What’s Goin’ On?
Since I need to get a lot into a little, in this entry I shall generalize a day in my life as of now. Hopefully, this shall make up for my discrepancy and allow me to sneak in some forgotten details. All right then…
My dreams are disappointingly vague when I awake to Valerie’s harpy screech. There hasn’t been anything to write in my dream log for over a fortnight because of my rusty re-call. Breakfast is always bland, but that’s not the reason I usually skip on it. Usually there’s no time for a meal in the morning because the chaos of my household narrows my time. I estimate, realistically, that I am late for school one out of every three days. No good reason, either. At least I have Mr. Smith’s dreadful class for first hour, so it’s not as if I’m missing anything.
You can choose not to believe me, but I am completely serious when I say we do nothing in Mr. Smith’s class. The guy is a coach, he doesn’t have his own classroom, and his students prefer to jerk around and talk about makeup instead of studying. Listening to superficial birds every morning talk about their incarcerated boyfriends is tiring. Luckily I have English second period to keep me from going koo-koo. Mrs. Hipps’ class aren’t bad kids at all. Right now we’re preparing to read The Odyssey and learning about Greek mythology. It’s same bunch I sit in International Relations with, so of course we get along. Those two honours classes feel like heaven after Mr. Smith’s inferno.
4th hour, the extra-long block class, is like the milestone of my classes. Especially since it’s currently so boring for me, I feel relief when it’s done like: “Ah, I made it through again.” After a cold hour sitting, idly reading (I’m half-way into Stephen King’s The Body) and passing time with personal reflection while trying my hardest to annoy the idiotic chatter around me, I feel free stepping out. My lunch period is a most refreshing interval. For 15 minutes I can forget about Journalism and have a laugh with the guys. Nick and Dillon have become great company and I always look forward to seeing them at school, despite the conflict within our circle.
While painting still life in vibrant acrylics on canvas board in Mrs. Johnson’s class, I feel like I belong. You have no idea how fortunate I was to get accepted into an advanced art class this year. The class procedure, Johnson’s inventive and stimulating way of teaching the arts, gets me so excited about college. Oh, to practice at my trade in a room full of artistic peers. I can remember last year in Mrs. Broyles' class where there was so little focus -- hardly any of the kids even wanted to pursue an art career. Now I'm in class with other Ringling scholars and art devotees. I can hardly wait for next year, when I'll be taking 3D Art II and Drawing/Painting III, or even next grading period where I'll get an extra hour of art. Fab!
Mrs. Head's Integrated Science is practically the most productive class I have all day. While the rest are spent with lecture, thumb-twiddling, and/or lame activies, we do labs every day. It feels good to turn in papers for at least one class, even if the work is amazingly easy. Ah, it makes for a good final hour. Lately I've been taking the bus home because of transportation issues, but I used to stay at the library four days a week. That helped me concentrate on whatever I needed to do in the evenings. Well, most of the time -- sometimes I'd even get distracted there and run out of time, or even worse, Andrew would find me. The bus ain't bad. What does the walk home in the hot sun matter if I have my mp3 player with me (and I get a chance to oggle Gamel)? If anything, it's a perfect mid-day wake-up experience.
Coming home I tidy up my room, check for mail (plus the Word of the Day), grab a snack, and try my best to relax for a moment. This is the time I will post on forums, read my friends' page, and/or check webcomics. If I'm feeling good I'll do some homework after that, maybe do some jobs around the house. Boring. A day a week I might take a walk out to the bay to see the sunset. Others, I settle down with my buds on AIM or I watch a movie. Recent I watched Willard: a satisfying store of revenge starring Crispin Glover, Being John Malkovitch: a darkly humorous film on the subject of body-snatching, and Jacob's Ladder: an intense look into the after-life of a traumatized Vietnam vet and the one of the three that had the biggest impact.
There's also time during my average afternoon to interact with Coon and Crystal (a requirement of ferret owners), doodle or draw, and play "Animal Crossing". Yeah, real productive, right? Sorry that I have been so frivolous like this, but it's a part of slowing down. Relieving stress. Heh, I still feel guilty by my bed time. Speaking of which, that's when I get the most recreational reading in. Unless I'm super tired I usually can focus long enough to get through three chapters or so before I fall asleep. At the moment I'm finishing up Stephen King's The Body, a novella. Next on my list is Philip K. Dick's A Scanner Darkly. Just what I need to detach from my own reality.
