Hero. What is a hero? My mom defines it as someone who wears shorts and a t-shirt in the cold or wears no jacket in 60 degree weather. I'm not kidding...when I try to get out of the house without a jacket... "Hoy shhht...are you tryeen to be a heeroe?" It's hilarious.

Anyway, I call myself a hero today. Okay, I didn't exactly save someones life but I sure changed it! I have this really hyper, crazy eccentric friend named Gina. She's class of '99 and was planning to go to UC Santa Barbara...BUT, she screwd up her Spanish 4 class with a fat F so the school gave her a second chance to take it over in summer school. Otherwise, her alternative was some JC or city college which she really really didn't want to go to. I screwd up in Spanish 4 too so we were in the same class. Too much drinkin, partying and raves lead Gina to yet another failure of a grade D. No good. Not passing. C was the cut off point. So when we received our grade, I saw Gina's face look down and lonely. I felt bad for her so I went up to her and asked her what was up. It was then that she told me her situation and I couldn't do anything about it. She starts yelling and crying and I'm just in front of her listening. That's all I did. I knew she had to get this out. It turns out the teacher was eavesdropping so she starts yelling too! In Ms. Ballbe's accent, she yells, "Gina! I'm sick and tired of blaming your problems on me. If you want that C, then fine, leave! Get out! I'll give it to you and I don't EVER want to see you again!" So Gina's still in tears and starts swearing at her and runs out. And I'm just there next to an empty seat, mouth dropped and staring at the wall. I felt bad at first because I caused this whole dispute. But then I realized, I SAVED GINA! If it weren't for me to go up to Gina and LISTEN to her, she wouldn't have said anything, got that D, not go to UCSB and live with her parents for the next 4 or 5 years! Moral of the story - Be nosy!