4 posts tagged “school”

Number of times I felt silly because I couldn't find my classroom and I'm a junior:  2

Number of times mom got emotional and annoyed me:  5

Number of cheery greetings:  Countless

Number of ignored greetings:  1

Number of classes with great people:  8

Number of unwanted suprises:  2

Number of other people I know that hadn't gone shopping yet:  3

Number of times I had to navigate the sub bus driver:  2

Number of times we got lost and missed kids standing right in their driveway (but not when I helped):  2

Number of times I hated today:  0

Super.

I'm serious.  Even our house visitor is in hers-we told her and she had pj's on her like that.  We are all doing lazy things like watching dvds and catching up with Queen Bees and Degrassi on www.the-n.com.  I've finished Girls' Poker Night by Jill A. Davis and started reading Adios To My Old Life by Caridad Ferrer after that it's The Portrait Of A Lady by Henry James.  Yep.  Home is a really cozy place.

Plans

I finally convinced my dad and he said we can pick up that guitar friday, which is great because I think Nicky is as impatient as I am. Tomorrow it's back to the Memphis Zoo because my nieces liked it so much and apres ca a church choir rehearsal.  I know, me?  Singing about stories that seem like fairy tales to me while everyone else in the room believes it and might even feel understood by it?  My youth choir is short a few people.  Which reminds me that a few days ago I put in an application for Living Waters.  I wouldn't mind working there.  And somehow I have the feeling I said I'd call someone.  Too bad I lied. 

School

I cringe when I hear the words back, to and school.  I don't want to go and I'm not ready.  Mentally or physically because

A) I am not prepared to go back to running out of time on long assignments, waking up at five, and seeing my homeroom teacher, Mr. Bargery

B) I don't even feel like school shopping and I can't until my nieces leave.  Honestly, last year they visited right after I'd gone shopping and stole most of my new clothes on the day we dropped them off home.  Their mom didn't care.  Also I just don't want to hunt for good stores.  Maybe I can do this online? 

I've got to go do something to get this off my mind now, that's how much I don't want to go back.

The play went so well. It went swell.  I am happy it's over and even more happy it was a success, but perhaps the happiest because I wasn't nervous.  Only twice right before my first two lines.  It was better than rehearsals because people laughed when I wasn't expecting them to.  I feel great even though I am sneezing due to this school being so dusty and dirty.

Yeah, that's right I am at school.  So what's next on my agenda?  Cougar Vision audition.  Quit Drama Society.  Join advanced Choir.  All this week. 

Cougar vision-audition today during activity schedule in room 125.  I am kind of nervous, though I shouldn't be.  I don't even know what I am supposed to be doing to audition.  I know a lot of people are interested, so it should be fast.  I hope.

Drama Society-I know it sounds bad, but I have other clubs I want to get involved in and in order to do them all I have to be in each for a year.  Mr V doesn't like that idea.  She said we were voting for officers for next year.  I could've ran, but I have other plans.  It would be so terrible if Mr. V told everyone in the club what I decided because I would look so bad.  Not that I am not.

Advanced Choir-I auditioned and didn't make it until Mrs. B decided to make it an all ladies choir.  This is so messed up because there is one guy who deserves to be in that choir and people who won't even care will be in it.  Not to mention show offs.

Honestly.

I am on the bus almost falling back to sleep when I hear my bus driver announce "this morning my high schoolers and middle schoolers will be getting on bus 33".  Sometimes I think she says that because she is too lazy to take us to the other schools.

I get on the bus and winnow who has an available seat and who doesn't.  Everyone does but a girl who seems too stuck up to share a seat (as her bag is in it), a scary mean girl (I've talked to her before) who is stretched out all over the seat and another, normal looking girl.  I sat next to her.

After getting off the bus, I go to Dr. White's class for a make up test on Ch 12 (biology).  He isn't there, but I saw him in the hallway and he just tells me to flip through the junk one his desk where I turned it in.

I get in.  No one is watching me take the test.  I forget how to write genotypes (thinking "X X" or "XB Xb") I get up just find out how to write it.  It was the one using B's. 

When I am done with the test, I head strait to Cougar Corner, where they sell junk food. On my Way I hear other peoples' conversations-some were really rude and technically about me ("There's so many black people EVERYWHERE").  I get in line. It takes forever.  I grab the grease I waited for, that supports the special ed department.  You know our government spends most of our education funding on the special education programs?  Especially now because of our "no child left behind" thingie.

On my way back there is a fight involving a girl who is in our class.  She is now in the office and that makes a total of ten people in our class today.

This school just gets crappier and crappier.