Today was the day that all the rich white girls went to Model United Nations at the Radisson in Baton Rouge. They weren't at school today at all. I was all depressed, Sarah S. (Runs With Scissors) wasn't there.

I didn't think she was all that rich, since her dad is dead and all, but my mom works at a TV station, so I guess not. So I didn't have anybody to cause trouble with today. I only had Brooke, and she was carrying at 45 pound voice recorder for choir class.

It wasn't cool at all. I was all depressed with the lack of excitement and rebellion. Ha.

My mom came to check me out around lunchtime today. She said that there was a "family emergency," when really all she wanted was to get my help to cut down a Christmas tree and put lights on the...house, if you can call it that. More like a townhouse I guess. A loft or something. It's too big to be an apartment.

So I woke up from French class and trudged down four flights of stairs to meet my mom and then she points out that she's going to need help cutting down the tree, instead of me just sitting there and watching.

And I gently point out that, mother dear, we won't have a truck. How are we going to get said tree home?

MOM: .........

ME: Yeah.

So we picked one out (a Carolina black spruce, it's lovely), tagged it, and left it there. We enlisted Mike to come help us tomorrow afternoon (after Mock Trial, yes indeedy) and he can get it to our "house" in his truck.

My mother is going back and forth from the attic getting boxes down. Actually, just throwing boxes down. I'd better go help her.

But I leave you with this:

This is a sign we have up in our drama classroom (the basement) to make it more "Jew-friendly" and politically correct. We have signs with "Happy Ramadan" and "Mazeltov" and all different things.

Sarah taped some signs of Hebrew letters onto her head yesterday, spun around on her ass, and said she was a human dreidel.

I can't wait to wake up early tomorrow to debate before I am even fully concious.

© alexa

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