Marsha: Well... I'll see you on orientation day!
Me: Hopefully not!
Marsha: Hey!
Thomas: *laugh*
Me: Errr... I meant hopefully before then x.X
"Kiss the Paul!" ~ Sign Jana stuck on my back
Amber: *reaches for notebook* Give!
Me: Can't ;__;
Amber: GIVE ;___;
Me: Can't ;_;()
Amber: Give to the poor!
Me: Can't, I AM the poor ;_________;
Amber: ...... Give to the RICH.
Me: Nooo ;_; ... *bursts out laughing*
Amber: *repeats self a few times while I crack up*
Me: Take from the poor, give to the rich!
Both of us: *laugh like idiots*
Trevor: *looks at Megan* I have a very special talent.
Megan: Really? What?
Boy: *makes farting sounds with arms*
Megan and I: ....................................
"When I get home, I'm gonna go HOME." ~ Patrick
Me: *tries to finish writing a paper for class so she won't hafta do it for homework*
Big Marshall: *grabs my pen while I'm writing*
Me: *hisses like a cat*
Big Marshall: o__o; You're WEIRD.
Zach: I wish a tornado would come so school would be out!
Mrs. Rasbury: Er... that's kinda sad O_o
Someone: No, fire's better!
Dan: No, be more imaginative. Think ALIENS.
Me: *mutters to self* Fire IS better.
Big Marshall: Hey, I heard that! You said fire is better!
Me: Well, it is. Because you can escape school and go home without the risk of being blown over by a tornado.
Big Marshall: .....you scare me.
Guy on TV: God... please... use me.
Another guy: *walks up behind him and puts hand on his shoulder* He already has.
Zach: o__o Is that GOD?!
People in class: *Talk over movie, long past the part mentioned above*
Zach: Everyone, shut up! I'm trying to hear God talk to people!
Me: Anna, can we trade lockers? (I already knew the answer, but I tried anyway. o.O)
Anna: No, I need my top locker because I'm TALL. (She's 5 or 6 inches shorter than me O_o)
Jana, Ashley, and I: *stand around in lunch line*
Zach: *walks in* Hey, I'm gonna cut in front of y'all, okay?! *runs in front of Ashley*
Us: .... *continue talking and pay no mind*
Zach: Man, this line's long!
Jana: Well, you cut in front of us!
Zach: What? I didn't cut.
Me: Then what do you think you did?! You're the one who came in here all "Hey, I'm gonna cut in front of you, blah!"
Zach: Uh.. I wasn't cutting, I just jumped over your heads! *stupid grin*
Us: .............
Mr. Hill: *tries to pass out tests*
Zach: *talks loudly*
Mr. Hill: ZACH!
Zach: ... o.o MR. HILL!
Mr. Hill: .... *fumes and points at door* OUT!!!
Zach: But you called my name!
Mr. Hill: OUT OF MY CLASSROOM!
Mr. McPherson: ::gets everyone quiet for 20 minutes and lectures:: God owes us NOTHING.
Zach: ...today?
Mr. McPherson: .......What was THAT?!
Mr. Hill: Covet. It means to want something that you can't have... like....your neighbors wife, house, car, pet, ass--
Whole class: o_____O ::laughs::
Mr. Hill: .....
Mrs. Rasbury: *calls out everyone's names* Okay, if there's anyone's names I mispronounced, please raise your hand.
One of the Marshalls: *raise hand*
Mrs. Rasbury: O_o I mispronounced Marshall?!
Marshall: I would like to be called Michelle ^_^
Mrs. Rasbury: .....no off-the-wall names.
[older quote I just remembered]
Mr. McPherson: *talks about how everything in a mirror is like, the opposite side of what we would see*
Chris: So the way we see ourselves isn't really the way we are?
Mr. McPherson: ....no, our ears are here and here. *sarcastically points at front and back of head*
Chris: FOR REAL??? O_________O
Everyone: ............
Cookie, Amber, and I: *run around*
Me: *stops, only to see youth pastor looking at me like I'm a freak* We're hyper! AND WE'RE ALL IT =D!!!!!
Youth pastor: *smiles* Yeah, well you have to get all that energy out somehow, don't you? You guys will sleep good tonight. ^_^
Cookie: No, I ain't sleepin' tonight! *RUN*
"*tag each other all at once* IT! IT IT IT IT IT!!!!" ~ Cookie, Amber, and I
Boys: *stand in front of Western*
Me: *hyper* *yells* Megan, those are BOYS!
Boys: .........*walk away*
Megan: .................
"Oh no, I don't want anyone to know I got an 85 on my test!" ~ Dan after teacher said not ta let anyone see yer test grade
"Remember, if you don't know how to spell your own name, then do not look at the person's paper that's sitting next to you or it will be spelled wrong." ~ Mr. Taylor
"I got splinters in my shorts~ My Bum hurts!" ~ Me
Male Teacher: *sticks hand down other male teacher's pocket*
Brittney S: WHOA! SIX INCH RULE! XD
Seventh grade boys: *play on playground and laugh much*
Amber: I've never seen seventh grade boys have so much fun....
"meow" ~ Saphire
"*coughs stuff up* Mmm... egg nog! *opens mouth wide for all to see*" ~ Mr. Taylor
"Eww..." ~ everyone in da room's response
"Think, Forrest, think!" ~ Jeff, to Mr. McPherson
Scott: *misses Saturday School*
Mr. McPherson: Where were you on Saturday?
Scott: Uh...I think I was somewhere else...
Mr. McPherson: Well, I coulda figured that one out!
"Courtney's got stuff oozing out of her finger!" ~ Brandon
"How disgusting..." ~ Mrs Vicki
Ashley: I have pep =D
Big Marshall: What's pet (we thought he said pep)? I don't understand your cheerleading terms...
Me: You know! Pep! RAH =D *dancy*
Big Marshall: O_o I know a puppy is a pet, but--
Me: PEP! P-E-P! Not P-E-T! >=l
Ashley: o_o;
"::runs through parking lot:: I'm dying! I'm dying! Oh!!! ::jump in van:: I'm dying, I'm dying of death! Owww ::fall over::" ~ Cookie's brother
"Go ahead and pick any station you want! ::pulls key out of the car thingie::" ~ Dad
"Might help if the key was in there?" ~ My responce
"Whoops..." ~ Dad
"Don't die! We need you! *shows a picture of teacher dying with an arrow through his chest on other side of card*" ~ Cookie's brother's get well card he made fer their teacher thingie at their church