Wolverine vs Batman

Tuesday

Cindy Patterson glared at me in the hallway at school this morning.

I guess she's still mad about Mr. Sorenson's mistakenly thinking I was looking up her skirt.

I thought about pointing out to her that she had been wearing jeans, not a skirt, so Mr. Sorenson was clearly wrong, but then I decided against it.  I didn't have my drawing of the difference between jeans and skirts with me, and I always make my point better with visual aids.

At lunch, Boogie and I got into an argument over whether Wolverine or Batman would win in a fight.

Obviously Wolverine would, but Boogie kept arguing that Batman would win.

The argument didn't last very long because we didn't have any paper to draw on and make our points.

I almost always win when we have our argument on paper because I'm so awesome at drawing.  It's not fair really, because Boogie doesn't have much of a chance against my drawing skills.

Then things got a little crazy when Boogie spilled his drink all over Craig Johnson.

Boogie tried to say it was partly my fault because I pointed out Sheila Corunna was wearing a really nice shirt.  Boogie turned around really fast to see it, and that's when he knocked his drink over and it went all over Craig.

I can understand Boogie trying to take some of the heat off himself, especially since Craig is a jock, and really good at sports, and is really strong, and he was really mad, but I don't appreciate him trying to put the blame on me.

He could've pointed the finger at someone else instead of me, his best friend.

Since he didn't, I just looked shocked and said I didn't know what he was talking about because it was him that spilled his drink all over Craig, not me.

After some really dirty looks from Craig, and a few nasty comments about Boogie that I didn't really think were necessary, Craig headed off to the washroom to get cleaned up.

I was pretty sure that wasn't going to be the end of it though, and Boogie obviously didn't think so either because he didn't waste any time getting out of there through the door that was farthest away from the washrooms where Craig had headed.

totally WASN'T trying to look up Cindy Patterson's dress

Monday

I ended up in detention again today at school, but it wasn't my fault.

Really! It was a big misunderstanding on the teacher's part, but I can see how he thought I was trying to look up Cindy Patterson's dress.

I TOTALLY WASN'T, but I'm just saying I can see how he might've thought that.

Boogie and I sit next to each other in math class and were having a little disagreement over whether Darth Vader or Professor Xavier would win in a fight.

It's pretty obvious that Darth Vader would win, but Boogie kept insisting Professor X would.

I like the X-Men a lot, and Professor X is pretty cool for an old guy, but there's no way he's more powerful than Darth Vader. I mean, come on... Darth Vader is a Jedi, and he's got the WHOLE power of the Dark Side. That totally trumps Professor Xavier's mind powers.

Anyway, Boogie and I were writing and doodling back and forth on a piece of paper as obviously you can't have a serious debate like this out loud in math class. Mr. Sorenson would get mad cause all the kids would be more interested in Darth Vader vs Professor X than in the math lesson.

I'd just finished drawing a pretty awesome picture of Darth Vader's hand using the Force to shove Professor X's wheelchair like a million miles away and was passing the paper back to Boogie to show him when it fell on the floor.

It floated a bit and landed underneath the table behind ours, right in front of Cindy Patterson's feet.

The good thing was that Cindy hadn't noticed because I had to get that paper back. Not just because there was a lot of cool drawings on it, but because Mr. Sorenson would probably send us both to detention if he saw we were passing notes in class and not paying attention to his lesson.

Of course, I ended up in detention anyways, but now you can see I was only trying to get our paper back, not trying to look up Cindy Patterson's skirt which is what the teacher thought when he saw me crawling on the floor in front of Cindy Patterson's feet.

The good thing is all the guys thought it was pretty funny so my cool level is probably pretty high right now around the school. Hopefully it hasn't hurt my likeability level with the girls, but I'm not sure. Cindy Patterson was pretty mad, and the girls sitting with her didn't seem too impressed either.

It wasn't until I got down to the detention room that I realized I had the perfect argument to answer Mr. Sorenson's accusation that I was trying to look up Cindy Patterson's skirt.

Cindy wasn't wearing a skirt. She was wearing jeans.

Unfortunately, I realized at that point that it was too late to try to point this out to Mr. Sorenson, so I just found a seat in detention and stared at the clock like all the other kids were doing.

After detention was over, I drew this helpful illustration for Mr. Sorenson showing the difference between jeans and a skirt.  I think I'll give it to him tomorrow at the beginning of math class.