I apologize for the obscure numbering of today's title, but people are immature nimrods and will giggle if I put the number we all know today is. If you are one of the mature humans on this planet, feel free to imagine today's post numbered with the correct number. I apologize again for the immature nimrods of humanity.
Today was Hippie/Crazy Hair day for spirit week. My best costume of the week by far. Jeans, tie-dye, flowered bandanna, jangly bracelets, flowered necklace, silver pendant. It helped my costume that I have the perfect hair to be a hippie. It flopped over the bandanna perfectly.
I came into class all decked out in my uniform of peace and love and started playing 'Magic Carpet Ride' by Steppenwolf from my iPod as loud as it would go. I proped my feet on the desk and wished everyone who walked through the door 'peace and love, man'.
This charade continued on through the day, when I adopted the hippie dialect as my own. I even made up a new adverb ('cubular', like someone is acting square, but what they're doing is square. Pronounced like tubular, but with cube. Square, cube. Get it?)
At one point, it was announced that the grade 8s had a presentation in the mp room. Here's my reaction: "A presentation? Far out, man. That is, like, so totally groovy!"
(By then, I was amping it up to get on people's nerves)
That's all I really have to say about hippies.
Except I go to a class full of squares, that have, like, no school spirit, man.
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