Doodle Hands

Doodle Hands is a mystery. She sleeps in class, which makes a lot of teachers hate her; her eyes glaze over, she listens to her iPod whenever she can, and she never speaks up and usually gets a zero in participation grade. When she is awake in class, she and her friends spend their time drawing crazy doodles on each other's hands, and laughing with each other--nobody knows what about.
Every day, she goes out galavanting with friends and they have the weirdest adventures.

"[Ryan] and I dismembered a dead raccoon yesterday," she whispered to me this morning.
I laugh, just because that's really all you can do when she says things like this. "What? What'd you do that for?"
"We wanted to make a necklace out of its teeth."

Yeah. That's the kind of weird thing she and her friends do every day after school.

"What, you were pulling out its teeth with your bare hands?"
"Nah. We were poking it with sticks. Its brains came out. It was awesome."

She doesn't talk to many people, but the people she does talk to all love her, just for the incomprehensibly amazing and hilarious things she says.

It seems, with all these things she does after school, that she wouldn't have any time to do her homework. When you're in three AP classes, as she is, homework usually takes up four to six hours of your day.

But somehow, along with doing legitimately crazy things with her friends every day, she finishes it all. Before quizzes and tests, she always says she didn't study--says she didn't even read the chapter.

But then she just completely aces it. Gets a better score than most people who did read the chapter.

"You're kidding me!" the guy next to her exclaims, when she shows us her 14/16 score on an AP history chapter she didn't read. "I read it twice and got eleven! You have to have read it."

"No. I didn't."

"You're lying. You've got to be."

"No, seriously. I didn't read the chapter."

"How'd you do it?"

"...I just knew the answers already."

And therein lies the mystery. How does she do it? She sleeps in class. She doesn't speak a word to most people. Teachers hate her because of her couldn't-care-less personality. She's in three AP classes and zero period jazz band, and she spends her weekday afternoons the way most people spend their weekends in the summer.

And somehow, she gets straight A's.

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I don't have much to say other than that. I'm sorry this post is short and not up-to-par, but, sadly, there is a nasty flu going around this high school, and during third period today, I was struck down and sent home with aches, chills, and a horrid sore throat.
I'm feeling a bit better now, but there's a high chance that tomorrow Your Faithful Observer won't be observing anything but the TV screen. Hopefully by Friday I'll be back. :)
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Love, Your Faithful Observer