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yesterday night i had to go to some awards ceremony where i gto an award for being best sophmore english class person thing. Which shows how low the standards here are. There was some sophmore chick who is in like advanced calculus times 10 and is one of the 12 people in the damned country to b accepted as an intern at NASA. Way to make me feel stupid.
School today was pretty bipolar. English was fun because we did Julius Caesar and i love any excuse to wear a toga. PE was odd. we did relay or life so we just walkd the track all day. It was fun until i almost got in a fight with Tariq. Big, black, popular, peppy black dude. I know him from the wrestling team and he could kick my ass. So i told him to, as he said, "drop me." He decided he didn't want to get suspended. Then it wasnt so fun anymore.
Math sucked. We had to do reverse factoring or something, and we had a worksheet with 32 questions and we had to do 20 and it would count as a quiz grade. I managed all of 8. so assuming i got noen wrong, i got aout a 30%. Yay
Art was typical. I drew shit and looked at girls. time of my life.
Wrestling was funny. I talked to tariq and it turned out he was high and didnt know what was going on. So yay for drugs. And i had to tape my leg up to keep my diseases and whatnot from touching every body else. My leg was red for an hour after tearing that off and i have no leg hair on my thigh any more.
And i ate ice cream.
School today was pretty bipolar. English was fun because we did Julius Caesar and i love any excuse to wear a toga. PE was odd. we did relay or life so we just walkd the track all day. It was fun until i almost got in a fight with Tariq. Big, black, popular, peppy black dude. I know him from the wrestling team and he could kick my ass. So i told him to, as he said, "drop me." He decided he didn't want to get suspended. Then it wasnt so fun anymore.
Math sucked. We had to do reverse factoring or something, and we had a worksheet with 32 questions and we had to do 20 and it would count as a quiz grade. I managed all of 8. so assuming i got noen wrong, i got aout a 30%. Yay
Art was typical. I drew shit and looked at girls. time of my life.
Wrestling was funny. I talked to tariq and it turned out he was high and didnt know what was going on. So yay for drugs. And i had to tape my leg up to keep my diseases and whatnot from touching every body else. My leg was red for an hour after tearing that off and i have no leg hair on my thigh any more.
And i ate ice cream.