Today, there was this students vs. faculty thing at my school, where you had to pay $2 to get in, but I chose not to view it.

They sent me, along with about 200 other kids to go into the cafeteria, where we would eventually be divided into classrooms.

Obviously, my trend whore friends found me before I could try to hide from them, so I sat with them at first.

I saw a /b/tard friend of mine, holding a guitar, and I now had a decent excuse to disregard the trend whore friends, and stay with the 'hentai club' friends as I call them. Most of them (not the /b/tard one, surprisingly, but rather the people that are associated with him) are obsessed with Anime and such, and never shut the fuck up about how much they love cliche plots, voice acting, characters, and drawings.

But I went with them anyways, because Anime douchebags > Hot Topic trend whores.

Little did I know that they were traveling to some bitchy math teacher's room, where they didn't allow anybody to talk.

When the teacher announced that I stood up, and exclaimed to the entire class how anybody who has the integrity to remain in the room is far more courageous than I, because I cannot stand to have a silent room, so I paraded out the door.

I ended up going back to the cafeteria, luckily I was one of the only ones there. There were a few straglers who didn't have any friends to go with, and a few jock kids who were ditching their study hall that they have a choice to go to. They're really fucking rebellious.

The jock kids started throwing shit at me, but after a minute the jocks were out of half empty milk cartons, so I continued to read.

Some teacher saw that I was reading a biography of Che Guevara, and started talking about how he had just seen the movie "Che", I'm assuming he saw the one made in 2008, which was a pretty good movie in my opinion.

I tried leaving the cafeteria, but got caught by a teacher. Normally I'd come up with some excuse, and say 'OH I'M RETURNING TO MY STUDY HALL RIGHT NOW' and went into a random teacher's classroom, but the teacher who caught me seemed like a nice guy, and I remember him substituting for a math class of mine last year, so I decided to return to the cafeteria.

After what seemed like hours, we were allowed to go to our next period class.

On the walk through the frigid, dry, lip-chapping climate of New Hampshire home from the bus stop, a neighbor of mine decided to build a snow man in the road again, but I suggested that we build two.

So we had these crudely made piles of snow made in the middle of the street, side by side, and just as we were finishing a yellow pickup truck comes by and spots us, and we flee into the woods, as he avoids the clumps of snow.

We had ran into a ton of thorn bushes, and I have cuts all over my legs now. It was actually pretty funny thinking about it.

The middle school bus eventually came, and we hid in our planned out hiding spot, this time behind a huge rock, rather than in a thorn bush, and the bus totally missed the snowmen.

I didn't get to see if the bus hit it on the way back, because it was really fucking cold out, and I decided to go home.