Baseball Season

Baseball season. I love baseball season except for the fact that I was not able to go to a baseball game with my newspaper class. Yes, I also write for my school's paper. It was a field trip and I was not able to go. While my one of my best friends Hillary is enjoying the game, I am sitting here typing this. I could enjoy the smell of the grass and the hot dogs. I could have got chicken nuggets or something ball parky. Preferably just having some ice cream would be good. And I could have got a t-shirt. Boo hoo to me. Now I am probably boring you. So enough of me complaining, on with my life. And also my substitute teacher is calling himself Mr. Teacher man, who is one of the best subs you will ever have, just his sarcastic language is so funny. All the time with him walking down the hall, he tells people stuff they already know and makes it funny. Like if their jeans are ripped. We all know that they are ripped, it’s just the way he says it. Comment if you have a teacher like that who is just awesome in general. I feel so boring now. I have nothing else to say.