Courtney's Cauldron

…but today the heaters in the high school were broken, meaning there were icicles on the chairs and we froze to death while trying to stay awake during class (especially those lecture-filled classes)

Yeah, I love (and miss) heaters.

~Courtney

So today I was minding my own business in class when some lady walks in and sits down next to the teacher. They start chatting like best buds.

Now, my desk is located awfully close to the teacher’s desk, so I couldn’t help but over hear some of their conversation (okay, I eavesdrop. A lot. I admit it, happy?)

At first it just seemed to be boring school stuff, this student did this. that student did that. Then it got kind of awkward. They started talking about how hot a some guy was when they were in high school and the concert coming up for one of their fav. bands (Mind you, I have NO IDEA who said band was. I’m not from the dinosaur ages)

I suppose this just goes to show, once a teenage girl always a teenage girl, occasionally in teacher form.

~Courtney

Today during Bio I was trying to take a test when I was distracted by a couple of the guys who were being obnoxiously loud. One of them was yelling at the other for some reason. I tried to zone them out and focus on the different stages of cellular respiration and mitosis and whatever when one of them growled, “You’re only allowed to wear jeans on Fridays!”

Okay, I admit, that got my attention. I mean, what the heck? I wear jeans dang near everyday AND I’M A GIRL!

As if that weren’t good enough the guy behind him (who wasn’t initially in the conversation) interjected, “Yeah, with sweaters! Friday is casual day!”

At this point, I’m laughing so hard, and I’m not the only one. The ignorant boys hadn’t noticed that everyone near them was eavesdropping on they’re hysterical argument.

“Dude, I don’t own a freakin’ sweater!” the one who was wearing jeans argued.

“Then go by one you moron. Friday’s are sweater days.”

This conversation continued for a good fiveish minutes, until the teacher finally pointed out that they should be taking a test, not gossiping over clothes.

~Courtney

Today I was just making my way to my locker, just minding my own business, when I saw a couple of boys arguing intensely. They looked like freshman, so I started to make my way around them when one spun around and grabbed my shoulder and shouted real loud in my ear “HEY! IS BAMBI A BOY OR A GIRL?!”

After the initial shock passed and I managed to regain myself, I thought about the question for a brief second, “I think he’s a boy.” I replied uneasily.

One of the kids groaned and the other cheered. Apparently the fact that I’m a girl makes it definite that I know Bambi’s gender…

The one who was arguing that Bambi was a girl insisted the fact, saying no boy would be that wussy, when another kid got involved. He just jumped in on the conversation with a, “Of course Bambi’s a boy. He get’s twitterpatted over that girl deer, remember?” This boy also looked like a freshman, and the mere fact that he knew Bambi’s gender off the top of his head kind of freaked me out, but the original arguing boys didn’t seem to care.

Apparently, in order to fit into society today, you have to know Bambi’s gender.

~Courtney

As I’ve mentioned in earlier posts, my little brother got a new drum set. I was curious, so I told him to teach me something. After about twelve tries I finally managed to get the pattern he was attempting to teach me.

“Good.” He said after I finally managed to get one right. “Now let me.”

He, of course, showed me up big time. I apparently have no talent in the art of drum banging.

~Courtney