NyQuil

 This day was an interesting one.

Over the weekend I got sick. A cold, I think. Just runny nose and sore throat and coughing. Highly contagious. So everyone in my family is sick except for my sister.

My dad and mom told my brother and me to drink some NyQuil before we went to bed.

And I didn't.

So in the morning, my parents were pretty pissed. ("You have the nerve to disobey your parents even when we deliberately tell you what to do?" or something like that.) I didn't understand what was so infuriating about me not drinking NyQuil. I mean, it's just medicine, and me being a freak, I hate ingesting all those different chemicals (though they may be beneficial). I'd rather fight my way out of illness the natural way.

They got even angrier at my brother because he lied that he drank it. Jeez, father, did you actually check the exact level of the medicine?

So my mother took both of us to school, very pissed.

So pissed, in fact, when she dropped me off, she drove off without letting me grab my things from the trunk (unintentionally). I had to run 30 or so meters and knock on the driver's window before she realized what was happening. Haha, my workout for the day.

And then in Geography, my teacher said, "Now roll the burrito and stick it in halfway through the hole." Taken out of context... /shot/

In Biology, my teacher wrote objectives on the board:

Students will be able to:

1. Not annoy the teacher.
2. List all the ancient Egyptian Pharaohs in alphabetical order.
3. Summarize Charles Darwin's biography and etc...

I love my Biology teacher. Though we write like lunatics in there—exhausting.