Permission Slips and Field Trips.
Thanks to Nudge, we got the bloggy blog blog back. (Ick. Did I really just say that?)
Since she took it upon herself to begin our little game of show-and-tell, I can share the rest of the printouts I found about "Dr. Soup," as Ig likes to call him. His name is just too darn tongue-tying to say more than once without seriously botching it up.
In other news, I have a feeling that Mr. Pruitt still hates our guts, but at least the feeling is mutual. Something's up with that man, but I can't put my finger on it. Hmm.
Gotta run. They just made an announcement over the P.A. that we need to line up for the "field trip" - whatever that is. If it involves hiking through fields, tripping over shoelaces or something, these pennyloafers although completely heinous-looking, will keep me safe.
-Max
P.S. What the heck is a permission slip?
First the tripping, now the slipping. ...Why is school so freaking weird...and/or accident prone?