//Kaluta's class is carrying wood up to Mr Street's room Street: Maybe you aren't all a bunch of maggots after all.
//9th period cirincione, talking about citations so of course street comes up Mr Cirincione: I already graduated from Mr. Street's class ... I got an A in his class ... In 7th grade.
Street: I don't need any instructions, I have a hammer!
Street: Your parents spend all this money buying a house in Potomac, yet you still end up going to a school in Silver Spring
//passing around Hannah's Skittles in SRP //Street walks in //Street also takes some skittles Street: You're making new friends.
//Block C R&E, there's nothing left to do so Mr. Street is going tangents, as he tends to do Mr. Street: Okay so there are these things called Co-ops, any one know what they are? *no one answers* Mr. Street: No? Okay well, they're basically like internships on crack
//Monday, Block C is in R&E, ChemR&E presentations were just finished last Thurday and Street is talking about abstracts Mr. Street: okay so just make sure you turn in your abstracts to me today or they're late Nicole: Oh we already turned them into- into- Nicole: *struggling to remember Mr. Lodal's name* Nicole: into uh- the other guy
//Sreet is giving a lecture about something Street: Yeah, it's like that but on crack, I mean meth, I mean . . . on steroids, yeah that's the one.
Student 1: Why did the chicken cross the road? Student 2: Why? Student 1: It didn't want to cross the Street.
Street (pretending to write a job rec): He's a pretty good boy. He comes to class sometimes. He's only drunk on Fridays. He doesn't do drugs, I think.