Now it's time for some dreamscapes.
My dreams are disappointingly vague when I awake to Valerie’s harpy screech. There hasn’t been anything to write in my dream log for over a fortnight because of my rusty re-call. Breakfast is always bland, but that’s not the reason I usually skip on it. Usually there’s no time for a meal in the morning because the chaos of my household narrows my time. I estimate, realistically, that I am late for school one out of every three days. No good reason, either. At least I have Mr. Smith’s dreadful class for first hour, so it’s not as if I’m missing anything.
You can choose not to believe me, but I am completely serious when I say we do nothing in Mr. Smith’s class. The guy is a coach, he doesn’t have his own classroom, and his students prefer to jerk around and talk about makeup instead of studying. Listening to superficial birds every morning talk about their incarcerated boyfriends is tiring. Luckily I have English second period to keep me from going koo-koo. Mrs. Hipps’ class aren’t bad kids at all. Right now we’re preparing to read The Odyssey and learning about Greek mythology. It’s same bunch I sit in International Relations with, so of course we get along. Those two honours classes feel like heaven after Mr. Smith’s inferno.
4th hour, the extra-long block class, is like the milestone of my classes. Especially since it’s currently so boring for me, I feel relief when it’s done like: “Ah, I made it through again.” After a cold hour sitting, idly reading (I’m half-way into Stephen King’s The Body) and passing time with personal reflection while trying my hardest to annoy the idiotic chatter around me, I feel free stepping out. My lunch period is a most refreshing interval. For 15 minutes I can forget about Journalism and have a laugh with the guys. Nick and Dillon have become great company and I always look forward to seeing them at school, despite the conflict within our circle.
While painting still life in vibrant acrylics on canvas board in Mrs. Johnson’s class, I feel like I belong. You have no idea how fortunate I was to get accepted into an advanced art class this year. The class procedure, Johnson’s inventive and stimulating way of teaching the arts, gets me so excited about college. Oh, to practice at my trade in a room full of artistic peers. I can remember last year in Mrs. Broyles' class where there was so little focus -- hardly any of the kids even wanted to pursue an art career. Now I'm in class with other Ringling scholars and art devotees. I can hardly wait for next year, when I'll be taking 3D Art II and Drawing/Painting III, or even next grading period where I'll get an extra hour of art. Fab!
Mrs. Head's Integrated Science is practically the most productive class I have all day. While the rest are spent with lecture, thumb-twiddling, and/or lame activies, we do labs every day. It feels good to turn in papers for at least one class, even if the work is amazingly easy. Ah, it makes for a good final hour. Lately I've been taking the bus home because of transportation issues, but I used to stay at the library four days a week. That helped me concentrate on whatever I needed to do in the evenings. Well, most of the time -- sometimes I'd even get distracted there and run out of time, or even worse, Andrew would find me. The bus ain't bad. What does the walk home in the hot sun matter if I have my mp3 player with me (and I get a chance to oggle Gamel)? If anything, it's a perfect mid-day wake-up experience.
Coming home I tidy up my room, check for mail (plus the Word of the Day), grab a snack, and try my best to relax for a moment. This is the time I will post on forums, read my friends' page, and/or check webcomics. If I'm feeling good I'll do some homework after that, maybe do some jobs around the house. Boring. A day a week I might take a walk out to the bay to see the sunset. Others, I settle down with my buds on AIM or I watch a movie. Recent I watched Willard: a satisfying store of revenge starring Crispin Glover, Being John Malkovitch: a darkly humorous film on the subject of body-snatching, and Jacob's Ladder: an intense look into the after-life of a traumatized Vietnam vet and the one of the three that had the biggest impact.
There's also time during my average afternoon to interact with Coon and Crystal (a requirement of ferret owners), doodle or draw, and play "Animal Crossing". Yeah, real productive, right? Sorry that I have been so frivolous like this, but it's a part of slowing down. Relieving stress. Heh, I still feel guilty by my bed time. Speaking of which, that's when I get the most recreational reading in. Unless I'm super tired I usually can focus long enough to get through three chapters or so before I fall asleep. At the moment I'm finishing up Stephen King's The Body, a novella. Next on my list is Philip K. Dick's A Scanner Darkly. Just what I need to detach from my own reality.
Now it's time for some dreamscapes.