Decembre

C'est la 12e mois de l'annee!

It's the 12th month of the year!

Name: Mike-al

Location: The North Pole

Favorite Winter Song: Jingle Bells!

Over the Break: I wish I could go somewhere like Hawaii, but I guess not... Probably just gonna chill at my house, maybe hang out with some friends. Christmas party get-together, anyone? 

What I want for Christmas: Believe it or not, I'm actually undecided right now. Any suggestions?

*coughcoughahugfrombonniemaybecoughcough*

The Kids: 

They're cool. Super super excited about the break. But they're kinda worried about the Ap World packet and the test that's coming. There's also the speech, but I'm pretty sure that shouldn't be too big of a deal.  Michael had to tell a story in his French class today, and I thought it was pretty interesting.

Short summary:

So there's this guy named Rick, and he really likes this girl named Jackie. But, she doesn't know he exists cuz he's never talked to her. One day, Jackie's best friend, Sarah, tells Rick that Jackie is really into guys who are good at ping-pong. And that's a serious problem. Why? Because Rick has NEVER played ping-pong. So, he decided to go to his school's ping-pong club. He started to play a game against another boy... and he lost. Rick couldn't even hit the ball once. Rick's friend, Mick, was there too. He saw Rick play the game of ping-pong, and he couldn't stop laughing. Mick told Rick that if he wanted to impress Jackie, he had some serious work to do. But, Mick decided to help with Rick's training. After about 2 weeks, Rick was ready to head back to the ping-pong club. He started another match, against the same boy who he'd lost to. This time, Rick won! Jackie saw Ricks victory, and she was filled with surprise. She asked Rick to teach her some of his ping-pong skizzles.  They became good friends, and after a few months Rick mustered up the courage to ask Jackie out. THE END.

Booyah.

I know, it's such a touching story *sniff* (go Rick!)

I know you're all very impressed by Michael's complex, not-last-minute story.

Piano lesson's been moved to Tuesday! That means Friday nights are now open! Izz niiice! (Borat style)