throwing rocks (in more ways than one)

(Transferred from my old blog on 18 August 2008.)

Is it just me or do coffee drinkers smell from the coffee? Eeeeew! So, I need to work harder on school. Help me! I think I need to get my grade up in several classes (from a B or B+, but still). One of my teachers says he doesn't give As. I've worked really hard in that class, and he has to cancel it all the time. I don't think that's fair that he can't dedicate his time when we do, and he still can't give us the grades we deserve.

On Saturday, I left the FHL to drive to Clay's house. I was heading south on I-15 and there were these Mexican dudes on my left in the carpool lane. They kept looking over at me, and I just rolled my eyes to myself and wondered what they were doing. Then they pulled up ahead, and I saw them roll down the window, and throw something out of it! A rock or something came hurtling at me and hit my windshield, cracking it! It freaked me out! I was so MAD! I followed them, wondering what to do, and got their license plate number, then called Mom. She told me to call the police, but I had to wait until I got to Clay's house. I reported all of it, but they never called back like they said they would. Why would anyone DO THAT? Bah!