Brain Spit

There are new computers in our library, and they're pretty sweet. The only problem is that the screens are enormous. I hate the feeling that someone can read exactly what I'm typing without my knowing it. It's probably why they got the larger screens, actually. That way they know when kids aren't working. Yesterday's barefoot day was a success. I only got reprimanded once, by a very sweet hall monitor, who told me that the school could get charged a massive fine. I just told her I'd put my shoes on in my next class, and I never saw her again. I understand why OSHEA would have an issue with it. But I honestly don't think anyone would go and rat me out to the officials. Recently overheard from a level two science class doing research in the library: "Know what's sad? I don't even know how to look up a book." "These pants are like, size ones. I'm a nine." (whyyyy?) "Umm, way to work with me." "Umm, way to be a Taylor." "Umm, way to copy my hair color." "I'm not going blonde." I'm pretty sure one of the girls over at the other computer table is high. It's not an attractive look for her. My mind is everywhere this morning. But I'm feeling so fly, like a G6, probably because I biked to school this morning. Excercise in the morning is supposed to be really good for you.