Lovin' hoover

I miss having butterflies. I haven't had them in a really long time. and i really miss them.
I guess it's good right now not getting butterflies.
When i say butterflies, i mean that feeling deep down in the pit of your stomach that makes you want to pee and run through a field at the same time. I know, what a combo.

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Last week there was a lock down at my school. I was in an FCA meeting with Carter, Kristina, Amanda, and a few other people. Apparently a text message got sent around saying this kid had a gun and he was going to use it at 12:20. So...yeah...there was a lockdown.

Sitting in that classroom for a half hour made me think about everything that i love about Hoover. Weird, right? At a time like that people usually reminisce about all the OTHER sucky things about Hoover (yes, this has happened before).

• I love the teachers treat you like adults. that they are real with you. That they aren't perfect and that they make mistakes too. I don't know if those are just my teachers, but i can honestly say that every single teacher i've had this year LOVES their job and LOVES teaching us kids.

• I love the random conversations. Just walking from Mr. Stafford's yearbook class to Ms. Leyba's English class Becky, Jeff and I hear so many parts of conversations that we could probably write a novel about them!
  For example: "then the girl just touched mah a**!"
  "Hey shawty...wutchoo doin gurrr..."
  "I ain't nah muddaF*** *&%*^% you ^&*^&^. you can just go..."
  "And then she like, held his hand and then we like, went on the ride together
  and it was like, so, like scary until..."
  "why does it always smell like pot in the boys bathroom?" (freshman)
  
  thus...the conversations.
  
• I love the schedule. We get out at 2:30 three days a week, the other two days we get out at 1:50.
  
  'nuff said.
  
• I love the security guards. They are the laziest people i know. And they totally racial profile students. trust me...we ran a test in journalism that consisted of sending different kids from our racially and socially diverse class past the security guards. When Becky and I walked by (2 sweet innocent white girls with binders in our hands and bows in our hair) they said nothing to us. But when Max (gangsta thug boy with a big ol' diamond stud and baggy clothes...but definitely a good writer and a great asset to out class last year) walked by they stopped him and asked him what he was doing and why he was out of class.
  There were other tests...but that proves enough.
  Plus the SG's are really lax on who goes off campus :)
  
• I love the rallies. We have BOMB rallies. the music, the dancers, the balloons, the signs, the games, the fun, the pictures...EVERYTHING is amazing.
  

I'm going to miss this school.

Well, we finally got out of the lock down an hour later. No one was harmed...it was supposedly a prank. So..whatever i guess. I just don't want to be there when everyone thinks its a "Hoover cries WOLF" time.