Well, there goes my Harvard sweatshirt...

And today in band I got hit in the face with a donut and got a bloody nose. Not a donut donut, a donut like what you use to stop cellos and basses from slipping on the floor. A couple of the boys were screwing around; my friend Luke threw it and it hit me in the face. At which point I started bleeding all over the place. Fortunately the girls bathroom isn't far from the band room; I got in there, where the cheerleaders were touching up. They didn't freak out too much; it was mostly, "Are you okay? What happened?" I bled all over the bathroom, got it stopped after about seven minutes, and then went to Creative Writing Club, where someone had run in and told my teacher that I had a bloody nose. Apparently everyone I know should know by Monday, too.

Oh, well, everyone should have one funny high school story from their senior year. Now I can make stuff up, like Luke and I got in a fight or something.

My band director's going to freak; he wasn't here today.