This is your lucky day. I will give you an extended April Fools entry. Actually, I forgot to post about one thing that bugged me, so I'll get it off my manly chest hairs now:

On Wednesday the church went flyer passing. Me, Wesley, and Doug were stationed by the AP Gianinni/Ortega Library. There were these two mothers sitting on the flagpole where all those skaters do their tricks and get jacked up. Anyway, being the polite gentleman that I am, I went over to them and offered them a Summer Math Camp flyer. This is what the conversation sounded like:

Allan: "Hi, would you like a flyer?"
Old Hag: "What's it for?"
Allan: "It's for our summer math camp."
Old Hag: "No. We'll only accept it if you speak Chinese to us."
Allan: "Why?"
Old Hag: "Because we don't speak english. We only speak Chinese."
Allan: "You're speaking english right now."
Old Hag: "We only understand Chinese. You don't speak Chinese?"
Allan: "No."
Old Hag: "But aren't you Chinese?"
Allan: "Yea."
Old Hag: "Then we won't take it."
Allan: "You sure?"
Old Hag: "Yes."
Allan: "Alright."

I've always wondered why kids these days are a pain in the butt. Now I realize it's because of parents like these Chinese hags that I've encountered. Like Wesley said, there's just too much sassiness coming from kids and parents these days. And I tell you one thing, I don't appreciate no sas boy.

There was also this one kid I saw walking by. I offered him a flyer. I can't remember if he took it or not, but all I remember was him seeing me and running away. He even said my name. He was the kid that got me all fired up from the 7D class. He made me slam the door so hard I broke it. Somewhere in Lincoln High School, there's a door with a messed up hinge now, all because of that child. If he remembered my name, I must've had some effect on him. Hopefully it was a negative one, because I'm going for a Dennis Rodman-bad boy image.

Perhaps this will be the math-camp-free summer.