Happiness Hit Her Like a Train on a Track

I didn't have the time this morning to take pictures, so the Owl helped me take some during lunch. We eat in a teacher's room, so that we don't have to brave the loud and crowded cafeteria. The teacher was my history teacher in freshman year, and we had so much fun in that class that we still pay visits. As you can tell, things get a little silly. But what fun would life be if teenagers were never silly?