This One Time at Ranch Camp...Thursday 8/20
Nothing happened. I've never even been to, nor will I ever go to ranch camp. But now that I have your attention, I'd like to take this moment to announce my "plan" to write a short bit every school day of my senior year of high school. By "plan", of course, I meant I would try to get to a computer to write even an adjective to describe the day. This, naturally, does not mean I am actually capable of doing what I say. I could be lying. Let's hope not.
Day 1:
This is the first day of school. So far my IQ has dropped a total of 20 points and everything is unorganized. Good job, Monkey! That of course is what I told myself when my jazz teacher realized the first day is terrible. It doesn't exactly take a genius to figure that out.
The chaos of simply trying to drop a class has become absurd and needing to talk to six people ruins the fun. Nonetheless, my dropping of band for my 1st term has been, quite nearly, completed. All I need to do now is get the rest of the math departments signatures (sarcasm) and I'll be home free. Life was so much simpler when I was a Junior.
Day 1:
This is the first day of school. So far my IQ has dropped a total of 20 points and everything is unorganized. Good job, Monkey! That of course is what I told myself when my jazz teacher realized the first day is terrible. It doesn't exactly take a genius to figure that out.
The chaos of simply trying to drop a class has become absurd and needing to talk to six people ruins the fun. Nonetheless, my dropping of band for my 1st term has been, quite nearly, completed. All I need to do now is get the rest of the math departments signatures (sarcasm) and I'll be home free. Life was so much simpler when I was a Junior.