Diets and Davis

Last Tuesday was the first day of the fourth term. So, the teachers needed one day to organize the grades and finish little last minute things. We got Monday off. I was enjoying my day, sitting on my bed, basking in the sun, reading, and eating. For those of you who don't know yet, I have a... love, so to speak. I love JELLYBEANS!!!! K-mart was having a special (or so I thought), so I went and bought 4 bags of jelly beans: two jolly-rancher type jelly beans, and two starburst type jellybeans.

Anyway, here I am, enjoying myself: reading, basking, eating... who could ask for more? (Yes, I was eating Jellybeans, two at a time every like, 2 minutes) Well, my grandmother passed my room, and saw me eating (it's probably two our three hours after breakfast). She ran into the room, and STOLE MY JELLY BEANS!!!! You do NOT take my jellybeans, no siree bob. She dumped them back in the bag, and took the bag of jelly beans away from me.

"Let's go! Let's go eat! Did you eat breakfast?" She demanded. "YES!" I said. "I ate TWO bowls of cereal"-(I usually eat one)-"and I'm just a LITTLE hungry."

"Well," she said," as soon as you eat good BREAKFAST, LUNCH, DINNER, THEN you can have all the candy you want." She told me. WHAT?!!

She then proceeded to tell me about how her sister-in-law is having problems with her health, and they don't even know why. My grandma suspects it has to do with the fact that she (her sister-in-law) always ate sweets when she was young, and never ate 'healthily' enough. I tried my best not to smile.

She always tells me things like this: When I don't eat just ONE meal (not counting fasting), she things I'm going anorexic. I'm naturally skinny, so everyone worries about me not eating... especially her. She has told me (probably three times now) how when she was young, she was studying for ACT's, or something like that. Well, she didn't eat because of her studying. Come the day of ACT's, she got sick. Her hours and days of studying went (flush!) DOWN THE TOILET. So now she thinks I'm anorexic. IT'S A PAIN!!!!

When she wasn't looking, I ATE 4. Just because I didn't get to eat the original two. (HUMPH!)

Anyway, in English, we're getting into groups to present a lesson in class. There's this kid in my group who I shall call Big-Fat-Blonde-Moron. He's a jerk, and I REALLY don't like him. See, he was a jerk in Junior High to me. I never even TALKED to him, never TOUCHED him, and he HATES ME, was a complete JERK to me. I hate it. His EGO is HUGE... enough about him.

Anyway, he starts telling my group (most girls) about our science teacher. "Oh yeah, I was the only one who could debate with him and NOT get sent to the office." What? That barely makes sense (I wasn't really listening to the conversation, though). Then, he called my teacher a donkey... so to speak. Let's just say Big-Fat-Blonde-Moron likes to swear... LOTS.

I wanted to stand up and defend my science teacher. I liked him, because he really was funny. See, when we first met him, he was MEAN. We went and talked to my counselor to see if we could switch out of science. She told us to give him ONE chance; one chance, nad if it didn't work, then we could switch out.

But she gave us a hint. "Tell him jokes." She lent us a book of jokes, and we went in the morning the next day and told him one. He laughed. He was nicer to us, too. Well, we continued. Pretty soon, it became a routine. If he liked our jokes enough, he would give us a piece of candy. If not... bummer. But he was nice after that, too.

ANYWAY...