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2004 18 February :: 11.45 pm
:: Mood: blithering
what a fabulous day
I must say journal entries are the best. you know why? Because i can look back at the whole day and reflect on it in a sleepy kind of anything goes way.
Well first of all i woke up at 6:25. Which is quite early for me when on the days that my dad drives (or i do) i wake up at 7... yah, i just can't seem to get myself out of bed at an early hour anymore. Lack of motivation i guess you could say, or lack of anything in particular.
Got on the bus with my brother and i fell asleep about 10 mins into the 30 minute drive, i was going to listen to my Musik but i didn't feel like taking my hat off to put my headphones on...so i slept, not a bad alternative i would say.
Got to school at 7:25, shuffled through the first floor hall, past the main office and the glaring eyes of Principal Dever and the twitchy squirrel eyes of Vice Tasche. To my surprise they didn't scowl at me for my hat on in the school building. That was a nice change.
Got to my locker after i climbed the nice flight of doubled stairs. Put away my bag and my gloves (left on my hat) grabbed my folder for math and english (and my Their Eyes Were Watching God book) and trotted on to class. I thought that maybe for once Mr. Brown would be there early. Well i was wrong wrong wrong. Left my stuff on a shelf outside his room and decided to walk around the school for a while since the bell for class to start doesn't ring until 7:50.
Couldn't find anything to do so I talked to Trish and her lil friends for awhile, then moseyed on to my locker again for a pen (which i forgot on the first trip to my locker) Acted like i was doing something important and then walked back down to the algebra room. No Brown again. Luckily this time my friend Lorelei is there so we talk about how Mr. Brown should get there before his students once in awhile.
The teacher next door unlocks the door, i go put my stuff on the last desk in the second row from the door and leave to buy my "breakfast" which is just a half pint carton of orange juice, which usually lasts me the entire school day. (Unless of course someone talks me into buying lunch, which doesn't happen that often)
I walk back to class and notice that Vice is standing by the entrance doors getting the names of people who are late comers. Just about everyone mumbles their name and the Squirrel twitters and yells for them to speak up, and no one ever does. The Squirrel only stands there for about the first 5 mins so if you don't want her hassling you just get to school by 8 and if your teacher is in the later comer category (like Mr. Brown) there is no way you will ever be marked tardy.
Brown walks in with his usual smile and walks to his desk with his armloads of bags. I look to Lorelei and she says "I wonder if today he will be in BS mode or Nazi mode?" Usually you can't tell how he is going to act until he begins class, and he has about ten more minutes until he does that. So i whip out some english homework and began scribbling away, as does LL.
Brown begins to write viciously on the board and LL looks at me and says "Nazi mode" He begins passing out papers (it is 8:10 now) and the infamous Sam Donnelson walks in late. Brown smiles and hands her her paper. No surprise, no surprise at all since she is one of the 5 cheerleaders that sit in the front desks of the room giggling and smiling at the teacher constantly.
LL and I begin to work on our homework together. (in this class any work can be worked on in groups even, quizzes unless specified by Brown himself) The homework is done and me and LL spend the rest of the class talking until the bell rings. To my surprise it rings ten minutes early...then someone says that is because there are shortened periods due to the "Sign Up" day.
I get to english and sit in the last seat in the 2nd row from the teachers desk. My desk is actually right next to Mrs. Dever's (yes this is the wife of Principal) Mrs. is very cool, mostly because i had her for Creative Writing and to say the least i was one of her favorite students...hehe. (now i take my hat off quickly because she has reminded me a few times to take it off before) She begins to talk about the scheduling (this is scheduling for next year) she passed out senior class signup sheets, and transcripts. She lays my transcript face down and i ignore it. I don't like looking at it because i have 2 C's festering on it from Alg 1 and Geometry, otherwise i have a clean A and B sweep.
