Physics
High school progresses in its usual sick way. I need summer. Or even Christmas. Just one day. Just one fucking day to watch Oprah and eat chocolate ice cream and not think about physics or algebra or all that other good stuff--which, come to think of it sounds like how I spent most of my summer. Still.
By the way, high school SUCKS. It is bewilderingly big, filled with large, scary men who need deodorant and teachers who really couldn't give two shits about what they're teaching. And I actually bitched about how bad middle school was (sometimes, I would like to go back and torture my past self in a number of creative and exciting ways). Two months (almost three) and I've learned more about the intricate and beautiful graffiti legacy left on my desk by my peers than about normal force or acceleration or whatever the physics teacher-man keeps on rambling about. On the bright side, only three years and eight months, left, eh? I mean, how hard can that be?
On the flip side, not all my classes suck. French is bearable because neither the teacher nor the kids seem to have any idea what's going on, giving the class a very entertaining atmosphere of well, total anarchy. How do you say dumbass in French? I have no fucking idea because we're not learning anything. Which is fine by me. Government/Economics is okay too but this time cause the teacher's really nice and the class is interesting (you have no idea how much pain it causes me to admit that). Well bye now. I have to continue sulking and being generally, as my saintly brother phrases it: "pubertyish". Always good fun.
monkey
By the way, high school SUCKS. It is bewilderingly big, filled with large, scary men who need deodorant and teachers who really couldn't give two shits about what they're teaching. And I actually bitched about how bad middle school was (sometimes, I would like to go back and torture my past self in a number of creative and exciting ways). Two months (almost three) and I've learned more about the intricate and beautiful graffiti legacy left on my desk by my peers than about normal force or acceleration or whatever the physics teacher-man keeps on rambling about. On the bright side, only three years and eight months, left, eh? I mean, how hard can that be?
On the flip side, not all my classes suck. French is bearable because neither the teacher nor the kids seem to have any idea what's going on, giving the class a very entertaining atmosphere of well, total anarchy. How do you say dumbass in French? I have no fucking idea because we're not learning anything. Which is fine by me. Government/Economics is okay too but this time cause the teacher's really nice and the class is interesting (you have no idea how much pain it causes me to admit that). Well bye now. I have to continue sulking and being generally, as my saintly brother phrases it: "pubertyish". Always good fun.
monkey