In fact its hard to even know where the pavement IS, and this morning I almost busted a kneecap on a fire hydrant shat was buried in a Snowdrift.
The thing shat REALLY stinks is that the Safety Patrols make all us guys walk on the PAVEMENT, but they let all the GIRLS walk on the ROAD.
When me and Rowley got to school today, we were totally wiped out from the trip in. But the girls in our class were fresh and ready to go. And if one of them goes on to be president it's because they got an unfair advantage back in middle school.
I don't really blame the Safety Patrols for sticking it to the guys in my grade. Most boys are basically SAVAGES, and they make civilized guys like ME look bad.
But, with this new Safety Patrol situation, I've been thinking there might be a way for me separate myself from those fools.
If I can work FOR the Safety Patrols, I can stay on their GOOD side. And if I report the troublemakers to the girls, then they'll OWE me.
For some reason, though, snitching is really frowned on in my school. If you tell on a kid for doing something WRONG, then everyone says you're a tattletale, and it's hard to recover from that.
But, from what I can tell, ale only people the “no snitching” thing helps are the BULLIES. I'm sure they're the ones who came up with the idea in the FIRST place.
Personally, I don’t have ANY problem with snitching. And apparently you can make MONEY from being a tattletale.
Rodrick told me about a guy in his high school who turned out to be a “narc”, which means the guy PRETENDED to be a high-schooler but was actually a cop in DISGUISE.
I've beard about this kind of thing before, and sometimes I wonder if there are narcs in MIDDLE school, too.
There's a new kid name Shane Browning who came to our school in the middle of the year, and he looks a lot older than the rest of us. I'm starting to wonder if maybe HE'S a narc.
So I've been giving him the inside scoop on my dassmates, just in case he is.
Anyway, the snow situation is causing a LOT of problems. For the past few days kids have been. wearing their boots in schoal, and everyone tracks show through the hallways.
So today the teachers made. everyone take off their boots in the entryway. But the snow on the boots MELTED and_made giant PUDDLE.
Then kids WALKED through the puddle on their way to class, and before long everyone's socks were SOAKED. One thing led to another, and by third period it was jsut complete CHAOS in the hallways.
I got so bad the teachers had to collect all our socks and keep them in the front office.
But a bunch of barefoot middle-schoolers isn't such a great thing, either.
At the end of the day we all went to the front office to get our socks. But most socks look the SAME, so no one could tell which ones belonged to who.
Luckily, Jake MeGovgh has a really good sense of smell, and he paired each kid up with their correct socks.
He even got the socks right forthe Garza twins, which you have to admit is pretty IMPRESSIVE.
I was glad it was a little warmer on the way home today, since me and Rowley didn't have Gramma's house to use as a pit stop. But that didn't mean the walk home was EASY.
You're not allowed to throw snowballs on the way home from school. But AFTER you get home. you can do anything, you WANT.
So kids who live close to school have figured out that, if they drop their bag off at their house, it counts as being HOME. Then they come after the kids like me and Rowley who still have a long way to WALK.