Adventurous Adventures Are Always Adventurous.

So, school is almost over. I feel very young saying that, especially since I'll be a sophomore next year. Starting high school...it's kinda like walking into a bar after you've just turned twenty-one (assuming you've followed the laws and not had any alcohol and are therefore the best son or daughter EVER). Then you look around and you see that guy that's been there since nine that morning, passed out on the floor...that couple that's eyeing each other across the room--a one-night-stand waiting to happen....that social drunk guy that always gets up in everybody's business and starts talking to strangers and will probably puke on your shoe sometime in the night...and all those teenagers with fake I.Ds dancing with their beers near the bar, head banging and not noticing when they spill beer down each other's shirts.
It's all very overwhelming.

Okay, so maybe it's not EXACTLY like that...

Anyway, you feel old and all grown-up and stuff when you start high school. That is, until you see anybody else besides your freshman buddies. Y'know? You're like...God, I can't even DRIVE yet. Except for that one chick that turned fifteen during the summer...lucky bitch.
And then you're a sophomore and you act all arrogant and try to control the "stupid freshman." Then suddenly you're a junior and then a senior and then they take a poker thingie and usher you out of the school like sheep (and cows, and pigs, and hippopatimuseseses), and you have to make it on your own and you become a poor college student.
Yaaay, freedom...

OKAY. We had an adventure in school today! This IS an adventure to me.
You all remember tornado drills, yes? Get in the hallway or locker room, duck and cover. Well, the sirens went off, and we were all grumbly and "Grr, I don't wanna sit on the concrete, it's only first hour and I'm tired."
Then, the principal guy says: "This is not a drill. Repeat, this is NOT a drill."
Oh my.
Freakout.
Well, all of us in the band hallway didn't freak out THAT much. We just put our heads against the wall and took it in stride. It was vaguely frightening when people started trekking in from the outdoors, absolutely SOAKED.
But we wasted twenty minutes of class in the hallway just chatting with our friends while ducking and covering and playing hand games after we were allowed to sit up. I guess we all figured, hey, we're in a concrete building and if we die, we'll be with friends.

Also, I found THIS scratched inside a bathroom stall today:
"Gatekeeper, the seasons wait for your nod,
Gatekeeper, you hold your breath and winter goes on and on."
I tried all day to figure out what it was.
I finally did.
It's a quote from a song by Feist, called Gatekeeper.
...Next to the quote, somebody else had scratched, "WTF???"


Love
Love
Love
Samm

Song Quote Of Note: (See above).
Title: Gatekeeper.
Artist; Feist.
I have no idea what it means. But I like it.