Why do you fill me up, buttercup baby, just to let me down?
Where can I find this..."Aaron?"
Sorry I'm boring you guys. But I really should be working on my power point presentation and report thingy on the Roman Republic. It's the only thing that I've been worrying about since last weekend. I'm starting to get sick of Livejournal and AIM, I have no idea why though. Maybe it's because I've grown so tired and busy with homework. Mid-terms are coming up, so is my birthday.
I switched out of Garcia's honors class to Strub's regular biology. I love that class. I love the big difference of the students' behavior. In Garcia's 7th period honors class, everyone was afraid to do something that would provoke him. Afraid to do something that would make him think low of them. Afraid of his disapproval, the thought of him shaking his head as a reaction to their audacity. But in Ms. Strub's class, everyone's loud and crazy. Everyone yells as much as they want, and when Ms. Strub is teaching they yell out things like, "Guess what Ms. Strub!! Jazmin and Anthone` are going out!!!" It's so new to me, because I'm so used to Mr. Garcia's horrible stare of belittling kids. I hate the way teachers in our school can make us feel so small sometimes. I don't know why, I just do. I hate the fact that sometimes their stuck up actions are unecessary and pitiful. I don't care if going to MAST is a privilege. I go to school like it's a job. I do my work, see friends like they're co-workers and leave. I only join clubs because I have to make a college application look good. I hate this routine. I hate how high school is some ornate event in our life that only seems easy. The 4 years we spend on it. Disgusting. Work work work, learn learn learn, employ employ employ, consume consume consume.
I'll try to live through it.
ANNNNNNNNNNNND...
HAPPY BIRTHDAY SANDRA!!!♥♥♥