Bomb Threats and Miso Soup

Hi

I’m in BT (again) and I’ve finished all the work (design a Christmas card), so here I am. Plus, I have stuff to write about too, which always helps.

So. I was in Home Ec. with my friends, cleaning out the reeking and dust and/or mouldy fridge, and the equally as putrid microwaves, when there’s a fire drill. So we all pull of our rubber gloves and traipse outside, where the deputy principal is running around like a chicken with its head cut of yelling at everyone to hurry up. When we get to the oval, we get the roll marked and hang around for another hour, while the police come and wander around, because of the bomb threat. Can I just say that that (bad grammar, but get over it) is the first time we’ve ever had a fire drill or lock down because something happened.

Yeah, so. I know that was boring, but that oval was soaked, so we couldn’t sit down, so heaps of us wandered down to the driveway and sat on that, until the other deputy told us all off because there was a car coming.

Yesterday Mum and Dad got tickets to an advance screening of Harry Potter, so they all went to see that, while I went to a Japanese restaurant for a Japan tour phot swap. I was so jeleous- I really enjoyed the dinner and everything, but I so want to see that movie.

I have to say though, the food we had was absolutely delicious. There were only seven of us and we got so much food. We sat at one of those tables with a big dip in the floor and it was hilarious watching people trying to get out. I also discovered that it was miso soup I despised in Japan (I could- dead set- feel my gag reflexes kicking in as I put it to my mouth. Needless to say, I didn’t eat very much of it at my host family’s house and I didn’t even try last night.)

And on the subject of Japan, here’s me and my buddy, Chieko.

I can’t think of anything else that’s happened lately, so I might go now.

Bye.