Sheet #2:
Once upon a time there was a purple seal.  Her name was Alfredo.  She loved to roller blade and make daisy chains.

Sheet #3:
One day, Alfredo went to her favorite daisy patch to make chains.  To her horror, she discovered that the word "LOUIE" had been burned into the grass...twice!  She was so sad that she killed her brothers.  The end.

Sheet #4:
Alfredo attended Lowell High School in San Francisco, California.  Unfortunately, she was a seal, so she got kicked out.  Saddened, she spent the rest of her days frolicking in the sea.  THE END

Sheet #4 was borne out of Megan's rejection of Sheet #3--she said that it would only encourage more of this behavior, which I agree with.  After Megan and I finished doing a terrible job of re-covering the Peer Resources board with brown paper after school today, only Sheet #2 and Sheet #4 made it up.  I decided against stapling Sheet #1 up for the same reasons.

... Now, after school YESTERDAY was a disaster.  Sort of.  Wednesdays is the normal day for PRO-Catwalk meetings in T-14B.  Unfortunately, due to Adee's absence, by the time I scrambled down to the bungalows, the door was locked.  I tried going next door, to the Wellness Center, but it was locked too.  Megan, Jonathan and Ruby were off doing their own thing, and it was my job to get into the room.  Crud.

I was pretty irritated after neither Megan, Ruby or Jonathan answered my cell phone calls, the fact that my Chemistry binder (with my homework...) was in the room, and that fifteen minutes of knocking didn't elicit any responses.  As expected, I lost my temper and proceeded in violently kicking, bashing, pounding and punching the door to the Wellness Center.  By this time, my three friends had arrived and were confused as to why the door was locked shut.

My violent outburst brought out this lady that I've never seen before to the door.  My first reaction was, "Yay, finally!" ... though that later shifted to, "Why the hell didn't you open the stupid door?"  I didn't count on her being in a bad mood as well.

Amanda: WeareapartofPeerResourcesandweneedtousetheroomtodayafterschool.
Lady: Calm down!  Say that again.
Amanda: [inhaling] We're from Peer Resources and we're supposed to use the room for a meeting today.
Lady: Well, we were told to promptly lock up.  Can't you meet in the main building instead?
Amanda: No.  Adee ALWAYS lets us use the room.
Lady: Well, I can't let you in.
Amanda: ... Let me at least get my books; they're inside.
Lady: Alright, fine, but--what's your name?
Amanda: Amanda.
Lady: You need to calm down.  I'm in the middle of a session and you can't be--doing this!

She let me in (rather hesitantly, might I add) and I stumbled into the other room, nearly breaking a coffee table on the way to my Chemistry binder.  I scooped up my possessions and decided against going the way I came--the last thing I wanted was to exchange another word with the lady--so I just went out through the door for T-14B.

And then, I heard her voice.

Lady: Close the door!

I didn't say anything, holding the door open and turned away, ignoring her.

Lady: Close the door, now!

I shifted myself away from the door and let it shut.  And I felt like crap.  Ergo, in a "I hope that lady dies a horrible, horrible, terrible, bloody death before ever seeing the light of day again" way.

And we left.  Since it was relatively early, before 4PM, the four of us headed off to Noreiga to unwind.

... And, yeah.  Adee asked Megan and I about the incident today after school.  Turns out it was all a product of miscommunication--Adee had forgotten to tell someone to leave the place open for us.  Gah.

And now I have to go apologize to the lady.

Well, I don't "have to," but Megan wants to.

But I don't.

I hate apologizing to adults.

I guess I have to live up to this.

...