SATURDAY SCHOOL.

Pre- Saturday School: It's 7:30 am. ON SATURDAY. Why am I awake? It's funny you should ask. I happen to have school in an hour. Awesome. Oh, how I love Biology.

Post- Saturday School: I am alive. It wasn't too bad. Two hours of complete boredom, actually. Usually I'm bored in class because I can't even begin to follow the lesson because the teacher is rambling on and on in French. But today, I was bored because the teacher was rambling on and on in English. I'm sure you're wondering why I am in an English Biology class...or maybe not. But I'm going to tell you anyway. The students in my class happen to be EXTREMELY FREAKING SMART, and they CHOSE to take Biology in English as a challenge. Weirdos. Well anyway, we're learning about the heart, which I was extremely well informed about in 7th grade health class, so everything is just a review for me. We watch videos in English and have to take notes, and I am always picked to read my notes because naturally, I understand what's going on. Then I read my notes, 3 words per minute with excessive announciation, and a giant lightbulb goes on over everyone's head. I can see it sometimes, I swear. So at the end of class today, Mr. Vanrapenbusch announces that there will be a test on the heart next Saturday. Easy, I thought. As I'm packing up my stuff, he walks over to me and says, "Payton? You will take the test in French." Sweet. A great end to a great Saturday morning...

I went shopping after school though, so the day was pretty much redeemed, in my eyes.

(The shirt says, "I want fashion and boys." I guess this pretty much sums up the mind of an American teenage girl...)