Last Friday, my school had our prom. As usual, the entire school could go, because if they only allowed the seniors to go there wouldn't be enough people. This year, though was a bit different, because they held it on a boat.
Last week, my school's sophomore class was invited to go on a camping and whitewater rafting trip in a little town in Pennsylvania called Ohiopyle. Only eight students signed up, and so on Wednesday morning we came to first period packed up and ready to go. We left on the rickety old school bus. Dave, our principal, or as he likes to be called, "headmaster," was taking us on the trip. There was a teacher who was going to come with us as the second adult, but he cancelled at the last minute, so on the way, Dave stopped at his house and picked up his daughter, Christina, who came with us. This turned out to be a really good call, because Dave's driving skills are less than commendable, and Christina was giving him driving advice, tempering his borderline recklessness.
Colin O'Donnell, an awesome, inventing, gaming Aspergers kid on his various exploits.