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wow. school is utter crap.
i started yesterday. i... cannot believe how much i loathe it.
first period; mr. dobson (icp/science) ....mr. dobson is cool and all, but this class is all about teamwork!!1, which i cannot do. half of the class is freshmen who should be sophomores. the other half are real freshmen, who are all like "high school is soooo cool so far!!!11!1" and the sophmores are all like "i give 'em a week."
second; mr. massey (world history) not only is this teacher a cowboy, his moustache drips down the sides of his mouth. he says things like "good golly molly," "fanny," and "horse sense." wally is in this class with me! we crack jokes about our lame teacher.
third; mrs. burroughs (algebra ii) ...i guess i passed summer school. doesn't matter though, because even if i didn't this lady would still suck.
fourth; mr. cox (biology) this guy has the worst drone to his voice i have ever heard. the good news: when hisvoice starts to get hoarse/he isn't lecturing, he often sounds like the old pervert chris delivers the paper to in family guy.
LUNCH!!!! okay, even lunch sucks. more on that later.
fifth; mrs. burroughs (math lab) i don't know whose wise idea it was to have two math classes in one day, but even if i could stand that, seeing this lady again ruins it.
sixth; mrs. harlin (english ii) funny, could've sworn i only passed half of my english i. well anyway, this lady is annoying too. shauntel and ryan are in this class with me, but it still sucks because i still hold a tiny grudge on shauntel and ryan is.. ryan.
seventh; mrs. johnson (art) finally got in art. this isn't so bad, except the people in this class don't really draw ever, they just think art is a blowoff class. as a result, the girls who sit next to me always look disgusted with -something-, which seems to include my drawings, which are better than theirs.
eighth; mr. kennemore (drivers ed) ...this guy is extremely forgetful, tells lots of stories, and treats us like idiots. despite this, and his ugly, i can actually trust him with teaching me to drive. he seems... i have no word for it. but it's good. *thumbs up*
school is best friends with my teen angst. it stresses me out to even be at school, because i am constantly fretting over something, since the rules are super strict now. if your first period teacher lets you by with a dress code violation, they'll be in the 55-minute afterschool detention with you.
...yeah.
at lunch.. what absolute shit. i reclusively sit in the corner robin used to sit in, only she had friends with her and i don't think it smelled like pee then. despite this, i sit there anyways, because i hate being in lines at lunch and carol tells me i might have ACID REFLUX DISEASE!!!!, so i don't get a coke unless i am dying of thirst, and even then i barely drink it. and it's not that bringing my own lunch is nerdy, but we have nothing i could bring in the first place, and on top of that when i used to bring my lunch to school (elementary), it wouldn't be as appealing to me anymore by the time i got to eat it. i'd rather just not eat. i don't eat much in the first place, and in fact, i usually don't like eating unless it's like.. mexican food or doughnuts.
but see. sitting in that corner. it's the most emotional corner i have ever sat in. hearing that white noise, just the sound of all those people standing outside talking, it drives me insane. i hate it, but i can't escape from it. if i go inside it echoes. so i sit outside. in my corner. waiting for lunch to end, but i don't really want it to end at all because i'll just have to go back to mrs. burroughs, and god i hate her more than that neverending noise. and there was a point where i was shrivelled up just.. muttering to myself and crying and cris and shauntel come up to me, asking what's wrong, but i don't know what to tell them, because i don't know, and even if i did i wouldn't want them to know.
amanda, deanna, cris and shauntel all have my lunch, but i never see them or sit with them (as if cris and shauntel sit anyways, they're always running around because god forbid cris stands still). unless you count the like two one-minute visits i get from cris and shauntel, where they either a) ask if i'm okay, b) kick me (without physical contact. like jokingly) or c) continually poke/prod/punch/fabricate and in other ways just plain annoy me until cris finally says "LET'S GO, SHE'S NO FUN" and shauntel's all "but she's loooonelyyyy"
which i don't understand. everyone comes up to me because they think i'm lonely. but... no. i just want to sit in my fetal position and write on my hands, or become enveloped with that damned noise that never ends, augh. that noise. it drives me insane. i hate it, i hate it hate it hate it.
