| Another A day |
[09 Jan 2004|10:17pm] |
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I'm going to write this North Garland style only actually tell you what classes I'm talking about.
Geometry: It was interesting. A former IB student came from college to talk to us and he was quite informative. After he left, Daphne asked Mrs. Driscoll why she decided to teach Geometry. She used to be an engineer, then tutored kids for free and decided to switch. She said that teaching is a lot of work. More work than engineering. Doesn't that make you wonder why teachers are paid so little? Neh... =/. I tried to talk to Edgar but I couldn't strike up a good enough conversation.
Me: So ... what do you have next?
Edgar: History, you?
Me: Spanish... 2. eh... *bell rings*
Not very good at being social. I dunno. I feel like I want to talk to somebody but don't know what to talk about and Edgar is a safe person to go to.
Spanish... 2: Boring as usual but today I decided to pay attension because I realized that I don't understand spanish as well as I thought I did. Ms. Mills said she is teaching IB because she couldn't handle Regular kids. She said if she had to go back, she would retire. I wonder what the Regular teachers think whenever they come into our IB classroom?
Lunch: Nothing ever happens at lunch because I sit with a bunch of people I don't care about and who don't care about me. Rachel talks on and on about who knows what. What the heck is she talking about nonstop for 30 minutes straight only eating 5 french fries dang don't she get hungry? Marybeth, some girl, Khan, and Sam they sit there. I don't really care about them. Perhaps Sam, but eh. I do care about Logan. He was the person who made me feel welcome. He used to crack me up all the time and now he's much quiter than he used to be. I dunno what happened. Well, we did our biology homework together and I ate caliente chicken (of course).
Biology: Biology sucked. We didn't learn anything new! We didn't even get any health homework to work on over the weekend. It was boring. It sucked. And I realized Sara Fitsimmons is in my class. We go back to the 5th grade and I never really liked her for some reason. She lost a lot of weight. I remember she used to be a whole lotta of somethin. Ha, I know it sounds like I hate everybody. I don't, but sometimes it seems that way. But I tolerate people. And I smile anyways. (Not a fake one... I smile whenever someone younger than 30 acknowledges me and isn't asking me a question.) But maybe I'm just judging. I observe how the person acts in class and that's how I see them. There could be a deeper person inside, but I wouldn't know. But oh well because what this person displays themselves on the outside should also be what's on the inside, right? enough thinking.
Athletics: OH LORD HAVE MERCY! I didn't know I was THAT MUCH out of shape, holy crap...! My legs ... my whole body has never been so sore. I'm sore in places I didn't even know I had! I was running so slow. I was half way around the track and girls were passing by me who have gone around twice. The coach pulled me aside and said that I'm extremely out of shape and that I can't run until I get my physical. She did say that she liked my jumping skills. I was the best out of all the new comers in the gazelle excercise. She wants me to do some kind of jumping. I can handle that.
Afterschool: My mom picked me up and I told her that I need to get a physical this weekend. She filled out the forms and got really ticked off at me. Because I'm not practicing my trumpet and now I'm doing something I've never done before. She said if I don't get straight As she'll send me to another country. But even without the threat, I wasn't planning on making anything but. So I went to Carenow. That place is cool. They played Finding Nemo which I've seen a bazillion times. I actually did my homework on a Friday. But then I stopped because I started massaging my shoulders, then my arms... then my feet, then my legs and ya. ^^; I'm massaging right now, too.
Toodles. "And I won't put my hands up and surrender..."
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