Funerals and Subs On Drugs

I've gone to two funerals this school year and I hope that I don't have to attend another one. The first one, I didn't go to the visitation and it was packed out because it was a kid from our school. It felt like what a funeral should be. Sad and important.
The second one was someone that I knew very well and it felt so weird. We went to the visitation and she was in the coffin with it open, just laying there and looking like she could sit up any moment.
Everyone, and there weren't many people, was sitting around, talking, laughing, and just carrying on like the body of their mom, sister, and friend wasn't right there.
It stayed like that the entire time and it just made me really uncomfortable.
For the actual funeral service the front two pews were barely even stocked. Nobody seemed too upset and the service was mostly music instead of talking about her.
We got to the actual funeral and it took less then five minutes. A preacher said that it was the last time we would see her and it was over. At the other person's funeral, it lasted over thirty minutes with people wanting to put flowers on his grave and say goodbye.
It just felt really eerie...

So, while I'm typing this and trying to gather my thoughts, it's really not working.
I really wanted to organize my mind by writing this, but I can't because I'm in my writing class and I don't have any headphones.
I'm also pretty sure that this sub is on drugs.
He kept interrupting our work to talk about IT. Not IT by Stephen King but IT. When he says it, we don't know anything about what the hell he's talking about. He randomly says, "You don't know me or what I mean."
Other than that, I can't even catch on to what he's saying. It doesn't make any sense. Seriously, I'll type a bit of what he's saying as he says it. Keep in mind, the current context...There is none. We're just sitting around and listening to him talk.
"Let me tell you something right now. There is nothing to make you feel better, well, I don't care if you feel good or not. To make you feel better, there is nothing that you can think of that hasn't been thought of."

"If anyone could bottle or capture it, there is nothing that smells better than a newborn baby. A newborn baby has that smell up unto a year old."
"That smell, a newborn baby. If you ever get a chance to smell a baby, they smell soooo good."

"Yin and yang is yin and yong. Do you know which is which? Which is dark?"

That Not So Awesome Lunch Experience Part Two

Of course, hippo-deer is not the only thing that we did during lunch. That would just be boring. Oh, compare milks and then eat like good little children. <3
Our teachers only wish that we were complacent and good, but that's never the case... Okay, maybe when we're too lazy to do anything stupid which may happen more than we like to admit.

Usually after we eat, I start a game of ninja.
In ninja, you take turns. You can only move once during your turn and you want to try and strike your opponent's hand. When somebody goes to strike your hand, you are allowed to dodge and hope that you don't fall. You may not hide your hand behind your back unless it has been struck, then it must stay behind your back at all times and can not be used.
We start out with three or four people from our table and then people decide that they want to join the stupidity. Imagine about twenty highschoolers in awkward positions, trying not to fall and hitting each other while pretending to be ninjas.

It's always an amusing image. <3 I'll try to catch a picture of a game one day and put it on here.

Next there comes the plotting. This usually takes place while we're shoveling down food or playing some odd game.
From our plotting, we have managed to get the entire cafeteria to walk out of the school in protest of the Lee High Walkout (Several people also played a large role in this, we just helped), we had the entire cafeteria sing happy birthday to the principal, and we threw him a going away party.

Yeah, happy birthday may sound lame... It was pretty epic though. We made banners with Spongebob on them and had someone dress up as Spongebob. The song went like this,
"Happy Birthday to you.
Happy Birthday to youuuu-
Oh, who lives in a pineapple under the sea?
MR. PARVIN!"
You should get the point though.

Today we ate and then two of us, me and a friend, retreated to the photography classroom where I like to make my domain amongst the darkroom and Photoshop.
Unfortunately.... The darkroom is off limits at the moment because the new photography teacher is scared of the dark... And in turn, scared of the darkroom.