That's Not The Red We Painted, Just Rust
I don't know how I'm going to make a brain out of half of a styrofoam ball and model clay. But by God, will I try.
Is it sad, or at least marginally bitter of my to be sick of school in its entirety already? Even before any real work as begun? I think it just might be, but I don't think I can help it.
That whole parking situation is ridiculous. Over the entirety of my school career I've never parked in the Polish parking lot I leave my house at ten of seven, and I live a mere five minutes away from the high school. I'm also marginally worried that my car will be vandalized by Polish people...and I really don't think this fear is unfounded. I already found weird damage to my right brake-light that looks like it was either a foot or some sort of bat-like weapon. And now I'm contemplating actually telling my parents about it. I'm leaning towards a no.
My coach is ri-God-damned-diculous. She refuses to inform either Jackie or myself about what's going on, though she has both of our cell-phones. She's contemplating adding another captain. Today she had Amber timing me to see if I got to practice on time. Which I did. Biitch. I think she's officially lost her mind. I saw it coming.
My classes, in this apparently school-and-thus-angst-filled post, are relatively awesome. Wankrel is insane but awkwardly hilarious. Hancock, who teaches philosophy, is quirky but nice. Wollins seems to be the type of person to either a) live in his mother's basement forever more or b) be some sort of child molester. I can't tell if I actually like Wollins or not, though I already hate the class. Not physics, which I find oddly interesting, but the actual class. My peers. If I have to listen to Paul K speak one more time without being prompted, I might have to stab him in the ribs with an incredibly blunt object. Cannella is....lackadaisical at best. She seems to have some sort of personality behind the depressed and plainly lackluster shroud. Kelly, though, and French with him has now dropped to either my least favorite class or second least favorite. I'm sure I would love it so very much more if I had Kaushal as a teacher again, but since I don't Kelly is just sucking any desire to actually learn the language right out of me. I fell asleep in his class today, which is in fact a new record for me. Damn you, Ray, for waking me. Though, sort of thank you, because it would have been odd to have been awaken by Mr. Kelly himself. And the event probably would have provided me with a lovely detention or some sort.
The upsides to school and all its implications? Being a senior in general. I didn't imagine it would be anything special, and really, it's not, but there are quite nice perks. The band, in general, is awesome, since we run it now. I love the couch in the senior room. Thank you oh so much Natalia. And I think my authoritative position has also given me audacity. I yelled the hell out of a couple freshmen today at lunch. It was insane of me to do, but it was so much fun as well.
I think I had a little more to say, but I'm too tired to remember currently. So I guess I'll end my school-rant fun here.
Sometimes I have bad days, but sometimes ice cream with Becky makes everything a little bit better.
Is it sad, or at least marginally bitter of my to be sick of school in its entirety already? Even before any real work as begun? I think it just might be, but I don't think I can help it.
That whole parking situation is ridiculous. Over the entirety of my school career I've never parked in the Polish parking lot I leave my house at ten of seven, and I live a mere five minutes away from the high school. I'm also marginally worried that my car will be vandalized by Polish people...and I really don't think this fear is unfounded. I already found weird damage to my right brake-light that looks like it was either a foot or some sort of bat-like weapon. And now I'm contemplating actually telling my parents about it. I'm leaning towards a no.
My coach is ri-God-damned-diculous. She refuses to inform either Jackie or myself about what's going on, though she has both of our cell-phones. She's contemplating adding another captain. Today she had Amber timing me to see if I got to practice on time. Which I did. Biitch. I think she's officially lost her mind. I saw it coming.
My classes, in this apparently school-and-thus-angst-filled post, are relatively awesome. Wankrel is insane but awkwardly hilarious. Hancock, who teaches philosophy, is quirky but nice. Wollins seems to be the type of person to either a) live in his mother's basement forever more or b) be some sort of child molester. I can't tell if I actually like Wollins or not, though I already hate the class. Not physics, which I find oddly interesting, but the actual class. My peers. If I have to listen to Paul K speak one more time without being prompted, I might have to stab him in the ribs with an incredibly blunt object. Cannella is....lackadaisical at best. She seems to have some sort of personality behind the depressed and plainly lackluster shroud. Kelly, though, and French with him has now dropped to either my least favorite class or second least favorite. I'm sure I would love it so very much more if I had Kaushal as a teacher again, but since I don't Kelly is just sucking any desire to actually learn the language right out of me. I fell asleep in his class today, which is in fact a new record for me. Damn you, Ray, for waking me. Though, sort of thank you, because it would have been odd to have been awaken by Mr. Kelly himself. And the event probably would have provided me with a lovely detention or some sort.
The upsides to school and all its implications? Being a senior in general. I didn't imagine it would be anything special, and really, it's not, but there are quite nice perks. The band, in general, is awesome, since we run it now. I love the couch in the senior room. Thank you oh so much Natalia. And I think my authoritative position has also given me audacity. I yelled the hell out of a couple freshmen today at lunch. It was insane of me to do, but it was so much fun as well.
I think I had a little more to say, but I'm too tired to remember currently. So I guess I'll end my school-rant fun here.
Sometimes I have bad days, but sometimes ice cream with Becky makes everything a little bit better.