My Spanish teacher is getting even more paranoid than ever, if that's possible. The other day, I was writing in my notebook, on the right page. I'm left-handed, so naturally, it meant that my arm was covering up the left page. So, don Pablo just randomly walks up to me and, without saying a word, grabs my arm and lifts it up to see what's on the left page. What, does he think that I'm, like, writing out plans to kill him in class, or something? The guy's losing it. I'm pissed off.
Somehow, though, I ended up with an extra copy of our textbook, so I'm happy. I don't know why, but I always get ridiculously over-excited at the thought of getting to keep a text book *is such a dork*
Also, did you know that the iris of your eye is a muscle? If it's a muscle, why isn't it muscle-colored? *is disproprtionately worried*