Today I became a fashion sellout. I wore a pre-wrinkled shirt. For shhhame!
ANYway...
School was bearable today if only because of a great weekend. Saw Garden State which rocked more than i can say. It was so REAL, and I fell in love with Zach Braff alllll over again. Mostly cause his hair was different. Hah. Shawshank Redemption was also amazing, I made it to the revenge with my bladder almost bursting at the seams. Do bladders have seams? Too much grapefruit juice. The rest was a naked blur, with cookies, and at one point I took someone's cigarette and flicked the ash off the end just to see how it would feel. Unfortunately it made me feel about twice as cool. And cigarettes are too expensive for me to only pretend to smoke them just to do that.
Today I kicked some Anthro ass; I would be an antropologist/sociologist if I knew it would provide me with a steady job. I couldn't be a psychologist because I would be too tempted to tell the poor people I talked to, to get the fuck over it. Pity. Math also went pretty well. By well I mean pathetic, I got a 70 when I was expecting way under that. My mark over the whole year has only dropped three or so per cent. So if I get my act together sooner rather than later I don't have to face my parents wrath. I'll get on that. I really want to know my health mark too, beacause i'm hoping that will balance out my beep test failure of 3.5 levels. Again, for shhhame. At least I can throw a football.
Mr Bower does this thing in history where he just sits there and gets quiet, and the class gets louder and louder and so on. Then some kid will inevitably pipe up with the much needed "shhhhhhhhh" and the lesson goes on. Until that happens again. I can't decide if I agree with what he's doing or not. I mean I understand that we're being bratty and talking and what not, but isn't it up to him to keep us quiet. He shouldn't even ask us, but at least an authoritative shushing or something. Because, and all of you who take World History, or Anthro, or American History will understand this, the people who make up the majority of those classes NEED someone to tell them to shut the hell up. In a class where work gets done, and the talking is about the subject, the teacher can practically leave the class altogether. The humanities courses require sped training! (I made that up, but still!) I still can't really decide, but as it stands, we took a full hour to take up some true and false questions and a map.
I'll be more insightful later.
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