In a desperate attempt to distract myself from writing this worthless essay, I'm going to post. Amazing what things desperation makes you do. I must disappoint you though, because I don't have anything interesting to say.
My schedule is as follows:
• Algebra/Precalc with the relaxed and laidback Mr. Greiling.
• AP Junior English with the fantastic Mr. Waugh. Now I can add him to my collection of English teachers.
• US History instead of AP US History with Mr. Best. We haven't even had to learn anything so far!
• French 3 with Madame De la Torre for the third time. Not that I'm a failure or anything...
• Physics with Mr. McIntyre. It is safe to say I'm going to hate this class almost as much as I hated chem.
• Advanced ceramics with Mrs. (can't imagine her married, though) Davidson who I find to be more irresponsible than a goddamn drunk driver. Stop teaching us how to draw, bitch, and let me work with clay instead.
• AP Humanities Seminar with the ever-so-strict Mr. Litzenberger. This is basically an open period/study hall which I'm sure I'll be skipping a lot of because it doesn't count on my GPA or any shit like that.
After four days of school, I've already gotten in trouble twice. Perhaps it's the fact that I'm almost 17... or maybe it's just because I don't want to call my mom to tell her I'm going to stay to watch the varsity soccer game. I have a car. I have a license. Let me do what I want.
I'm grateful I wasn't punished though, because I did lie to her and I did have to tell her I lied after telling her I didn't lie. I think it's pimp that I wasn't punished, not just lucky. As the room is spinning, I think I need to get back to my essay so I don't fail AP English.
Oh, Mrs. Golding (my awesome freshman English teacher who is so awesome) and PETER is back :} I missed Peter. He's so awesome, even if he went to boarding school for a year because he had alcohol problems and left me hilarious drunk messages. I hope he does alright this year so he can come back full time senior year :} He's so awesome. I love that kid to death.
I also promised Shane, Joel, and Daniel I'd say hi to them in the halls because I definitely slacked off in the saying hi to people in the halls department last year. Ryan and Hannah park next to me so if I get any goddamn dings, I KNOW WHO DID IT. Don't touch my car. Ever. Unless I give you permission.
I'm downloading Naruto episodes because Viz sucks ass and a bastard in Texas named (S.) Michael (M.) Jackson doesn't know how to mail in DVDs. You bastard D: