Screaming in History.

It's, once again, been a while since my last post.
I think once I have something to write about, it becomes a struggle to muster up enough motivation to actually turn my computer on. With my new phone, I haven't really gone on my actual computer in some time. The odd time to add music to my playlist, but that's the extent of it.
Honestly, I use my dad's computer more than my own because it's already on. Besides, I only use it to read my e-mail.

Anyways, I have a story. And, as the title implies, it begins in History class.
I think it was Wednesday or something and for some reason it was particularly chaotic. I mean, it's always pretty bad, but today was so much worse.

It started off pretty normal, I talked to my teacher about why my essay wasn't finished yet and all was well. But there is this one guy n my class who, for some reason, draws a shit load of attention to himself. Today was no different.

My teacher tends to dift a little from topics. By this I mean we could be discussing Queen Elizabeth I and how she changed England and then we'll be discussing Leonardo DiCaprio and how he has been a slow incline from complete shit to an amazing actor. I don't know how this happens, but it does. Every day.

Suddenly the power goes out, and since we weren't learning anything to begin with, people got really loud and weird. My friend started to scream "I can't see!" and covering her eyes even though the windows were all open and the teacher was doing a lecture. So there was nothing to see even if it was true.

Then the guy who likes attention starts to scream at the top of his lungs: "THIS IS AN UNSAFE LEARNING ENVIRONMENT!! I CAN'T BE HERE RIGHT NOW! LET ME LEAVE"
And of course, the power came back on.

At this point I was having a war of emotions between amused and angry. I couldn't tell you why, though.

So now I'm sitting in my friend's living room thinking back and actually smiling because it was such a random series of events that day.