Fight the Power!
Well here I am again- I almost didn’t write a blog this week because it is so boring that half the time I feel like I need to drink some coffee just so I can stay awake- and I don’t even like coffee. It tastes gross! Why every adult has to start their day with a giant cup of it is beyond me. But, I do really want that new phone, and to be honest it does feel kind of good when I know I did my homework… I guess. Don’t tell my Dad you read that though.
Anyway, Ms. Bradburn told us that everyone was complaining about silly things in their blogs, so now we have to write about what we learned in school for the day (as if this assignment could get any worse) so here it goes… Today in my biology class we had to dissect frogs, which was one of the most disgusting things I’ve ever heard of! Who does that anymore? I mean really, what is it supposed to teach us? Are we living in 1962? Other than the fact that I never EVER want to be a doctor, veterinarian, or anything where you have to work near a swamp, what am I supposed to learn from this? I already knew I never want any of those careers anyway (after years of watching my Daddy getting all up in people’s ear wax, I’ll pass) so even that isn’t much of a lesson. The frogs reek and they are soaked in the same stuff as dead people! I don’t want to smell like that and I certainly don’t want to touch it. I don’t even like to catch frogs outside, why would I want to play around with a dead one??After I refused to participate with my group (mostly because I didn’t want to get frog juice on my new denim jacket) my teacher said I was being disruptive and threatened to give me detention. I told him I’d be happy to go to detention so that way I could spend plenty of time writing letters to every animal rights group in the country about how a mean teacher made a sweet, innocent, very pretty high school girl cut up a dead frog while she cried and told him she didn’t believe in it. Guess what happened?!? The short version is he gave me a B on the assignment. So I guess I did learn something in my Biology class today- that I’m a great negotiator! Looks like the Breelands might have a future lawyer in the family! See Lemon, George Tucker wasn’t our only hope.