Okay, tell me if I'm wrong, but should a principal be able to tell his students that they MUST raise $50 dollars and then walk 10 miles? And if they don't do this, does he really have the authority to tell them they can't attend prom?
See, cause even though I didn't go to prom, I had a major-ass problem with this whole thing, but whatever cause the private school needs money, right? Right. **grumbling**
We had to be at school at the normal time so the teachers could collect the money (have I metioned how much this sounds like communism?) and then we sat in chapel. Then Mr. Schwecke told an "adult joke" which actually wasn't. It's on the Bad Jokes page. Then we left. Is this boring yet?
I had made a sign that said "I'm in Segment One of Driver's Ed", and it kept getting in the way when we were going to the "course." It was obnoxious. Ashlea carried it for a while. But mostly it was obnoxious.
During one of the tedious laps, Glenn tapped me on the shoulder but passed on the other side. I said, "Hey, that's not very nice." I started running after him. I got tired. I stopped running after him.
Ang kept saying, "I'm having a frickin' baby here!" so when we asked Guse later where she had gone, he asked, "Oh, is she the one having all the kids?" Poor Ang - she was on her period that day. But all we had to do to find her was follow the red line.
Mr. Weier was creeping around the pine trees in a big coat with his camera and aviator sun glasses. It was actually quite frightening, and I wish he would've stopped popping up everywhere.
On our last lap, Mr. Unger let Ash, Ang, and I sit on a picnic table until people got to a certain point on the other side of the course, and then we were allowed to cut across the field and take the short way back. It was really funny. I heart Mr. Unger!
We got really retarded certificates from this whole thing. Ang ate hers. Then Adam Fisher was supposed to take me home, but I couldn't find him, so I was sad, but then I found him, so I was happy.
Later that evening, I hosted the Prom "After Party" that the whole school was envious of. But you can go to that page and read up on that.
Conclusion: The Walk-A-Thon is a clear example of the communism practiced in a private school. Thank ye, thank ye. |
