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I am officially done with my first week of being a sophomore (even if it wasn't a full week). I'm generally happy about it. I've got some good classes, some way cool teachers, and some real high hopes for the future.
My teachers are all so nice and/or funny. My math and language arts teachers are--believe it or not--cynical, former high school-dropouts who came back from the dark (and, in one case, the brink of death by drugs) to make something of themselves. Also, the math teacher was a back-up drummer for 20 years, which, in turn, made him partially deaf in his left ear. I kid you not; though, it does sound like some sort of movie plot.
My photography, yoga/pilates, global, chemistry, and spanish teachers are just so cool it makes my head spin. If reincarnation really does go into effect after we die, I wonder what I did in a past life to deserve such royal treatment. I will take advantage of this! I will get in better shape through yoga (I feel great after just one class). And I'll finally be able to truly appreciate photography, especially of the black and white kind. I can't wait for what happens next; I just hope I'm not getting ahead of myself.
Few problems arise in my schedule for these first eight weeks. (I don't want to be a kill joy, but...) One of my best friends got transfer out of my yoga class, so that sucks. I know of no one who has one of my two free periods. The disappointment of not being able to get a psychology or journalism class hits me pretty bad. And, most of all, I might have to get out of my photography class because I don't think I have the heart to ask my parents for $60 every eight weeks in order to pay for some of the "expenses" of developing film yourself. Bummer, huh?
But, I gotta appreciate what I have, which forces me to sign off with on happy note, if only mildly so. So, uh, yeah! I'm a happy little girl who is only sort of angst-ridden these days.
...Or something like that.
[Now I'm doing work for a drumming math teacher.]
My teachers are all so nice and/or funny. My math and language arts teachers are--believe it or not--cynical, former high school-dropouts who came back from the dark (and, in one case, the brink of death by drugs) to make something of themselves. Also, the math teacher was a back-up drummer for 20 years, which, in turn, made him partially deaf in his left ear. I kid you not; though, it does sound like some sort of movie plot.
My photography, yoga/pilates, global, chemistry, and spanish teachers are just so cool it makes my head spin. If reincarnation really does go into effect after we die, I wonder what I did in a past life to deserve such royal treatment. I will take advantage of this! I will get in better shape through yoga (I feel great after just one class). And I'll finally be able to truly appreciate photography, especially of the black and white kind. I can't wait for what happens next; I just hope I'm not getting ahead of myself.
Few problems arise in my schedule for these first eight weeks. (I don't want to be a kill joy, but...) One of my best friends got transfer out of my yoga class, so that sucks. I know of no one who has one of my two free periods. The disappointment of not being able to get a psychology or journalism class hits me pretty bad. And, most of all, I might have to get out of my photography class because I don't think I have the heart to ask my parents for $60 every eight weeks in order to pay for some of the "expenses" of developing film yourself. Bummer, huh?
But, I gotta appreciate what I have, which forces me to sign off with on happy note, if only mildly so. So, uh, yeah! I'm a happy little girl who is only sort of angst-ridden these days.
...Or something like that.
[Now I'm doing work for a drumming math teacher.]