World's a delight. I don't know what the dealio is with Hittites, Aryans, Parthians, Olmecs, or that Kong Fuzi dude, but what I do know is that Tarzan was the first inhabitant of North America and he utilized iron metallurgy to fashion himself a Mazda [Ahura model]. Anyhow, I suppose I got a B on that test, but I swear to you that Zoroastrianism did not have the influence of the belief of heaven and hell on later religions. I would bet my lucky penny on it. I would bet my second lucky penny on the fact that Greece was unified under Pericles but it may be that it was a group of autonomous city-states and Pericles was just faking it. Needless to say, I haven't looked up any information since Friday, seeing as how I'll learn the same information on Monday. Besides my test grade, I also want to know 1) where I'm going to be seated and 7) who I'll be sitting next to. If I sit near the front or near her desk, no more talking about how much I love art and about how second period reminds me of my second grade field trip to the South Pole. Or is it the North Pole? Where do you see polar bears? Doesn't say in my dictionary, but hey, this is pretty interesting.
polar bear n : a large creamy-white bear that inhabits arctic regions
Well how about that? Creamy-white. Like whipped cream. Or cream cheese. Or vanilla ice cream. For my seventh point, I wouldn't mind sitting by Melissa, Derek, AJ, Elaine, the NeoRam, or any of the sophomores that I know quasi-well. I would rather not sit by people who eat everyday in there, people who have sat in front of me at one time or another in that class [one person falls into these first two categories], people who ask me everyday if there was a reading check in AP Psych, people who write bad jeopardy questions and thus force their credibility and intelligence into question, and people who talk like they know everything. I also wouldn't mind sitting by walking into the class and sitting by Kristin Kreuk, after which she would profess her undying love for me and beg me to let her in my life. I'd play it cool, acting nonchalant while portraying some mild interest in the thought of allowing her to pine after me day after day. Then Tom Welling, realizing that I had initiated another one of my fantasies, would come, beat me up, and lay waste onto my backpack and face. Then he'd walk off with Kristin, arm in arm. I'd take a minute to catch my breath and rearrange my face, and then die after seeing my Chapter 1-12 exam grade. Prolonged daydreams are exciting!