"Bus!"

The week that yearbooks come in is like working at McDonald's when a bus pulls in.

Everyone wants their yearbook NOW! Parents call and interrupt class, as if getting their son/daughter's yearbook was the most important thing in the world.

Of course, it was Halloween Day when we distributed them, so it WAS fashionably late. But still, I feel like the most popular person at good old NHS. The only problem is that we are working on THIS year's yearbook, and it is going as slow as every other year.

Plus, the next step is selling ads, mainly because we are $7,000 short on last year's bill. Matt, my yearbook rep, said not to worry. But I'm worried.

Some days I feel like I'm riding the short bus. You know, I just heard that phrase for the first time this past year. For being so smart, sometimes, I sure am stupid.