So, Jack drove down just to lecture me today. Instead, we started talking about his hell raising school days(he passed with a 4.0) but the teachers hated him. Like pie. you know, 3.14, or whatever it is. Everytime he need to put down pie...he put down "cake", and got it wrong. (I honestly dont see how he could lecture me anyways. I mean, it wasn't my fault Mrs. Wilson was practically begging me to degrade her in English...she did use inncorrect grammer on the board. And the whole business with the morse code I wrote on my desk, so I could pass the term paper cant be counted, because it was the teacher's fault for getting me interested in the first place...besides, I would have failed otherwise, but no...I was, and I quote "putting my good talents to waste, because I didn't aply myself", thats what the princple said) So yeah. Whatever, hypocrite. Rhonda mentioned today that yesterday Beth showed up to school wearing glasses, and in Chem, had to be forced to take them off. Ha! Im good. Still no word from John, and Im really starting to get worried.