I honestly do not know what to write about today. I intended to write something funny or witty but there is just nothing really particularly funny to write about. And, I really doubt you want to hear about the HIV/AIDS assembly we had in first period. I think so, only because it was just so ridiculous.
So, of course, I am going to tell you any way.
In the state of Washington, this stupid law says that in high school, every year you have to learn about sexually transmitted diseases (or STIs as they call them now). So, once a year, every year I have to sit through an assembly that is so pointless and ridiculous that I might as well die. I won't die, and when I say every year, I mean freshman health, sophomore, jun, sen. I almost feel bad for the speaker....
Mariah Stork and I were sitting next to each other in the PAC (performing arts center) up in the upper levels marveling at the wonders of how to prevent HIV/AIDS and pregnancy and various other infection, diseases whatever. Ms/Mrs. Knott (not joking) the Church Creek Campus/Lincoln Hill High School nurse was the speaker for this lovely entertainment. She was doing her best, but kept stuttering and pronouncing things wrong and misreading things. Comedy gold. I decided to further our entertainment with a running commentary. Beautiful right? The assembly just went on and on and on. There really isn't much to say about my commentary. It wasn't very funny really.
Unlike the mental running commentary I had going when dad was lecturing us older girls because the little girls had run off.
Dad: "What am I supposed to do now?"
Me: *inwardly* Give us shot guns and handguns and hope for the best!
I thought it was funny. And, I don't really care if you don't. At the beginning when Dad first started talking I was pretending to be ballet-ing around the room. It was quite entertaining. I can't remember half of what he said. Which is great, because if I did, I probably would have a head full of mush instead of a brain.
So, of course, I am going to tell you any way.
In the state of Washington, this stupid law says that in high school, every year you have to learn about sexually transmitted diseases (or STIs as they call them now). So, once a year, every year I have to sit through an assembly that is so pointless and ridiculous that I might as well die. I won't die, and when I say every year, I mean freshman health, sophomore, jun, sen. I almost feel bad for the speaker....
Mariah Stork and I were sitting next to each other in the PAC (performing arts center) up in the upper levels marveling at the wonders of how to prevent HIV/AIDS and pregnancy and various other infection, diseases whatever. Ms/Mrs. Knott (not joking) the Church Creek Campus/Lincoln Hill High School nurse was the speaker for this lovely entertainment. She was doing her best, but kept stuttering and pronouncing things wrong and misreading things. Comedy gold. I decided to further our entertainment with a running commentary. Beautiful right? The assembly just went on and on and on. There really isn't much to say about my commentary. It wasn't very funny really.
Unlike the mental running commentary I had going when dad was lecturing us older girls because the little girls had run off.
Dad: "What am I supposed to do now?"
Me: *inwardly* Give us shot guns and handguns and hope for the best!
I thought it was funny. And, I don't really care if you don't. At the beginning when Dad first started talking I was pretending to be ballet-ing around the room. It was quite entertaining. I can't remember half of what he said. Which is great, because if I did, I probably would have a head full of mush instead of a brain.
