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New classes.
Jan. 5th, 2006 09:27 pmSo, my second semester of my last year in high school- effectively, my last semester of high school- is not going so well.
I've got three new classes. I don't think I ever talked about my old classes, so I'll pay them a tribute now and then get on to the rest of my classes.
My old second period was a class called Keyboarding and Business Skills. My teacher was Mrs. Merritt, who had her first wedding anniversary during my time in her class. She dresses like a teenager (albeit a rather classy teenager.) I really liked her, and I started to like the class toward the end.
My old third period was Nutrition and Wellness. We learned about what you're not supposed to eat and blah blah, we made cookies and muffins and had parties, la la la. I really liked Mrs. Grady, as her perspectives and opinions as well as her extremely dry sense of humor made that class not only tolerable, but occasionally enjoyable.
My old fifth period was hell, and I fell asleep every day not because I'm an insomniac, but because I hated Mr. Bush THAT MUCH.
I still have Mrs. Long's English class (eep work!), Mr. Wagner's Anatomy class (eep! more work!), and Mrs. Alleyne's Algebra 2 class (EEP MATH!).
My new classes are a reverse of my old ones. Instead of two I liked and one I passionately hated, now I have TWO I passionately hate and one that's moderately enjoyable and looks to be rather enlightening.
My new second period is Mr. Swartout's intermediate volleyball class. Swartout has two volleyball classes at once, which is weird. But he's... not such a good person. He just sucks. It also sucks that I have only vague ideas about how to play volleyball, and I'm about as athletic as my vanilla lipsmacker. I doubt I'm going to have a problem in that class, as long as I pretend to play volleyball; a bonus is that no one in my class seems to be very serious about it so I won't have to worry about that. My old gym uniform may present a problem; the lady who gave me mine gave me a girl's large shirt and a boy's small shorts. I am not large and I am not small. I'm especially not boy-small, because they have narrow hips and I... definitely don't. I haven't worn it since 10th grade, and I've definitely gained weight since then, but I'll only have to wear it for about a half an hour every day, so it doesn't matter. I have no friends in that class, but one girl was rather friendly, so it won't be too bad... I guess.
Third period is World Cultural Geography with someone called Ms. Herb. She reminds me of Mrs. Miranda, mostly because of her physical appearance. However, today she spelled Rocky Mountains "Rockey Mountains" and said "world people". I think she meant "the world's people". So, another Mrs. Miranda similarity. The work is rather simple, but her notebook is kind of confusing. My classmates, however, are hellish. "Ms. Herb, I don't wanna do no work. That's a lot of reading Ms. Herb!" said one girl. We had a small packet to read, and four questions to answer. They're the kind of questions where the answers are RIGHT THERE in the text, so they were also mindlessly simple. However, this girl said "I BEEN WORKIN ALL DAY!" Mind you, this was halfway through THIRD PERIOD, and I highly doubt she has very advanced classes. The rest of the people in my class are braindead. I sit next to a guy who comes from somewhere south or something, talks too fast for his dumbass accent, and also isn't funny, AT ALL, but he seems to think his comments are necessary and appreciated. He has one of those smirks on his face as if to say "yeah, I'm cool" and also "hahah, I'm breaking school rules". ...No, you're not cool, you're not funny, you're not attractive, you're not intelligent, and you're not really breaking any kind of hardcore school rule. In short, you are a dumbass. I'm one of only two seniors in my class, but the other is a complete moron, so I'm really very much alone. Also, there is much heated debate over whether or not the class counts as a social studies credit or an elective credit. This isn't the kids being dumb; they were told by their guidance councelors that it counted, but according to Ms. Herb, it doesn't.
My new fifth period is pretty awesome. Our classroom is out in the middle of nowhere, but we have lunch after that so it's okay. Mr. Scott is teaching our AP government class, and he's both nice and mildly amusing, so that's a plus. He's not, you know, fall-down funny, but he's got a sense of humor and a positive attitude, so he's good in my book. Our book doesn't seem THAT bad. My classmates make it pretty awesome, since I have Bianca, Andrea, Stephanie+Patrick, Billy, Mike, and of course Shoshannah. So it's all good. It seems like it'll be more interesting than Economics (my father said "Oh yeah. DEFINITELY." when I asked him if he thought so.)
My new schedule doesn't sound so bad, but trust me- it's beyond my words.
I haven't been feeling emotionally "well" for the past week/week and a half, so that hasn't made the transition to the new classes any easier.
I need to do my major works data sheet for Mrs. Long, which I'm not looking forward to.