I give in and look at it. I decipher the mess of official jargon and see that i technically need a .5 credit in US gov to complete my sr year. But as i know i have to complete at least twenty-one and as of now i only have 17 which means i have to take four classes (that meet the requirements for graduation) as a sr. Interesting. I already decided awhile ago i was taking AP English as well as Int. Art, German 2, Chemistry and Alg II/Trig. That means i have a possible 3 open slots for other classes, either those being PSEOP (post secondary option) at BGSU or perhaps the marketing co-op where you work during your free periods at a local business and earn credits. I am against the marketing but am for the pseop, but as of now my gpa isn't high enough to enroll for bgsu. So my options are very limited meaning most likely i will schedule in another science and a reading class...
Mrs. Dever begins walking around the room to check for thesis statements for the Their Eyes Were Watching God essay. By the time she is almost to me the bell rings and now we are supposed to head to the cafeteria for an informational meeting with all the other to-be seniors. Before i walk out she says i can give her my thesis and i can come get it later after she approves it.
I stumbled out of class, head to my locker and drop off the things i don't need and head to the cafe. I look for someone i know and start to walk that way when a group of jerks takes the seat i was going to have. Luckily the person (yes it was sharon) gets up and moves with me to find an open seat. I end up sitting by many of "my own kind" on the right side of the cafeteria while the jerks populate the left.
The guidance counselor for my grade starts talking in her I-am-smart-you-are-stupid-so-listen-to-me-because-I-am-all-knowing voice. Sharon and I talk about how we wish she would maybe start coughing and we could sneak away without her noticing. She turns on the over head and displayed is the same thing i have seen every previous year. The amount of required credits in bold, and the 4.0 system displayed. By this time i can't believe i will be stuck in this suffocation chamber for more than an hour (9:04-10:08)
blah blah blah.
we are finally dismissed to third period, I have my hat on now and hike up to the second floor for AM. history with the burley Mr. Cullen. My friend Autumn has said before (and i do have to say i agree) he reminds her of a big Amish teddy bear. Whether a teddy bear can be Amish i don't know, but the plain shirts, suspenders, bearded face, bifocals and protruding belly do put off that kind of Amish appeal. However he is really short of that since he is the coach for the varsity football team.
LL sits in the back with me in this class as well which is nice because we help each other out alot. The class is now geared into the beginning of WWII and the rise of fascism, Benito, Adolph, Joseph, and the little island of Japan. fun fun fun. I don't take notes but try to fill out the study guide he gave us, which is fairly easy since it follows the notes he has projected up on the white screen.
ding ding ding.
I am on to German now, which shouldn't be so bad since it is only half an hour. I trudge in and sit in the front row, which is like wow for me. I pay attention while the new student teacher begins to talk about the capitals of neighboring countries of Deutschland. Marcel (german exchange student) says something really funny, but now that i think about it i can't remember what it was. Class goes on, bell rings at 11:22 and i am off to studyhall. oh joy.
I sign the pass so i can be in the library instead of the gym where Mr. Winkle watches everyone like an eagle. At least in the library Mrs. Risch likes me and doesn't care when or how many times i leave the library because she knows i am coming back, plus I am one of the regulars in the library.
Well i eat lunch A which means i can't go into the library just yet, i have to go to lunch. well i don't know anyone at lunch so i head upstairs to my locker and remember that Heather is usually sitting up at a study table during the lunch period (because she doesn't like to go into the cafeteria) so i go and talk to her and she says she is hungry so i go to lunch. And how can i resist eating when it is chicken nuggets and mashed potatoes??? We find a table in the cafe next to the most annoying girl on the planet that keeps talking about everyone that walks past and it makes me wonder that if there was a cardboard wall between me and her if she would start talking about me because she didn't think i could hear her because i wasn't looking at her. And then i wonder if she has a shirt that actually fits her or at least covers up body parts that shouldn't be hanging out the way they are.
Heather whispers to me that maybe (un named annoying girl) would stop talking trash if she knew how much people talked badly about her. I said probably not, and that was that.
To the library i went after the ringing of the bell for lunch B. I went to my computer and began to work on my english essay again. (i got my thesis from Dever before i went to lunch). The paper seems to be going nowhere at this point so i run to my locker to get my sketchbook for art so i can finish an assignment before 6th period rolls along. Soon enough i am out of SH and am heading to art...wow.
