  What defines a crappy morning? Is it recovering from your three and a half hours of sleep? Is it forgetting a pair of socks to wear for PE? Is it somewhere in remembering you have a quiz in first period? Is it a general feeling of "Oh, shit, I hate school"? I submit that it is a culmination of these and many, many other things.
But my day was salvaged, as usual, by 11:08-- lunch time. By the end of third period, it has been five and a half loooong hours since breakfast. So a glorious lunch of tufu squares was well appreciated. Robin's ex and his very, very good-looking friend who are both 18 (and therefore out of school) joined us for lunch. Minus the ever-present awkward vibes between Robin and John (said ex-boyfriend) it was a pleasant experience. I was called, sincerely, smart and classy.
But the high of my day came in my tutoring class, fifth period. We've begun our first novel, which in reality is basically glorified 100-page disaster. Somehow it passes for literature in the eyes of this crazy teacher, whose name I have yet to pronounce correctly. Biard. How the hell is one suppose to say that? Bird?
Beard? Anyway, if she's not up to offering the correct pronunciation, I'm not up for saying it right. So, clearly, the "novel" is worthless, and not the significant part of that class. The significance lies in, surprise surprise, a boy. A Junior named Trevor. Trevor is amazingly charismatic, the kind of person who sucks you into their realm without trying at all.
A vehement Pink Floyd and Gonnies fan, it takes a lot of will to not stare at him for the fifty-two minutes fifth period entails. We read the book for most of class, where I was very good about concentrating on explaining English words like "handcuffs" and "within" to Darya. One character in the book was the "popular and perfect" boy named David Ruggles. Most of the first chapter explains how every girl wants to walk to class with him, and how gorgeous he is. As I was leaving class, Trevor held the door open for me and said, quite cleverly: "I'll be your David Ruggles... walk with me. " Such and exchange was much appreciated, and I found that I have now developed a deep crush.
Oh the joys of being fifteen and female. Affectionately... Anna 
