The 9th Grade Observer

As I start the fourth week, I begin to really learn my classmates names, mannerism, opinions and attitudes.
And from this observation I've come to the conclusion that they're all heaps crazy.
You know when your reading a new book, and it's going well, you enjoy the characters, the plot, the replacement for actual plans on a Saturday night, and then you get to that one sentence, and it ruins everything. That one paragraph, maybe, where you realize that the book is absolute crap, and that it's simply been stringing you along. That it doesn't actually love you, never did. It just wanted you to read it, that it's been using you all along. That she isn't actually your friend!
Whoa, got a little carried away there, but seriously. This week is that sentence, that one misuse of a word, or the 50th 'nice.'
I sit by a girl named Jessica in quite a few classes, I saw her on the first day, pegged her as a teachers pet, and decided she's probably worth the annoying. Turns out, not annoying, freakin' mad! She lines her 5 different colored highlighters on one side of the desk, her pens on the other, and her pencils on top. I don't want to touch her, in fear that the crazy's contagious.
Luim can recite the presidents in order from memory, but can't tie his shoelaces.
Sarah cried when she couldn't figure out whether the accent over the 'n' in Spanish was squiggly or not.
Cassandra can name the capitols of each state and knows her 3 times tables. If that isn't crazy I don't know what is.
And don't get me started on your mom, lord, she wears Crocs. There's no excuse.

Does your mom wear Crocs?