me and my lame high school problems.
i started yesterday. i... cannot believe how much i loathe it.
first period; mr. dobson (icp/science) ....mr. dobson is cool and all, but this class is all about teamwork!!1, which i cannot do. half of the class is freshmen who should be sophomores. the other half are real freshmen, who are all like "high school is soooo cool so far!!!11!1" and the sophmores are all like "i give 'em a week."
second; mr. massey (world history) not only is this teacher a cowboy, his moustache drips down the sides of his mouth. he says things like "good golly molly," "fanny," and "horse sense." wally is in this class with me! we crack jokes about our lame teacher.
third; mrs. burroughs (algebra ii) ...i guess i passed summer school. doesn't matter though, because even if i didn't this lady would still suck.
fourth; mr. cox (biology) this guy has the worst drone to his voice i have ever heard. the good news: when hisvoice starts to get hoarse/he isn't lecturing, he often sounds like the old pervert chris delivers the paper to in family guy.
LUNCH!!!! okay, even lunch sucks. more on that later.
fifth; mrs. burroughs (math lab) i don't know whose wise idea it was to have two math classes in one day, but even if i could stand that, seeing this lady again ruins it.
sixth; mrs. harlin (english ii) funny, could've sworn i only passed half of my english i. well anyway, this lady is annoying too. shauntel and ryan are in this class with me, but it still sucks because i still hold a tiny grudge on shauntel and ryan is.. ryan.
seventh; mrs. johnson (art) finally got in art. this isn't so bad, except the people in this class don't really draw ever, they just think art is a blowoff class. as a result, the girls who sit next to me always look disgusted with -something-, which seems to include my drawings, which are better than theirs.
eighth; mr. kennemore (drivers ed) ...this guy is extremely forgetful, tells lots of stories, and treats us like idiots. despite this, and his ugly, i can actually trust him with teaching me to drive. he seems... i have no word for it. but it's good. *thumbs up*
school is best friends with my teen angst. it stresses me out to even be at school, because i am constantly fretting over something, since the rules are super strict now. if your first period teacher lets you by with a dress code violation, they'll be in the 55-minute afterschool detention with you.
...yeah.
at lunch.. what absolute shit. i reclusively sit in the corner robin used to sit in, only she had friends with her and i don't think it smelled like pee then. despite this, i sit there anyways, because i hate being in lines at lunch and carol tells me i might have ACID REFLUX DISEASE!!!!, so i don't get a coke unless i am dying of thirst, and even then i barely drink it. and it's not that bringing my own lunch is nerdy, but we have nothing i could bring in the first place, and on top of that when i used to bring my lunch to school (elementary), it wouldn't be as appealing to me anymore by the time i got to eat it. i'd rather just not eat. i don't eat much in the first place, and in fact, i usually don't like eating unless it's like.. mexican food or doughnuts.
but see. sitting in that corner. it's the most emotional corner i have ever sat in. hearing that white noise, just the sound of all those people standing outside talking, it drives me insane. i hate it, but i can't escape from it. if i go inside it echoes. so i sit outside. in my corner. waiting for lunch to end, but i don't really want it to end at all because i'll just have to go back to mrs. burroughs, and god i hate her more than that neverending noise. and there was a point where i was shrivelled up just.. muttering to myself and crying and cris and shauntel come up to me, asking what's wrong, but i don't know what to tell them, because i don't know, and even if i did i wouldn't want them to know.
amanda, deanna, cris and shauntel all have my lunch, but i never see them or sit with them (as if cris and shauntel sit anyways, they're always running around because god forbid cris stands still). unless you count the like two one-minute visits i get from cris and shauntel, where they either a) ask if i'm okay, b) kick me (without physical contact. like jokingly) or c) continually poke/prod/punch/fabricate and in other ways just plain annoy me until cris finally says "LET'S GO, SHE'S NO FUN" and shauntel's all "but she's loooonelyyyy"
which i don't understand. everyone comes up to me because they think i'm lonely. but... no. i just want to sit in my fetal position and write on my hands, or become enveloped with that damned noise that never ends, augh. that noise. it drives me insane. i hate it, i hate it hate it hate it.
me and my lame high school problems.