Dental Care

We're in fourth hour and I have Ben sitting on my right, Cassandra in front of me, and Isis diagonally from me. Quentin, Kirsten and Alexis behind me, and Quion to the right of Ben.
We're playing this game about history, and our team the 5 stars(lame I know), is smashing butt, I mean like bad, 24 to 6?? And half of us aren't bein' serious about the game. I answered one question on the magna carta, I was like " 1215! Ha yes! I got a point! Ahhhhh!!" And then Quion and Ben start doing the wave really short, just the two of them going back and forth, over and over, and Ms. Washburn goes, "I find this very obnoxious." But they keep going everytime someone answers a question. It's funny, until Ben goes, "let's go Quion!" And Quion looks all tired and goes "Actually I don't really feel like doing it anymore." Ms. Washburn says "Oh thank god!" And our side laughs.
Then Ben who also sits next to me in science is going "Chloe, Jasmine. . . .  ." whatever that bratz commercial is, and "Dale dale dale dale" as in La Pinata from spanish class, and then me getting all annoyed go : "Dude! Be quiet!" Which then makes Quentin behind me go "Al Tambor al tambor al tambor me lleves" As in Al Tambor from spanish class too. Kirsten laughs and says "ha ha, yes!" And starts singing it too! Laughing about how she remembers that from 6th grade.
Cassandra and I are about to go insane, and she yells "SHUT UP!" And Ben goes "Shut up Easy Bake oven!" Which is what they say she owns instead of a real oven for some reason, "Be quiet, Easy."
Then she starts laughing and says "Yeah, what up Easy."
Randomly Isis grabs my pencil and starts laughing, I go "Dude! For reals give me my pencillllllll!!" And so she throws it at me, bouncing off my head and flying towards Quentin and he catches it in his hand, and is staring at it like he caught a knife or something.
Alexis is in her wheely chair going "Play laugh shrink," and making her chair go down.
And then more of this dale dale dale dale stuff, and Al Tambor and weird songs and annoyance. And I finally lose it, and start whacking people, starting with throwing a text book at Quentin, picking up another one and using it to whack Kirsten and Ben, dropped it and picked up my library book to whack Isis, Alexis and Cassandra. GOODNESS! Now we can leave! Have you ever felt utterly normal out of your crazy friends??

Now to the topic that the title is about. . . . . . . . .
I feel like I'm always telling you about my teeth, like really.
But today I went to the dentist's office again.
The lady did a routine check up on my teeth again, even though I lost the tooth that doesn't have an adult one growing behind it. Apparently I STILL have baby teeth! Gosh! 13 years old and still got baby teeth in my mouth! Since March I have lost 4 teeth. Goodness I am so tired of losing teeth I wish the dentist woulda just pulled them out right there, I'm so sick and tired of them, it makes it really hard to eat my favorite foods, like for a coupla months I couldn't even eat an APPLE! Because the one that's missing is right in the front,( I have a huge gap in my face, but it's not so bad. Hey, I can finally eat an apple again! It's not the main one, but directly to the right of the right main tooth.) But he was all go to an orthodontist and lets get you checked out for braces, and in my head I'm screaming "NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! I LOVE POPCORN TOO MUCH TO GO THAT FAR!" But apparently one of my adult teeth are growing in the spot with no adult tooth now, so they have to do something about it soon before my face is totally screwed, which would not be good. They want to get me something to put in that hole so that the other tooth grows in the right spot. Sheesh, I wish my teeth would just grow right.
But I asked the hygenist lady what she hated most about her job, she laughed, and replied: "Well you know there seems like there would be a lot you wouldn't like about this job, but I like it pretty well, I mean the worst thing probably is that there's such a tight schedule, we only have so much time for one patient and then the next one's ready or left waiting, and sometimes the dentist has to come look at the patient, and sometimes it takes him 10-15 minutes to get over here and by then we're over schedule. I don't really like being on such a tight schedule and have to hurry along all day."
"Ah, I see. But isn't there something else? I mean you look in people's mouths all day, they drool and spittle, and you have to SCRAPE their teeth. Isn't that a little disgusting?"
"At first it was, but then I got used to it. But you know, cigarette and coffee breath isn't all that nice either."
We laughed and I asked a couple more questions about tartar on your teeth. Which is like dried plaque. Icky sounding, but apparently it takes like a couple of months for plaque to dry on your teeth and become tartar. But here's the bad part, it doesn't come off with a brush, so once it becomes tartar, it has to be scraped or chipped off, pretty weird, huh? I didn't know that.
Dude, it was sooo embarassing, I don't think I have ever drooled on myself that much, I mean everytime I had to get all the water out of my mouth with the straw I got my own spittle on myself. And the purple stuff on my pants. And when she would lift her tool all I could see was like my drool on it, and I'm thinking, "oh gosh, she must be sooo disgusted, I'M disgusted and it's MY spit! So that's how I got to asking her about the job question. But she said that I'm not the worst by far, and continued to tell me about this guy with a spit gland that if you pressed his tongue backwards it would actually shoot out, and people with their tongues all up on the mirror tool. Which is not very pleasant to think about, so I think I will stop.
And then to make this whole trip more enjoyable I actually heard Dental Care on the radio while I was in there, I didn't tell the lady, because my mouth was open, and she was working, but I thought that was horrible coincidental and ironic. (which we learned the meaning of in Mr. Johnson's class)

But I think I will stop telling you about my gross teeth and go check my math homework,
Soooooo, bye,
Delaney