Tuesday, August 23, 2005

Whatever will be..

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Ethan- Angry indeed! The cover for Bleach 3 is slightly bent!

Godel- We established this like a year ago. :/

Shin- Let's face it, California's schools are just all messed up in one way or another.

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So! Here it goes.

After waking up at six, taking a quick shower, and trying to unlock some new support characters in Jump Super Stars (It's a really tiresome process, with some cards. I've never done impressions on mO, I have to get around to that..), I got in the car to pick up Ethan. As we got there, things were starting to get crowded- much more than summer school- and they made us do the whole "Find your last name so you can go to this room for your schedule" thing again. Things went smoothly this time, and I got to my class fairly quickly.

But here's the fun part: Between all of my classes, my three "core" friends share absolutely no classes with me, and one of them has a different lunch. I realize that this isn't at all rare in this school system, but I found it to be a bit of a rude awakening since the junior high groups people so you all share classes.

But, I won't go angsty about that here. Instead, let's bitch about the classes themselves! Hoorah!

Period 1: Latin. Oh joy of joys, Latin first thing in the morning. The teacher's charisma and enthusiasm reminds me of my math teacher last year, minus the irritating voice. Instead, it's replaced with a mildly jarring voice, but I'm grateful anyway. So, we started the class by her pulling a hand puppet in the shape of a cow, humorously dubbed Cowpurnia, and she went around the class asking us, "Quid nomin est tibi?" Eventually, the kid behind me got it, and despite his prime example of saying "Mihi nomen est [name]," I somehow managed to blank out and get it wrong anyway. Go figure.

So we pretty much did crap like that the entire time. I have a feeling it's going to get bothersome.

Period 2: Biology. This class seems like some sort of "eighth grade science 2.0" upgrade. My teacher, last year, was a small woman, with an overtly butch look about her, but there was still some level of femininity to her. This year, the teacher is smaller, but much, much more manly. I mean, like, pre-op transvestite or something. She seems rather dull, too, but that is how science has always been for me.

Period 3: English. My English teacher this year.. Is some sort of mixture of Clementine Johnson from Reno 911 and my seventh grade English teacher. She just has that kind of aura about her. We discussed class rules, our reading time, etc.. And how we're like her favorite class because younger siblings of her favorite students of the past are in there. But once she ran out of things to say, we just had a book discussion, and fortunately for all of us, uber-dork from summer school was there, and practically got a boner from talking King Arthur for about ten minutes. Then the class ended and I cheered inside.

Period 4: Art. Ah, art.. The class where they put all of the people who didn't care about where they should place their elective. At least, that has been my experience for the past three years now. It's full of the ghetto kids who didn't have anywhere else to go, so basically all they do is say "Daaaamn, I can't draw this shit" and use their iPods for a while. Our teacher didn't say a word to us- she just passed out the self-explanatory papers, which told us to write down adjectives for a person's appearance and incorporate that into a picture.

This is not an advanced art class. I am disheartened.

Lunch. Sat around talking to people. Not much to say here.

Period.. 6? I don't get how they count lunch. Regardless, it's Phys Ed. It took me like ten minutes to get through the hallway that leads out to the gym-ey area, and I am not just saying that. I literally stood there in the hallway for ten minutes, waiting for people to file through, and then it took about five minutes to get over to the gym entrance (I have no idea why it's so far out of the way). We then sat in the bleachers for ten minutes while the coach people sat there talking to each other, took attendance, and then resumed talking. That is all we did in this class. My teacher's name is Mr. Boop, and it seems he has heard the obvious joke before, since he marked our schedules with a Betty Boop stamps.

Last period: Algebra 2. This teacher.. I dunno. Indifferent. He seems a bit messed up in the head, but that's how math teachers are. We got our text books and went into some review, and got assigned thirty or so problems for tonight.

So yeah, it wasn't the greatest of days, but I'm over the bulk of the aggrivation now. I'll adjust, and the bitchings will soon turn into fond memories..

Because all we are is just dust in the wind, dude.


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