Workathon was today. We got stuck painting a pavillion at Milward Park. In case you ever see a bright orange glow out of the corner of your eye while driving on I-75, that would be our fluorescent pavillion. Some highlights from the day:

"We like to paint, paint, paint, tables and pavillions" - a little song Mr. Conn made up and decided to sing for us while we were busy painting.

"Did you get her number? Yeah, 9-11." - Garrett getting busted by a female cop for driving his quad on the soccer fields.

"After he brutally threw her into the boards he started biting off her fingers. He stopped only after repeatedly stabbing her in the chest. Hey, I tell it how I saw it." - what I heard happened to a poor sophomore girl. It has to be true, considering my sources.

Me and a friend were just talking last night about how the girls in our class can't throw a football. In perfect irony, I watched a few girls attempt to play football. At first we had to explain the rules, which didn't really help. We showed them how to kick the football and they eventually gave up on throwing all together. But the hilarity still prevailed. A couple hours later I think they finally got the basics. Pretty sad; but really, really, funny. Girls can be funny by themselves, but when you throw a football into the mix: absolute insanity/hilarity.