Ale: *holding my hands* You're cold.
Me: I am. It's too early for this shit.
Ale: It's 32 degrees outside.
Me: It's OCTOBER!!
Ale: You should wear more layers.
Me: I have a tank top, long sleeve shirt, and this sweater on.
Ale: You should bring a sweatshirt.
Me: I'm lazy.
Ale: Bring one and keep it in your locker.
Me: I don't know where my locker is. Plus, I'll forget about it.
Ale: Really?
Me: Yeah. I carry around my locker.
Ale: Your whole whoppin' two books?
Me: Two binders, two textbooks. And my Geometry binder's heavy, considering the fact that Mr T gives us homework every day!
Ale: *laughs*
Ste: *walks up to Ale and grabs his arm* Hey Ale, wanna start taking meth? We'll go down in drug lord history!
Me: *giggles* Oh for fuck sake...
Ale: Oh man. Sure-
Me: Ya know, if ya wanna get fucked up twice as fast, don't take meth, take Math! You won't know what the fuck is happening! Cuz I sure as shit don't!
Ale: I thought you were the Math Queen?
Sti: Who do you have: Mr A, Mr T, Mr S, Mrs B, or Mr H?
Me and Ale: Mr T!
Sti: Oh god...

(The school let the teachers dress up like TV show, book, or movie characters. Mr T had a white button up, black tie, Superman tshirt, black slacks, and darker rimmed glasses! He went as Clark Kent!! Imagine having Clark Kent teach Geometry to you!! No one was okay!! No boy, no girl!!)