First days of years past.
September 6th, 2005.
eww school. me no likey.
so i walk in this morning and I see basically all of my friends in one spot. i say hi to everyone and it feels just like seventh grade again -- me, Lilly, Kate and Bob walking around like bestest friends. and i hang out with all of my bestest friends until i have to go upstairs. woo for Amy, Kate, Lilly, Bob, Scott, Brenna, Barty and Kathryn.
except i feel like someone's ignoring me. :'(...
so it turns out that Mel is in my homeroom too. happy dayyyy. I busted my shoulder trying to get my backpack off and into my locker. it hurts so bad. oh well.
so, after kicking, cursing, and yelling at our lockers (haha) Mel and I go back into Mrs. Aten's room andddddd then we go to A period.
A period.
As in Spanish.
With Señor Torres.
Who seems to have gotten cooler over the summer.
But I'm still worried that I'm going to suck at Spanish this year. gahh save me. no me gusta español.
Haha then B period is Making Memories with Mrs. Scheffler. For the first 20 minutes of class, Bob is the only guy in there. but then Chapin, Shulman, and Tim come in. i love how i'm on last name basis with half of the guys in our school. but whatevah. in Making Memories, we're doing cross-stitch and i'm totally making Daffy Duck, dawgit. mwahahaaaa.
Ew then math was C period. Integrated math. level one. god i feel like a nerd. Mrs. Baughman said, "So, you're in this class because you love math and you're good at it!"
um.
not quite, no.
AND WE GOT HOMEWORK. LIKE, HOMEWORK FROM THE BOOK HOMEWORK. ON THE FIRSTTTT DAYYYY.
this year is going to suck major dumbass. yes, major DUMBASS. like ME. i'm NOT good at MATH. boo you whore.
then D period. science. I NEVER LIKED SCIENCE. and now lucky Kelsey gets to sit next to none other than Ryan. Fliss. everyone tells me he's wicked mean and never talks to you. probably because i'm not on the same damn social level as him. shallow bum.
But this is definitely my quote of the day: "Science never sucks, but vacuums do." -- Mrs. Eppley. haha.
E PERIOD WAS AWESOME. BECAUSE I LOVE MR. DAVIDSON. and he loves me too. he just doesnt show it.
Me: Mr. Davidson, this is my friend Kathryn. She's going to be very annoying to you.
Mr. Davidson: Kelsey... i don't think anyone is gonna be more annoying than you.
yes, that's love goshdarnit.
AND DURING LUNCH I LEARNED WHO MY REAL FRIENDS ARE. cause BARTY wouldn't SIT with us. that LOSER. humph.
lyk omgzz j/kkkk.
or am I.
no one knows. beeeeeeotch.
F period was History. Tom Strachan and I are sitting in the "Box seats" of Mrs. Aten's room. basically its the only three seats by her desk, and the other desks are set up on other sides of the room. its kickassssss. we get VIP treatment. its so cool.
G was English. I don't know why, but Mrs. Copher and one of the kids started talking about Mr. Kearney and it made me sad cause I WANT TO GO BACK TO SEVENTH GRADE. REALLY BADDDDDDD. and I want Mr. Kearney backkkk.
I visited Mr. O'Leary after school though. :) He's awesome.
Haha and Ms. McCuiston was talking to Miss Ladieu in the hall. I said hi. and then I saw my old locker and ran over to it. i was yelling "OH MY GOD ITS MY OLD LOCKER! I MISS YOUUUU!!" and i hugged it. haha you shoulda seen the look Miss Ladieu gave me. Hee-larious.
then i came home and did my bastard homework.
I WANT SUMMER BACK.
and i want someone to stop acting weird. we were best buds last year and now they're all iffy around me... make it stop. please. :'(
September 6th, 2006.
Due to popular demand. ;)
I know I sucked at updating over the summer but I promise I'll be better about it now that school's in.
Speaking of school, I'm officially a freshman, and i have been for two days. whatttt.
High School is definitely not as bad as everyone made it out to be. I'm having fun. My teachers are all great and despite the fact that I'm in all accelerated / honors classes, we hardly get any work.
