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Nice Childs....
...written on 2004-11-10, @ 9:47 p.m.
Tonight I taught a religion class. My dad was busy harvesting crops and they needed a replacement. So I took my mom's class because it was small and the kids are younger. (Your favotire age, Kayla, 10) My mom took my dad's class because they are demon children and my dad didn't want me to have to deal with all their crap.
So I got there and after I convinced that yes I was their substitute and they would listen to me things went off fine.
At the beginning we started a prayer and I forgot how 4th graders won't hold hands with the opposite sex(a few more years and that three letter word will be almost all they think about). Sheesh. Well after I almost had to threaten to Kerazy Glue their hands together for the rest of the class. We said the prayer wonderfully.
We discussed the Ten Commandments and they had to draw a picture of one of the Commandments. Luckily, none of them picked the one about adultery. Whoooooooohoooo.
Then they played religious hangman (I find that contradiction funny)and wrote prayers to start and end class. Finally we finished off with some brownies because it was Alec's birthday. My teeth are still sore so it took me forever to eat it and it was a painful snack.
This is going to annoy some of you... John hasn't called for two nights straight. I don't want to call him because I called Tuesday and then he might think I am obsessive (I am only somewhat obsessive). Then he might get freaked out and break up with me and I would drive all my friends nutts when I go Physco(er) and cry and get depressed. My horoscope seemed to agree and said to let whoever I wanted to talk to make the first move.
So I won't get to see him until tomorrow. He did something nice for me today. He told me not to think he would come to my locker between classes and walked me to art. I was excited but surprised and I did another dumb ego crushing thing. Bad Kassie.
Last night my parents shelled corn till 4:30 this morning. They kept coming in the house all night long banging about the house and waking me up. Then Kayla's mom called around a half a dozen times but I was so out of it I couldn't get up to answer the phone. My parents are now ordering em to go to bed, so I have to go.