such a big old black golden buzz
i couldn't escape the powers of livejournal for long. i need to update. yesterday was the last day of school. we had some big homoerotic assembly to attend, a time to walk around and get our grades, and yet another assembly: bigger and more homoerotic. during the first one i sat in the back with charlie and her friend bit who used to go to country day. it's funny how i can never tell if charlie likes me or hates me and is just hanging around me at school a lot for some other reason. the assembly consisted of this long ass slideshow of pictures from the graduating class, complimented by predator-awful music like this coldplay song. peter north could have robbed 4 girls of their virginities during the time we spent watching this.
after that i got my yearbook. there is this ginormous picture of liz, rachel, and me in the sophomore section. i was so proud. liz signed it, but she was the only one because i didn't ask anybody to do so; i wanted to see who would want to. i got all of my exam grades back. it turns out i have straight A's for the year, if you don't count a few minuses, which collages overlook anyway. i got another b in the english exam though, but a 99 on algebra, a 96 on biology, an A- on the french exam, and an A on history. how i never fail to surpass everyone in math and science, but still sustain all the wino characteristics of a flaming right brain baffles me.
french is supposed to be my best class because i have some sort of facility for foreign language, but i can never overcome that diminishing minus i always get. this is probably because i tend to under-study for that class, with the assurance that it takes a mere glance at the words to comprehend the general meanings and patterns that they follow. at least i beat lauren in it. i miss latin. i'd be in fucking latin IV next year if they had it here. i felt a lot cooler being in latin II as a freshman at brother marin, because they didn't teach foreign languages to 8th graders there, thanks to that insufferable religion class and the overal incompetance of the student body. i went from being the only freshman in a foreign language II class to being one of the only sophomores lingering in the I classes. i feel so dumb.
i gave my french teacher a present yesterday, because he was without a doubt my favorite teacher throughout the year. the eccentric man collects ties, and i recalled him complimenting mine at the homecoming dance in like october. i gave that to him. he told me that he would put it in a place of honor in his classroom, which would be interesting to see where he decides to put it. the room probably hasn't been cleaned since he started working there, like 30 years ago, but he still knows where everything is. this is the teacher who befriends all of the boys in my grade who have no other friends in the school, because most people don't like them. it's sad. i hope i have him as my teacher next year. it all hangs on whether or not i do nocca, because if i don't then i can be in honors. i have a week to decide, says mr. philipson, who i talked to for a while yesterday about the subject. he seems to want me to go, but i still have doubts. there's so much i could do at country day without being at nocca.
i finally found out why i never could read the books in my english class. it started from the plain fact that i'm a slow reader, always trying to hone in on the details to where i read things over and over again, falling behind. and i'm so self defeating that once i am below the pace of the class i tell myself that i've failed, and i give up all together.
that sucks. i don't think i should do nocca. i hope i see caity today because i miss her.
after that i got my yearbook. there is this ginormous picture of liz, rachel, and me in the sophomore section. i was so proud. liz signed it, but she was the only one because i didn't ask anybody to do so; i wanted to see who would want to. i got all of my exam grades back. it turns out i have straight A's for the year, if you don't count a few minuses, which collages overlook anyway. i got another b in the english exam though, but a 99 on algebra, a 96 on biology, an A- on the french exam, and an A on history. how i never fail to surpass everyone in math and science, but still sustain all the wino characteristics of a flaming right brain baffles me.
french is supposed to be my best class because i have some sort of facility for foreign language, but i can never overcome that diminishing minus i always get. this is probably because i tend to under-study for that class, with the assurance that it takes a mere glance at the words to comprehend the general meanings and patterns that they follow. at least i beat lauren in it. i miss latin. i'd be in fucking latin IV next year if they had it here. i felt a lot cooler being in latin II as a freshman at brother marin, because they didn't teach foreign languages to 8th graders there, thanks to that insufferable religion class and the overal incompetance of the student body. i went from being the only freshman in a foreign language II class to being one of the only sophomores lingering in the I classes. i feel so dumb.
i gave my french teacher a present yesterday, because he was without a doubt my favorite teacher throughout the year. the eccentric man collects ties, and i recalled him complimenting mine at the homecoming dance in like october. i gave that to him. he told me that he would put it in a place of honor in his classroom, which would be interesting to see where he decides to put it. the room probably hasn't been cleaned since he started working there, like 30 years ago, but he still knows where everything is. this is the teacher who befriends all of the boys in my grade who have no other friends in the school, because most people don't like them. it's sad. i hope i have him as my teacher next year. it all hangs on whether or not i do nocca, because if i don't then i can be in honors. i have a week to decide, says mr. philipson, who i talked to for a while yesterday about the subject. he seems to want me to go, but i still have doubts. there's so much i could do at country day without being at nocca.
i finally found out why i never could read the books in my english class. it started from the plain fact that i'm a slow reader, always trying to hone in on the details to where i read things over and over again, falling behind. and i'm so self defeating that once i am below the pace of the class i tell myself that i've failed, and i give up all together.
that sucks. i don't think i should do nocca. i hope i see caity today because i miss her.