My Bio class

so I have this little class. ok, maybe it’s not that little – no wait. it is not little at all. no, it actually requires much thought, time, and work…and every once in a while it causes you to cautiously look down staircases, write on people with pens, and study in hallways. yes, the not so little class will do very weird things to you. the reason for this is that it is not just your average biology class. you know the: here are your biceps, this is your femur, these are you arteries type of biology class. no. this class is: here are your biceps and did you know that you have to memorize 20 pages on how it contracts and all the chemistry involved in it? oh and your femur? yeah – go color in your book alllll the different layers to that bone. oh and all the arteries you thought you knew? take that and multiply it by the largest number you can think of. then you’ll get how many there really are. mhmm. that is my biology class (I left out a lot to spare you the pain I endure). oh yes. this is my Advanced Biology plus Anatomy and Physiology class. psh. yeah. quite the mouth just to tell you what I take.

...but actually, this post is not to tell you all about yourself (trust me; you don’t want to know all about yourself). no this post is to tell you about two certain people who are the only reason I am not dead in this class. you see, there are these two girls that brighten my days so much. just the thought of them makes me feel happy and joyful and so excited to see them next : libby squamous tiren – your mom. kristen melodramatic emelio – thanks for trying to bomb that test. :) I lovelovelove them so much.

and that's why i wrote this.

and yes we do have pen battles and scare eachother with freaky stories that make certain people look down staircases when we are studying in my upstairs hallway...and much more.