Wednesday, August 27, 2003

School (as posted in my other journal)

I arrived per time at about 8 of the clock.

Walked first into the library, supposing I would be able to waste my time there until class would begin. I supposed wrong.

Upon each computer there was a red this-is-important-so-you-must-read-it sign on each computer. Upon it, engraved in black print, "These computers are to be used for educational purposes only."

So I walked out.

Last year I had been able to sit there randomly on OB during my freetime and do nothing..but not this year I guess.

Walking into the hall, I gazed as faces passed me. I did what anyone would do--checked people out. Although I'm sure nobody would admit this, it is what makes school at least somewhat bareable. Not that it is most of the time, anyways. But it adds some numb to the pain.

As I did this for whatever amountage of time, I came upon my dear friend Michael Raatz, whom I had met and have known for some two or so years.

He immediately commented upon my new hair. Recently I had gotten it cut, by my Mom. It is now much shorter...and I spiked it easily.

After this exchange, we continued walking around endlessly until time enough had passed. Then I was off to first period.

Walked in and sat down. Then looked around at those around me, picking out faces and placing them over the memories of them in my head. Found who I knew...who I didn't.

Then from there school digressed into its way.

Most of the teachers simply went over and over the pointless rules of their classes, explained what it would be and what would be needed to pass..

"All that really matters is the reading...that is what will get you an A in this class, or a B." Or another, "This is Kosseland...when you stepped out of that red carpet into this blue carpet, you came under my rules."

And so on, and so pointlessly so forth.

Journalism was definitely a highlight. I saw Chelsea, whom was in the class with my last year, again. She's nice, I like her. How much I am uncertain, but it's just nice to have a class with someone that I feel I can actually be myself around.

We had to fill out these STARS information sheets about ourselves...like we did in J1. I basically didn't try on it...

I ranked my top things which I would enjoy doing. It had told me, and asked me nicely as a bucko, so I did it.

When I got down to the other stuff...the stuff that was about your favorite this or that, I decided to be sneaky and clever.

For my favorite cereal, I proudly put down Corn on the Cob. Showing it to Chelsea, she laughed.

On "favorite snack" I put cracky crackers.

I was almost amazed at my own genius.

On "favorite bands" I put Pink Floyd, Led Zeppelin, Radiohead, and Metallica. Looking over, I saw Chelsea had put John Mayer. He's good.

Under my "favorite author" I put, quite simply, and quite being the narcissist, "Me."

Chelsea followed suite and put Mitchell Smith on hers.

At the very bottom of the thing, it asked, "List five ways we can improve the newspaper this year!"

I wrote something along a short poem, along with, "Where do we go from here/The words are coming out all weird."

Ah. And possibly the best one ever. It asked if I was "in any extracurricular activities." I grinned, putting "Newspaper you dweeb."

That one also made Chelsea laugh.

After that, I was forced to come stand up at the front of the class. "It's time to play the magazine game," Winter, my Newspaper adviser said. He called up some other names, then mine.

"I'm going to hold up some magazines, and you're going to clap if it fits the person," he said, "And here's a model. Because otherwise I'm not sure if you guys'll do it right."

He came out in front of the class, then

Clap clap clap clap

All in rapid succesion. The rest of the class followed.

Then he began holding up magazines up above the four or so people's heads. They clapped randomly mostly...giggling like the gigglers they were.

When it was all over, I had gotten Newsweek. Winter went around us four people asking if we liked our magazine.

When he came to me, I already knew what I was going to say. It was pre-meditated. Like some crazed court call. HELL NO.

"Would you read your magazine?" he said as I saw it coming.

"Hell no," and some people laughed.

Then he went to the other two people, then I sat down.

After sitting down, we were given these bags. One each. They had been sitting there when we arrived.

I looked inside like a kid opening a birthday present.

A couple of pens...some suckers...some candy. Notecards.

Play-doh.

I took the play-doh out right away, took off the cap, and brought it to my nose.

The smell of the stuff is seriously great. It's inspiring, really. Best smell I can remember.

I told Chelsea this, kept sniffing it. Then brought it out for a while. It was white.

Then I sniffed it even again.

Mostly after that the class was over. That was probably the highlight of the day.

It sucks. I already have homework. And in Geometry of all classes. I am going to hate this class, I can already tell..not that I don't hate nearly every other class, but yeah.

Newspaper and AP English seem like the only classes that are worth any of my time.

I looked in the book and tried to read the first chapter we were supposed to. It talked about conjectures.

A conjecture is basically an assumption without any evidence supporting it...and from there I totally lost what in the hell the book was saying. It was saying something that Geometry follows logical patterns. It showed a block, then two more blocks adding on it, then four, then..yeah.

Pointless to me..and not making sense. Maybe I'll read it again, but I don't know.

I don't really even like the teacher of that class either. I don't like that class period.

I feel stupid when I walk in there. You see, I took pre-alg in 9th grade, so I am a year behind math-wise. So when I walked in, a whole bunch of Sophomores just stared at me. And the class itself has this cold feel.

The entire time it was freezing in there. Not to mention the teacher seems pretty cold too..for some reason he reminds me of what a college professor might be like. Beh.

Otherwise it was an okay day, I guess. I tried to keep myself positive, but especially in Geometry I got negative.

So I was off and on depressed all day...that's nothing new though.

I always have this feeling of hating living sometime during the day where I just want to not exist. But I live past it.
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