Ever read Kate Chopin's The Awakening? I don't particularly like it very much.
-xo @ 9:56 PM
I've got three new classes. I don't think I ever talked about my old classes, so I'll pay them a tribute now and then get on to the rest of my classes.
My old second period was a class called Keyboarding and Business Skills. My teacher was Mrs. Merritt, who had her first wedding anniversary during my time in her class. She dresses like a teenager (albeit a rather classy teenager.) I really liked her, and I started to like the class toward the end.
My old third period was Nutrition and Wellness. We learned about what you're not supposed to eat and blah blah, we made cookies and muffins and had parties, la la la. I really liked Mrs. Grady, as her perspectives and opinions as well as her extremely dry sense of humor made that class not only tolerable, but occasionally enjoyable.
My old fifth period was hell, and I fell asleep every day not because I'm an insomniac, but because I hated Mr. Bush THAT MUCH.
I still have Mrs. Long's English class (eep work!), Mr. Wagner's Anatomy class (eep! more work!), and Mrs. Alleyne's Algebra 2 class (EEP MATH!).
My new classes are a reverse of my old ones. Instead of two I liked and one I passionately hated, now I have TWO I passionately hate and one that's moderately enjoyable and looks to be rather enlightening.
My new second period is Mr. Swartout's intermediate volleyball class. Swartout has two volleyball classes at once, which is weird. But he's... not such a good person. He just sucks. It also sucks that I have only vague ideas about how to play volleyball, and I'm about as athletic as my vanilla lipsmacker. I doubt I'm going to have a problem in that class, as long as I pretend to play volleyball; a bonus is that no one in my class seems to be very serious about it so I won't have to worry about that. My old gym uniform may present a problem; the lady who gave me mine gave me a girl's large shirt and a boy's small shorts. I am not large and I am not small. I'm especially not boy-small, because they have narrow hips and I... definitely don't. I haven't worn it since 10th grade, and I've definitely gained weight since then, but I'll only have to wear it for about a half an hour every day, so it doesn't matter. I have no friends in that class, but one girl was rather friendly, so it won't be too bad... I guess.
Third period is World Cultural Geography with someone called Ms. Herb. She reminds me of Mrs. Miranda, mostly because of her physical appearance. However, today she spelled Rocky Mountains "Rockey Mountains" and said "world people". I think she meant "the world's people". So, another Mrs. Miranda similarity. The work is rather simple, but her notebook is kind of confusing. My classmates, however, are hellish. "Ms. Herb, I don't wanna do no work. That's a lot of reading Ms. Herb!" said one girl. We had a small packet to read, and four questions to answer. They're the kind of questions where the answers are RIGHT THERE in the text, so they were also mindlessly simple. However, this girl said "I BEEN WORKIN ALL DAY!" Mind you, this was halfway through THIRD PERIOD, and I highly doubt she has very advanced classes. The rest of the people in my class are braindead. I sit next to a guy who comes from somewhere south or something, talks too fast for his dumbass accent, and also isn't funny, AT ALL, but he seems to think his comments are necessary and appreciated. He has one of those smirks on his face as if to say "yeah, I'm cool" and also "hahah, I'm breaking school rules". ...No, you're not cool, you're not funny, you're not attractive, you're not intelligent, and you're not really breaking any kind of hardcore school rule. In short, you are a dumbass. I'm one of only two seniors in my class, but the other is a complete moron, so I'm really very much alone. Also, there is much heated debate over whether or not the class counts as a social studies credit or an elective credit. This isn't the kids being dumb; they were told by their guidance councelors that it counted, but according to Ms. Herb, it doesn't.
My new fifth period is pretty awesome. Our classroom is out in the middle of nowhere, but we have lunch after that so it's okay. Mr. Scott is teaching our AP government class, and he's both nice and mildly amusing, so that's a plus. He's not, you know, fall-down funny, but he's got a sense of humor and a positive attitude, so he's good in my book. Our book doesn't seem THAT bad. My classmates make it pretty awesome, since I have Bianca, Andrea, Stephanie+Patrick, Billy, Mike, and of course Shoshannah. So it's all good. It seems like it'll be more interesting than Economics (my father said "Oh yeah. DEFINITELY." when I asked him if he thought so.)
My new schedule doesn't sound so bad, but trust me- it's beyond my words.
I haven't been feeling emotionally "well" for the past week/week and a half, so that hasn't made the transition to the new classes any easier.
I need to do my major works data sheet for Mrs. Long, which I'm not looking forward to.
Ever read Kate Chopin's The Awakening? I don't particularly like it very much.
-xo @ 9:56 PM
