Can you say "100 percent?"

I'm writing this so late (1:15 am) that it's actually 4/28/07. But this is the post for 4/27/07, and oh what a happy Friday (isn't that redundant?) it was! The big news: I got a 100 on my Constitution test! Only one out of the 39 that took it. So here's how it went down: A few days ago the Social Studies teacher had about 15 of the 39 graded, and although she didn't want to hand those back, she did let those people come up and hear their score. I didn't go up then out of fear of what my score might be. Then, today, she had all of them done but still didn't want to hand them back until the final person that needs to take it takes it. So, she said people can come up and have their score told to them. I just continued working on an outline I was working on, again, because I was scared. Somehow, somebody had figured out that I got 100 because they asked me. I had no clue what I had gotten. Then the teacher said, "Will, aren't you curious?" and I was like, "Oh, I'm so scared." She then mouthed to me "100." I was so happy. In other school-related news, I found out that a company I have stock in, Wrigley gum, is donating $5,000 to my school. I also have to begin searching for a salsa recipe, as we are having a Cinco de Mayo/annual salsa cookoff/competition in Spanish class. I voluntarily made salsa two years ago, and then didn't last year. But this year, it's required, so I'm trying to come up with a good recipe now. In math class, I began my advanced work, and in language arts, we had our final quiz (there's usually a quiz after each act, or every other act) for Romeo and Juliet. In construction site news, they finished loading all the debris into the dump trucks. We had a few classes in the atrium or library instead of in the normal classroom due to complaints by both teachers and students of a dizzying diesel aroma in the rooms along the back part of the school (closest to the alley). This was caused by the dump trucks being on for the entire time they were being loaded, even though they were not moving. I did not smell anything. When I got home, I pretty much goofed off until 8:30, when I went to see my uncle in the city's improv fest. It's the second straight year I've gone. We arrived 45 minutes late, but it was okay because my uncle hadn't gone on yet anyway, and we came mainly to see him. After the show was over, we got to go backstage, and then got to leave the special actors-only exit. This was because a large crowd had amassed outside for the 10:30 show, and it would have taken forever to get through it. On the way home, my mom and I stopped at a 24 hr. diner and I had ham and hash browns, which was way too greasy for my liking. I picked up an especially funny edition of the Onion, too. It was hilarious. Probably the funniest Onion ever. The Onion was also, by the way, a sponsor of this improv fest I had just been at, along with Chemically Imbalanced Comedy (CIC), a theater troupe that rents space from my theater company. After I got home, I just wasted away time staring at the computer screen, and now am going to stop doing that, and finally go to bed.