SpoilerIn Chemistry today, we made sugar dust by mixing acids, sugar, and jelly crystals. All of ours turned out like death itself had peed in our beakers if death pee was cherry-flavored and sugary. Everybody was super disappointed in the Chemistry teacher for lying to us about the promised candy. But then she had us try the stuff that she made.

It. Tasted. Meh. Not exactly the best sugar dust anybody has tasted, BUT IT WAS DIMENSIONAL PLANES BETTER THAN WHATEVER WE MADE. Everybody was all like "wtf. what sort of witchery is this???" and went back to our seat defeated in our abilities to make candy not taste like cand-onteatthis.

So we poured all our collective shame and horrible flour-y-like substances into this huge beaker instead of down the drain where it belonged (Chemistry teacher said to do it instead of that) and were met with a surprise in the form of an unsuspecting can of soda.

Oh yeah this was happening. That was what I thought as she grabbed the can in her hand with the beaker in the other. And then she did...THE THING.

WHABLAMO! The Chemistry teacher poured that sucker's fizzy contents into our hot messes like I suspected and created some sort of foamy soda-candy hybrid as if she was a mad scientist obsessed with powdered confectioneries. Then, someone had the great idea to chug it all down like a doofus and so chug it down they did in the face of many phones wired to SnapChat.

After the first gulp, they stopped their senseless chugging and went straight to the sink to wash their unholy mouths. They said it tasted as death-pee-ish as all the others except with a little more sugar and less cherry. Needless to say, their suffering was hilarious. It was a right-o tiem for everyone there though, despite the torture our tongues were subjugated to. As the first class of the day, we decided to let all the other classes suffer through that experience that will inevitably lead to some doofus, or even a whole load of doofuses, chugging down the soda-candy concoction for entertainment of all. It was our job to keep this sacred secret for all the others shall go through the same hand that we had and thus, end the class with much merriment and brotherhood.

With a collective nod and a whole barrel of super-serious laughter, we wrote down the strange happenings in our lab reports and departed from the lab with an air of successful failure.

SpoilerI love my PATH teacher (Basically a career, motivation, and leadership teacher). She makes dank memes used by all the students and yet she sounds super sassy-serious about anything she says. Everybody else loves her, too and a week ago, we all found out about the donation project that has been started by her (via Community Service Club) to help fund leukemia research.

About every teacher and some faculty members has a decorated milkjug, and the students can choose which jug to donate to. The top three jugs that have the most money get to have its corresponding persons get pied in the face.

She should've known we would've overloaded her jug on day one.

Of course, she also told us afterwards that whatever this mess we're doing? She's looking at it all disapproving. 'Said that if we were her kid, she would smack us all upside the head for doing it.

She's still winning by a landslide though! I heard from someone that she literally has triple the amount of the person in third place. I'm happy because she's like the BFF of the whole school and it's good that we're all comfortable enough here to have her get pied, while not having flaming balls of wrath rain down from us from the heavens.

In other news I GOT A FREAKING 208 ON MY NMSQT SCORE (1370 on my PSAT!). It's probably not high enough to get that sweet, sweet scholarship money, but I am so close, and it's making me excited!