Journel

September 9th, 2014

Today would've been just a normal day if Master Meowth had not decided to wander by room 400 again, which I found out, does not really exist, and attempt to figure this thing out. He came to me in lunch, his eyes unfocused and his mind in a frenzy. He said constantly that Meowth was going to hurt him and only when I yelled at him was I able to snap him out of it. He did not remember what had happened a few minutes prior. Whatever this thing was, it seemed to be getting more powerful to send even Masty into that sort of a frenzy. We are remaining quiet about it though. We will not say anything unless we absolutely have to. Even Meowth refuses to mention it. I know why though. He knows we are scared and so is he.

Anyways, Social Studies and Italian were fine and Orchestra we did nothing. We watched some stupid videos in English and Danny Barna's phone went off, playing Darude Sandstrom, goddamnit. And I just got that song back in my head again. Great. Lunch went fine, despite the obvious. One of the eleventh graders pulled a bag of water and cereal out of his backpack and used a spoon to eat it. Yeah, not strange at all.

Math was... strange. Luke, a kid two seats in front of me, raised his hand and said something like this, 'There's a pulse in my small intestines and can I go to the bathroom?' Yep, definitely one of the strangest questions I have ever heard. Mr Petro said, 'You go do that' as we all awkwardly tried to forget that just happened. Science was fine too and nothing of interest really happened, besides me doing my homework and all. Besides for yet another argument with Tan about religion that she brought up. But that doesn't matter. Now I have to get ready for another hell of a day. Great.