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shopping
I'm looking for a t-shirt promoting the Corps that I won't be swimming in. Everything is Medium and up in MEN'S sizes...What I'm looking for is something a little smaller...Probably a kid's...Of which I've found a few, but only a very few, and I didn't really like any of them. I want something very plain, like gray with black lettering, that says "Semper Fi" (or fidelis) on it to counterattack Dan's AF shirt "Always First" ...Always first my ass ;) ...I love him, but you know what...Air Force...? tsk tsk....
Today was a shitty day, as any DA student will tell you. Scheduling was about as hellish as it can get, because we had to go through a regular day instead of being in arts area meetings all day long. Scheduling today wasn't getting into the classes, it was putting the classes in order, which meant shifting everything around and around and around until everything fit. Everything seemed to go okay for the Juniors, but once we got to the Sophs, everything was pushed back because it was taking so long, so lunch was postponed until 12 (instead of 11.35), and then the four lunchs were group together, A and B then C and D. And instead of just calling up the students in regular, normal alphabetical order, they had to make groups of 4 letters in alphabetical order, but then call those groups RANDOMLY. So you might have ABCD first, but then you would have WXYZ, then you would have JKLM, etc, etc. Well, finally around 11:30, R was finally called with three other letters. Well, and great, so I went there and immediately talked to Wetzel about getting changed out of AP Lang/Comp and into Journalism, and she said that if I could work my schedule out so that everything fit, she would change it. So I looked at the master class schedule (a sheet of paper with all the periods for the classes, on the flip side of which was the place for our final schedule), and everything fit. Yay!
Or...NOT.
See, evidently, everyone else wanted English III Honors the same period that I NEEDED to have it in order for my entire schedule to work, and that class had been filled up, or 'closed.' So I shifted everything around again to accomodate the new English class...Okay, it still works.
Or...NOT.
ANOTHER class was closed, so everything had to be shifted around AGAIN. Okay, it still works. Not what I wanted, but okay.
Or...NOT.
And on and on it went, for literally more than an hour and a half, I was stuck in the gym trying to work everything out. And it wouldn't work out. More and more classes were closing, and it seriously looked like I wasn't going to get to do all the classes I wanted to (specifically the classes that I am emotionally attached to: APUSH and Journalism). By the end, I was ready to cry, and only biting the inside of my lip kept me from doing so. (I ripped a muscle in my back several days ago, and being constantly on my feet for that long wasn't helping). (Later, Mom told me that when she walked past the gym when she was at school to pick me up, she saw a girl coming out of the gym in tears, and I have no doubt that the girl had just gotten so frustrated and stressed out that she broke down.) Mrs. Jones could tell, I know, and she was like (God bless her soul) "Make sure it's okay with Mrs. Kirkland, and then I'll sign you into this class" ("this class" happened to be one that was already filled out, but it was my only chance of getting my schedule to work out). And I did, and I got it all worked out!
Of course, by then, I literally couldn't BREATHE because my back was hurting so much, but did I care? Hell no! And Mom drove me home.
Then, after a little while of hanging out, mom and I started to clean out my closet (which hasn't been cleaned for AGES), so that I can get a dry erase board and start putting together plans for college and the military...basically my future. And because of all the dust and shit, I had the first real 'allergy attack' I've ever had in my long, sad history of allergies. And after a really long time, it didn't go away, so I went to the pool for a while, and now I'm really relaxed and looking for t-shirts.
The End.
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