Today I rode my bike to school in a suit, fake nose, drawn-on moustache and plastic bowler hat.... all for the amusement of Ms Rackley. It worked. Her reaction: *laughter* "That's exactly how I pictured you!!"
You see, on the weekend I received this e-mail from her:
moustache, hat and pipe - your email tag sounds quite
the detective. - ooohhh and a British accent. Yes -
(That'll do pig.)
After handing her the above 'business card' I made up and spending most of the lesson taking "detective notes" (the one she read as she walked past me read "Ms Rackley – leader?? Children – Stupid?") and actually WORKING (holy damn yes I love this unit!! Wooo Brecht! We're doing Homophobia -Quinn's script- and I'm the 'butch dyke lesbian' stereotype so I get to wear OVERALLS!! I haven't worn overalls since I was 10!! SQUEE!) I don't think she's mad at me anymore. I rule!
Well it's 11:25 and Rackley just told me in an e-mail that I might be able to GO TO SUB-CON WARRIOR 1 (which I have been whining over the fact that it's sold out and I can't go... but maybe I can)!! And that was my point, I have to see her before school, therefore I must sleep now so that I am able to be awake and at school at *gasp* 8am (THERE IS NO GOD!).
G'night Mr Journal. Things are looking pretty good today, let's just hope it stays that way.
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