Man. I never wrote about anything. Like how Disneyland went. Or even how the trip the Magic Mountain (that happened a week after I went to Disneyland) went.
Disneyland was fun, Magic Mountain was awesome. There.
Though, in Magic Mountain, I rode all the “Thrill: MAX” rides (that didn’t require money) plus Ninja. And I rode Goliath twice. There were barely any lines because it was the Thursday before Memorial Day Weekend.
And I got a Wii. But I still have no games.
Yesterday was the eighth grade Promotion Party. Which is basically a dress-up dance for only eighth graders at the end of the school year. It was at night from 07:00-10:00 PM. It was so. fun.
Man, the gym was divided in half (our gym has dividers in the middle), one was the ‘dark side’ where everyone dances, and one was the ‘light side’ where there’s food and drinks. What I liked about the dark side was when they played stupid rap music and everyone was just, jumping up and down in a HUGE group. Or ‘moshing.’ My friends and I got in the middle of some of those huge groups for fun and found that it’s… very hot inside. Everyone’s body heat is around you.
The food wasn’t bad. And there was a professional photographer with steep prices.
Today, all we did in band was watch a movie. Throughout the movie, we kept smelling smoke. Some people thought it was just someone smoking in the hallway, of course. I thought it smelled of candles.
But me and two friends left band early, and outside the band door (but closer to the hallway door) was the metal trashcan. With orange flames coming out of it. Of course, the G-hall where this took place is empty except for band in the morning.
So I, obviously, froze and we said a “OMG” and my heroic friend (or at least, more heroic than me) ran back into the band room and said, “There’s a fire in the trashcan!” And I feebly said, “Fire! In the trashcan!” And I let out a half-giggle.
Everyone started to panic, and I ran out to go to the office since no one really seemed to be doing anything. When I looked back, people were just running out of the hall.
So I reached the office and that office lady whose name I’m not that sure of was on the phone and I heard her say, “What?! Fire?!” And the vice principal came out and she said, “Oh, there may be a fire in G2.” Totally inaccurate, but I just reinforced it by saying, “YES THERE IS A FIRE-IN-A-TRASHCAN IN G-HALL OUTSIDE BAND.”
And the vice principal ran out to G-hall with his walkie-talkie. But by the time he got there, Victor, the security-guard/kid-watcher person had already distinguished it. And I saw smoke.
Unfortunately, this only spread along the grape vine, and there seemed to be no sinister plot against band. The administration never mentioned it. All the excitement of runaway band members telling people went away before first period. This sucked.
I think it’s very exciting compared to a normal morn’ of band, though.
Oh, but what’s the point if it’s on the Unhappiest Day of the Year?