Lesson 1: THE POWER OF PLAID

It was the weirdest thing we've ever seen. When the kids knew an answer to a question, they raised their hand. Why, I don't know. No one told them to do it, they just did. Borderline creepy, if you ask me.

Gazzy, the consummate troublemaker and voice-thrower extraordinaire, did an impression of their teacher that threw the kids for a total loop! Whatever page the students were asked to turn to in their books, he would repeat...and add 15. It was brilliant, I tell you. Brilliant!

Angel noticed that all the girls were "Dressed like Britney Spears." (The 1999 version, that is.) White button down shirts with lapels, blazers with little emblems on them, ties, and lots and lots of plaid. Maybe they're all Scottish or something? I'm not sure, but it must get itchy and really uncomfortable fast. I'm scratching already!

Uniforms are a confusing thing. Everyone looks the same and, well...uniform. That doesn't sound like much fun to me. Whatever happened to encouraging being unique? I wonder if Ella's school is like this. I hope not.

Max