I get there early (as usual) sit at my seat (which i hate) and wait for Mrs. Laabs to give instructions. First of all i hate my seat because i sit with all freshman, secondly, because the kid next to me loves to hit on me which makes me gag, and wants cry at the same time. Usually i end up walking around the room acting like i am doing something so i don't have to be with the froshes. Today however the ringleader of the freshman walks in and doesn't say a word. He sits down sullenly and says nothing. This is quite odd considering that i have never seen this kid not talking. He is actually quite funny, no, more like hilarious but sometimes it is good to be silent. But this silence is bad. People try to talk to him and he simply pushes them away. I want to say something but i have never personally talked to him before so i go about my business.
Class ends and i feel terrible because i neglected my chance to be a caring person...i am now in a schulmpy mood and sag onto studyhall again.
this SH i have with Sharon so it isn't all that bad. She usually surfs the internet while i attempt to do my homework. I wish i could get Shar to do some homework because right now she has all incompletes on her transcript because she missed so much school first semester and didn't take the exams in any of her classes. I hassle her but she waves me off. ugh. Sharon asks the librarian to use the phone. She calls her mom and comes back to me and says that she is getting picked up at 2 twenty and would i want a ride? I would say yes, but i turn her down because i don't feel that i should take advantage of her mom like that. She isn't a free taxi. I do however walk out to where her mom is parked and say hi to Mrs. Simon and goodbye to Ms. Simon.
I walk back into the school not knowing what to do now that i have five minutes left until the bell rings. I decide to walk to my locker and get there before the mad dash of juniors is there. I grab my gloves and my bag, plop in my english stuff and begin to walk to where the bus will be. The bell rings and...it's a stampede!!!
I get outside early and Zach isn't out there. Oh great. Means i will have to stand by myself, with this stupid ash tree being my only company until the bus arrives. After ten minutes the bus gets there so i blow a kiss to my lovely Ash and get in line for the bus.
I sit in the seat diagonal to my brother (who is in 7th grade) and in front of his friend JR (who is in 8th grade) as soon as i sit down my brother is grabbing at my bag and rips out my 12th grade registration forms. JR is looking at them too and now i am being interrogated by jr. highers. The questions go on and on and on until 30 minutes later i am walking down my driveway with my brother Jake and am finally free!!! (well at least free from school)
Mom is home today which means i don't have to unlock the house. I go in, shake off my shoes put my bag on the chair by my desk and plop onto my bed. I grab for my hat and rip it off, and drop it onto a pile of hoodies by my west window.
Sometime along here I get online, around 4 or a little after. I talk to Xach (the one and only) and talk for a tiny bit. Xach has a hay job to do and then a soccer game and then work again so i walk off to my room, take a quick shower then read Not Even A hint for awhile then doze off for quite sometime (which is probably why i am not tired now) When i wake up it is almost supper time but i am hungry now so i go to see if there is any snack food in the kitchen. I find a new bag of potato chips (i usually don't eat chips) but it is a new bag and i never get to open them so i rip it open and eat two.
Just about five minutes later while i am in my room i hear mom yelling "who opened the chips!" i begin to cringe in terror.... what did i do now?????
"I guess we can't go to church tonight because we don't have any food to take.." Great i think, just great, it is my fault again. I say "how about duct taping the bag shut" she just gives me an evil glare and continues cooking supper. Dad is home now and laughs a little at how mom is mad because i opened the wrong bag of chips.. haha, my dad has humor...
I eat supper and get back online later to find Xach again. We talk a little bit about the weekend and other certain things that are going to be coming up. I feel a bit confused at first because he said he isn't sure if he can come on Friday because of things going on at home. I felt really upset...but i was being selfish, and i wasn't thinking about his family, but now i am okay with it, and if he can't come there is always another weekend when he will be able to.
Xach makes me get off so i can finish reading Their Eyes Were Watching God...I did read some of it. About 8 pages, which means i only have 10 more to go...but i also began to fill out my ACT registration forms (which by the way takes a bit of time). And now i am here, and have been here since 10 o'clock.
Wow, an hour and a half later i have written about my whole day. fun stuff i must say. fun fun stuff, and there is always tomorrow, eh?
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