Today was our very first activity in PE class: Warm-up exercises. We've been devided into 4 groups with about 10-12 people in it. Thankfully I've been put in a group were both leaders know how to dance, Jo and Kat. I was a big sweaty mess after that, stretching around outside the hot morning sun. I hate sweating. What I was shocked to see was John talking both to Kat and Jo, after Thursday's incident. Jo told me that John already forgave them, texting her that when he encounters certain stuff like that he forgets it easily. Yupyup! After we've been graded group by group, Prof. Villanueva had us put into a little game called Dr. Quack Quack. Hehe. Our group was finally let free by another group's leader, and our group leader freed another group, which means were exempt from certain consequences I can't say what. :) When the fun was over we were led back to the classroom to start discussions. The prof wrote something on the board that we should copy, but I had that Bubble Gang hangover and I was too lazy to write. Then she assigned us to take an opposite group's height and weight for next week's activity. Unfotunately, we've been matched up with the boys' group (trust me, there are very few of them in our class), and you know who my partner was? RJ himself. When he found out the guy wouldn't stop waggling his brows at me. Tsk. It's gonna be a hard time, because he's just so damn tall. After our break we all headed off to the next class: NSTP. I predicted a lot of boring films. Discussed a bit, per se, but that wackjob Prof. Vela announced there will be a quiz after that. I barely listened, but I've been reading, and I'm positively sure I aced it. Luckily Aaron the goth was sitting next to me to whisper sweet nothings that were called "answers to the questions that I can't answer." :P When the quiz was over and Prof. Vela announced the final roll call before dismissal, Aaron and I chatted for a while. Then he asked me the most surprising question: If I went through the traumas of love. I simply shook my head, saying that I never involved myself with a guy since birth, but my heart was broken so many times that it led me to the transformation of my kikay stage to my darker side. Surprisingly Aaron went through the same thing, just that he used to be so freakin' nerdy and he claimed that he's been used so many times.That was his side of the story, but I really don't want to dig deeper and know because I might offend the guy. Oh well. Goths like him all went through bad shit, so I can't blame him. Then we were dismissed. Yehey! The end!