Martha Stewart Eyes Strikes Again

I should have seen it coming a mile away.

I mean what was i thinking.

It's the end of the semester. Its the holiday season. Why didn't i see it coming.

For all those who don't know, i wrote a post I think in October around the 15 or so, about this crazy girl in my English class. I mean she made a cheesecake from scratch, made a girl cry by telling her sad story of her friend OD-ing, and how she was a bad, bad girl, who probably had orgies in the woods with boys. She's crazy.

Anyway. Today was basically my last day of class. It was my last day of English, History, Bio, and Spanish class with cool Ta, before exams. English is at 8, so i got there and today we basically paired up with a partner(mike and I) and went over our papers that we have to revise for Tuesday(the final exam). Apparently someone slashed my professors tires today, and she was running late. She called "crazy martha stewart eyes"(in the beginning of the year she told us that she would call us on the cell if she wouldn't make it to class on time, i guess she saw that MSE is the biggest brownoser so she called her), and told her to tell us to get started without her and that she would be there shortly. So when everyone was in class Martha Stewart stood up and went to the front of the class

Martha:[she is holding a Christmas Bag] So prof is running today, she told me to tell you to get started, and that she will be here shortly. So even if you guys just talk until she comes please look productive for my sake. blah blah blah

So we are all staring at this bag in her hand. Maybe it's a bomb, maybe it's anthrax, maybe she secretly killed the professor is has holding whats left of her in the bag. She opens the bag and pulls out....

I'm one for suspense...

Homemade goodies!!!!

We each got our own bag, that was tied neatly with a bow that was filled with one cookie(that she made) in the shape of a christmas tree, candy, and a candy cane. GIVE ME A BREAK.

Me and Mike were giving each other the "here she goes again" look, but took it anyway. I ate the cookie i was hungry, it was morning, and i'm ashamed of myself because of it. I should not be promoting her craziness, by munching on her nasty sugar cookie in the middle of Spanish. But Damn we all slip up...it was a really gross cookie. Okay it wasn't that bad, but she is creepy.

So later on as i'm going to History, i see her leaving the classroom that i am now entering. I take my seat in the corner, and before she leaves, i see her with a new bag. This one is blue and has a big christmas tree on it, and i see her approach her teacher. Of course i'm thinking the same thing i was when i saw her stand in front of us in English "everyone duck, she has a bomb". To my disgust she pulls out, a big(this thing was not like the small poetry book i gave to my AP english teacher, because i slept in her class and felt bad for not paying attention to a truly amazing woman, though the kids in that class sucked) thing that was the size of a small DVD player, attached with something else. It was in this shiny green paper with another bow. And the Teacher was all "thanks, wow". I mean she seemed generally happy that she got a gift, and i knew that meant she would probably not fail Martha Stewart even if she wanted to.

Is this really how you succeed in life? By sucking up? I mean i could put on an apron, bake up some half assed cookies, wrap something poorly and you mean i could get good grades in school? Crazy i tell you.

My stomach feels okay, so i guess poison wasn't in it, but if i die from some unknown reasons, remember Martha Stewart. She did it.

Back to studying. BLAH ;(