What’s cooler than being cool? Ice cold!!
So, you know, now that we have two hours and thirty minutes of swim practice, I’m used to waking up with various aching parts, but today I woke up and my EYEBROWS were aching. Isn’t that just weird?? I really don’t know how swimming can possibly affect my, uh, outer lobotomic region, but I guess it’s possible. Maybe because we were mostly fooling around at practice yesterday. We were supposed to be practicing starts and turns (dives and flip turns), both of which are the bane of my swimming capabilities, but after a few we started messing around, doing imitation-Olympic-swimmer dives (where you fling your head up in mid-air, and where I managed to execute a terrific belly flop), sailor dives (where you dive in with your arms at your sides), cannonballs off the blocks, and plain falling off the blocks, which is surprisingly difficult to do. By the way, I finally found out the name of the assistant coach. She’s Ms. Brennan, the new Health teacher at the high school. Thank god I don’t have her. I’m sorry, but that would just be awkward.
Speaking of school, I already know I’m going to hate chemistry with a blistering passion. I mean, it’s the FIRST-AND-A-HALF week, and I’m already struggling with significant- figure crap and converting micrometers to pounds, which I never knew before could be possible. Plus, it’s been entirely math, which is a bad sign. For some reason, math mixed with science has always made me extremely insecure. Maybe because that way, there is SO much more possibility for mistakes. Plus, you can’t guess.
And…did I mention the teacher.
MR. REID: (asks us a question)
CLASS: (silent)
MR. REID: Come on! (Repeats question) Haven’t any of you ever heard of answering a teacher’s question??
CLASS: (someone answers with a tentative “yes”) (Rest of class answers “yes”)
MR. REID: Well, then what is it??? Is it because you’re SCARED of me??
CLASS: (silent again)
Lol. After going in for Extra Help, I’m slightly less terrified of him…rather, just merely…scared of him. Why? Maybe because he’s hinted that anyone whose homework forces him to put some red ink on it puts him in a bad mood, and to make him feel better, he likes to take off points. So now I’m freaked out about being wrong. And my homework gives me no peace of mind: like I said before, you can’t guess in math. So, my answers all look pretty wrong to me. And, due to my particular talent and fantastic gift for doing math, they probably are.
Okay, I’m going to try to be more optimistic now. Chemistry Lab DOES look pretty cool. On Friday, Mr. Reid was showing us how to bend glass and stretch it and twist it into little loops, which was very intriguing.
Okay, I’m going to take a break from talking about school now. On a whole new random topic, our house is going through a massive renovation right now. We replaced our pathetic backyard fence, and ripped up all the overgrown bushes. The ripped up bushes are still lying all over the yard, so it really looks like we were hit by Hurricane Ivan, or whatever name we’re up to. Yesterday, Mom, Joe, Justin and I took a trip to Home Depot, which is always interesting. You know, if I ever got a job, I would seriously consider the Home Depot for 2 reasons:
1. You get to drive around in that car that goes through the store picking up heavy packages and beep at people in your way.
OR
2. You could work as a cashier, and see the interestingly-mismatched and completely random items people buy there. After all, the Home Depot carries all the things you could possibly need for constructive work. It certainly would make MY day to see, possibly, a customer buying a new toilet seat and say, a bag of wood chips. Or, a double-edged gasoline-powered handsaw and a toothbrush holder.
Well, I thoroughly doubt the Home Depot sells toothbrush holders, but you get the gist.
Oh yea, you’re probably wondering WHY we went to the Home Depot. Well, we bought a new screen door and a clay planting-pot, which is rather interestingly-mismatched in itself.