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So. I have a teacher that looks like Zach Galifianakis. His voice cracks all the time. He laughs at his own jokes. My English teacher is super cool and hipster. She has Ray Ban cat-eye glasses. She wears red lipstick and dark eyeliner. Her walls are painted Tiffany Blue and she has vintage picture frames everywhere. My Seminary class is full of freshmen. Which is great, because I like to pick on Freshmen. (kidding.) (mostly.)
I sat next to this random guy on the bus today. His name was Alfonzo. I asked him if I could call him Fonzie, and he said yes. Then I gave him the thumbs up and said: "ayyyyy!"
He looked at me like I was crazy.
He told me that he has a son. I asked him how old he is, and he said: "One year."
"One year? Wow!" I responded.
"Well...he's almost 1 year...he's about 20 months...I think."
I was seriously this close to laughing. It was really, really hard to keep a straight face.
I sat next to this random guy on the bus today. His name was Alfonzo. I asked him if I could call him Fonzie, and he said yes. Then I gave him the thumbs up and said: "ayyyyy!"
He looked at me like I was crazy.
He told me that he has a son. I asked him how old he is, and he said: "One year."
"One year? Wow!" I responded.
"Well...he's almost 1 year...he's about 20 months...I think."
I was seriously this close to laughing. It was really, really hard to keep a straight face.
(lets pretend my eyes are open in this picture, okay?)
My dad just said: "Remember that time when I was in love with Zac Efron?"
I have no idea what that means...
I have no idea what that means...
Anyways, I have a feeling that Sophomore year is gonna rock.
Love,
CasiDee
CasiDee