*knock on wood*
Mr. Nelson is le shit. I love him. He's so funny, and he grew up in Kansas. I love listening to him talk because he has that twangy white trash accent. Especially when he says "textbook." oh man. haha yay math!
Mrs. Hallett is like Mrs. Eppley in a weird sort of way. She seems cool enough, despite the fact that I hate physics. oops.
er Mrs. Hanlon I don't really... understand. but it's okay I only have her for Study Hall C period. and two days I have gym so it's cool.
BUT MR. BEKSHA. oh lord. he's my F period study and he's the funniest person ever. He and Mr. Nelson like to make fun of each other. it's awesome.
and Sef! I heart Sef. Mr. Sefick's my english teacher and he's like 25 with this slicked back hair that actually falls in his face and those harry potter glasses. he's adorable. and he's pretty funny, too.
eventhoughnoonewillevermatchuptomrkearney*cough*
Mrs. Maiorana is losing her mind, which is honestly so funny. I sit next to Bee in History so we laugh about all of her lame jokes all period. Today she showed us her impersonation of the Big Dig. oh my god.
who else...
ah, Senora Curran. she reminds me of Mrs. Baughman. hahahhaha.
(Baughman > Curran)
i think that's it. my homeroom teacher kicks some butt too.
so far I'm liking High School. =)
September 5th, 2007.
1 down, 179 to go.
My face is so dry.
I came home right away and washed off my makeup cause its gross outside.
And I had to wear a sweatshirt.
Because it's cute and I love it.
There were new kids everywhere! And freshmen! I got so lost.
There's new girls in my math, english, and biology classes. The math girl, i think her name is Melissa but someone called her Missy, is really pretty so I don't like her. :(
Actually she seemed pretty nice so maybe I'll talk to her tomorrow, haha.
Well math was bogus. Not looking forward to this class.
English is my love, as always, but I have an essay due Friday. I don't even know if I'll be in Friday. Probably, but I'll do it tonight anyway.
PHOTOGRAPHY IS THE SHIT. and i can say that cause Stapes said we can say 'shit.' and 'bitch.' just no f-bombs. and since its all girls, that's the man-bashing class. heh heh.
Bio i might like. I dunno yet.
Spanish. Bahaha what a joke.
IPEC = <3
And history is basically gonna be the best class ever. I love it already.
I was really scared I would have a bad day cause I was all upset and shit last night, but I just couldn't. The bus was fantastic, I got to see a bunch of people this morning, and I got to hug Ryan. I was kinda still iffy through D period but lunch was fabulous. So that made me happy. :D
Nooooooow I have books to cover and things to write and maybe a plate of nachos to make up. Who knows?
I like reminiscing.
On to Junior year, shall we?
September 3rd, 2008.
I woke up in the WEIRDEST position. I was on my back with my knees bent, curled up to my chest. I've tried to sleep like that before but it never worked. Regardless, I only got a few hours of sleep and that was okay with me, up until around F period. But F period was Pre-Calc with Kelly Bliss and she's my favorite ever second only to Mr. Regan AND THOSE TWO, MAY I ADD, ARE LIKE THE ONLY PEOPLE WHO RECOGNIZED ME TODAY. Even Ryan was confused. I ran up and hugged him from behind, so he obviously knew it was me, but when I said "turn around and give me a real hug," he just kinda looked at me like "... Kelsey?!" Same with Sex and everyone fucking else I saw today I don't even remember.
Jimmy Davock told me I look like a model. Hahahaha I kinda missed him. <3
No classes with Max, though he did poke me in the side and say "Hi Kelsey" this morning. It was weird. I guess I wasn't really expecting it but hey, couldn't hurt and it didn't.
Classes are lame but mostly 'cause we're not doing anything yet. Rich is in two.. three?.. a couple of my classes. It's strange seeing him, especially after what Amy told me, how he's all "I want to talk to Kate and Kelsey but I can't bring myself to. I'm the one that left them, they deserve better." I mean, that's such a Bob thing to say. But he's Rich now.. I mean, this kid was my favorite.
I'm content with who I have now, though. So if any former-friends choose to talk to me, then it's all for the better.
I'm excited for tomorrow. But for now, I need to amuse Johnny/Dylan and write a 350-500 word essay for Parrella about why I write. Cool beans.