she said, "I hate Blue underwear." and he said, "Who cares it’s not P.E. shorts" and they went on. Finally when Bob was near walking past my desk, and my friend S (another blond friend) started laughing, and when I wanted to know what she was laughing about…I turned S’s way to see Bob’s pants falling to the floor, I laughed like crazy! The other filippino girls were laughing too once they saw what was happening. He was laughing like crazy too, as he pulled up his pants, and sat down *tick tock tick tock*.

    My teacher was an old lady with lots of long gray hair with glasses and a mole near her lip, eww, was making us read about clocks and how you can read them without machinery. As we all turned to the first page, the Fire Drill was loud and booming, like any other alarm. I rushed to K and said to her in a whisper, "Get your things." as I pulled my backpack behind me while Ms. C said not to bring anything. K and I walked past her fast just to get out of the room, into the halls, and out to the closest exit which was near the Bus Stops. There was so many buses in my school, only few arrived during our learning. I told K, while 6th graders where around us, "Lets go ditch, we alread have our stuff with us." "Ok, lol." as we walked right through the halls laughing. Once we got outside, K followed me and I asked laughing, "Are you going to yell out ‘My panties are on fire, that’s why I pulled down the Alarm!’?" "No."she said,"but you can yell it out if you want." I said, "Nah, we can line up with the other 6th graders instead of our own class so we can ditch." So K followed right behind me, we went to the very last 6th grade class to the left. We were near the fence so no one could notice we were 8th graders, I was short so my cover was fine, but K’s tall so she kneeled down a little to fit in with the other 6th grader’s heights. K saw her 6th grade friend and started talking to him, we laughed like crazy. Usually fire drills were short, but this one was long it took most of 6th period. Finally the flags were up, and we all had to go inside. We kept talking (all 3 of us) until we almost reached the door that was to get in the halls. K and I started panicing because we didn’t know if our 6th period class got in yet, we turned around seeing that they hadn’t moved yet to get inside. We rushed in quickly so none of our classmates saw our faces, and followed K’s 6th grade friend. His class already went in, but he turned and went into another class with his friends. A teacher for (special kids) were nagging on K and I to get to our classes quickly, but we just kept going forward instead of turning back. I told K, "Let’s go stay in the girls bathroom until the bell runs out, but the teachers were with their classes near the bathroom so we got stumpt.So we ended up going around once, and ended up back to our 6th period class =/. We went inside our class, sat down, and laughed @ how dumb we are that we couldn’ve just ditched. We ended up to be The Worst Fire Drill Ditchers.