Song Contest

Our school had a song contest where each class had a song, we rehearsed them, and then all sang them in the auditorium. Don't know what the prize was--probably free dress or something. Here's our lame submission our senior year. I remember we had to wear paper bones on out head with our names written on them in glitter. I also recall that we were trying to redeem ourselves from the previous year, where one of our songs wasn't well received--apparently, teachers don't like it when your song lyrics include "Teachers, you need to take a chill pill."

Seriously, I can't believe that S even tried to read this note. How incredibly annoying! Look below for a transcript.

Hey, what's up? I'm in biology, the high point of my day. Anyway, your notes were cute. I have to remember to bake a cake tonight for tomorrow and get N and H birthday cards. DON'T LET ME FORGET! So what are we going to do about RN? He can't get away with this! The guinea pig is asleep. Let's kill it. I wanna name it Champagne. It'll probably die before tomorrow of fright (or boredom.) Dr. T will tell the story of her life. It was so nice not having the guys at lunch. I didn't miss anyone!! I can hardly believe Christmas Dance is a month and three days away!! I just don't know about D any more. I mean, I like him and he knows it--nothing has happened. I think the pursuit is fruitless. What do you think? If I don't ask him, Who will I ask? Help! Running out of room! Gotta go! Check ya later!