Today, we had a cover teacher for French, as our regular teacher Mr. Rylance wasn't here for whatever reason, anyway, the rave started with Will and Lucien playing music on their phones really loud. Mr. Cowan (our cover) either didn't notice or didn't care. Anyway, Kyle then asked if we could listen to music. Mr. Cowan said yes as long as he couldn't hear it. This led to half the form playing really loud music and blaming it on Kyle. This got a bit boring, so at the back, (me, Potter, Joe and Steady) we came up with some masterplans. We decided to slip Steady's phone into Skittle's pocket. He didn't realise this at all. Then Potter rang it, and Spice Girls came on at full blast. The whole form burst out laughing, and Skittle said "Sam turn your phone off!" to which the whole form shouted back, "It's yours Skittle!" He then said that he didn't have a phone. After about three phone calls, he realised that it was his pocket. He said that it wasn't his phone, so we accused him of stealing phones. Steady ended up getting it back. That was funny, but nothing compared to masterplan part two. What happened was I gave my phone to Potter so that he could put it in the bin. This may sound crazy but all will be revealed. Anyway, Potter has something on his phone that lets him control other phones if they accept. So, obviously I accepted. He put my phone in the bin which is at the front of the classroom. He sat back down and set off hte phone at full blast. Most of the form didn't know the plan, so they were trying to locate the source of the music. The bin was right next to Skittle. He put his hand up and said, "Sir, the bin's making noise." So we all laughed at him. I got my phone back, after Mr. Cowan had it, and it has gone down in History as the greatest french lesson of all time.

Falling into that beautiful thing called Love

(Ridiculous, inconvenient, consuming, can't-live-without-each-other love.)

attraction, flirtation, euphoria, DOUBT, the truth
(also known as: hang on a minute ...)

... But wait. Now come those pesky, inevitable things: the questions. You wonder, Could this really be as good as it seems? You ask, Is this love,or just foolishness?
Is this really it?
Maybe you're being too hopeful. Naïve, even.
Maybe you just want to believe it so much ...
And yet. And still. You can't shake that inexplicable tug.
And you kind of don't want to ...

Galaxy Never stop falling in love...

You have a nice______.

You make me _______.

I really love it when you ___________.

You should _______.

Someday I will ______.

You + me =________.

If I saw you now I'd __________.

I would build a _______ just for you.

I would get your name tattooed on my __________.

If I could sing you any song it would be _________.

We could __________ under the stars.

Love,
_______________

(P.S. ______________.)