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Kay, I'm gonna try and get something down because I really want to.
I'll post something about vacation in my next post.
It's nice having my computer back, it's in a corner of the house no one can see at so I can stay up and type this.
So today was an interesting day. Not just because of the WASL starting (God damn you "no child left behind" act!).
Anyway, the really interesting part happened in art. I feel bad for my art teacher having to put up with me and my friends and the other idiots in the room. Today we were being loud during the "silent reading period" like we always tend to be. It felt louder than usual, with loud clacking noises and random laughing. I couldn't help but join in, no matter how many times I tried to read BLEACH. Well, anyway, I was trying to read BLEACH, and as usual my friends decided that they were gonna make fun of my manga again so they took it and started reading little sections out of it and piecing it together into a story that's horribly wrong. It was starting to piss me off more today because I was trying to draw it in my sketchbook for tomorrow, but they kept grabbing it, reading crap aloud and passing it around to each other. Eventually I almost jumped across the table to get and Connor's arm and then the teacher yelled at me. u_u And of course they keep the book. Well the very last time they did it, I didn't get it back. I was sitting there watching them pass it around, trying to keep it out of my sight very badly, and eventually I lost track of it. So I asked Connor where it was, and eventually it became them pretending that I was a fourty-two year old female in a comma for thirty years named Timothy. And I was searching for the "book" which turns out to be the bible, and suddenly the book never existed. So I was getting really angry at them trying to have them give me the book because I was enjoying drawing Erohime on the front cover, but all the way until the end of the period they just kept pretending they didn't know where it was, that other people who weren't involved had it, and that it didn't exist. Finally when I got to lunch they finally gave it back. It's crap like that, and when they randomly say that the books are about rapings and crap that makes me not want to bring that stuff to school, or at least keep it in my locker until after school.
Then after lunch I had band. A percussionist who hadn't been there yesterday came in (and his hair looked really cool! >_> wink with his hood up and his bangs over his eyes and a few minutes into class my teacher started yelling at him for takling while she was working with some random section. Then she tells him to take his hood off and he kinda throws it off or whatever, and she says "You don't have to do it so aggressivley..." so he says "Okay, I'll do it better." and he puts his hood back on and takes it off slowly. Then my teacher finally cracks and sends him to her office and says "Starting today you're looking for a new class." (Which made me sad because he looked good today...). Then she started telling other people that they could leave as well if they wanted and she only wanted people in band that wanted to be in band and if they didn't they should tell her so she can fill their spot with an eight grader. Which made me feel guilty for changing my elective. And she went through the whole last row (which I'm in) and complimented them (the rest of the band too, but us first. =P) and she said that it was amazing in it's self that I was playing bassoon (which made me feel like she was calling me short because it's kinda big...). That made me even more guilty... Then she kept lecturing us about how we were "a year behind" all the other bands because she had to take a year off the year that we started, so we didn't learn things right (with seven people the first year instead of one or two the next year, that must've been one crappy year.). It makes me kinda angry when teachers say crap like, "Oh~ You're doing this the best of all my classes!" and then turn around and say that. Pointless ego boosts that get shot down. Then she said something about how we're not mature, she doesn't want to take us places like this, and how ninth grade music is so much harder. How we could just "play around" for two months and learn sixth grade music a week before the concert instead of learning the already easy pieces she give to us. She basically talked to us for half of our five minute brake imbetween classes and has us all make notes for our next classes. I was two minutes late.
Sixth period was just some interesting conversations and events. Like while when Ms. Cason was looking out the door to yell at Jacob, Megan jumped out of her chair, around James' desk and grabbed a bag of pretzels, then got all the way back to her seat in like two seconds. That was funny...
[edit]: Oh ya, and I just thought I'd say that our lunch lady is soo cool, because she actually paid off part of my temporary debt (I debt like every week... I get out of it eventually though. =D). She adds a bit of change to my account so that I can still buy lunch, and I think that's so cool and nice. I tried to pay her back yesterday, but she didn't take it and she made me put it on my account. D= She's so nice. Maybe I should make her a card or something... Isn't there some staff appreciation week or something..?
 Arancia · Wed Apr 19, 2006 @ 07:51am · 2 Comments |
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