"I could never be what you wanted to be...I'm just gonna leave you disappointed"
Yuck. Just yuck. Disgusting is the only word I have to describe the contrived mess that's become of scheduling at East this year. Counselors and students alike are scrambling to correct mistakes as they let the computer take over "holes" in schedules this year by randomizing in classes according to the requests of the past year. Thus they placed me in AP Physics (yeah, you're telling -me-) and Symphonic Band. Yeah...let's not mention that I've never taken physics before, and have no picked up the old flute for more than two years. Besides this...school so far is so new and white and dry and disappointing. It's only the second day and I already feel ready to graduate...but let's not forget filling out scholarships and all that other BS that goes along with being a senior. Here's some class overview:
Period one: math class with the narcoleptic A. Not so interesting...though the way she looks sort of resembles the appearance of...she reminds me of a female hobbit. In a pleasant way. She has a unique way of speedtalking through math lessons that makes me want to strangle her and take a few breaths to explain. Let me remind you that math is something that I dislike. I'm just doing this to get into college...keep reminding myself that...
Period two: S's AP English class is, so far, mostly her talking about herself while we listen. People haven't said anything...she doesn't let us get a word in edgewise. The relaxed atmosphere of English 11 is long gone and replaced with an academically elevated one-woman vocabulary exhibition. I know it'll get better soon, I know it will...
Period tree...I mean, three: For the past two days I've been in AP physics. That class, besides being taught by the gentle Mr.E, is full of people who I'm very different from. VERY different from. The work itself is not as monstrously difficult as I thought it would be (yet) but the theory makes no sense to me and I am angry that they stole two days of school to place me in a class, against my will, that I was never prepared for. I've switched the anatomy because I can't take physics 5th or 6th hour x_x...there's still so much to decide about this... Tyler chatted with me and we had a pleasant one about papyrus scrolls.
Period four: it's...symphonic band. Lots of listening to Mr.B and his hillariousness. He's an effortless comic and I forgot how much I missed that. I will have to audition for this sooner or later (sigh)there seems to be no alternative to that either. The atmosphere surrounding is cliquey, but not entirely stiffling.
Period five: AP psychology...I have doubts about this class...but it might just be my refusal to desire carrying around a humongous textbook that rivals my AP history text and chemistry texts combined.
Two very contrasting sides, one preppy, one uneducated. I don't know if I'll stay here or try to take regular physics.
Period six: Japanese IV. Mou...muda na jikan -_- the new teacher, grove, has got us back to Japanese 1, reciting our names. Nandeyannen? Is she kidding herself? I feel like a college graduate among high school juniors in this class...going on foreign exchange, even if only for a month and a half during the summer, really expanded my Japanese knowledge...I miss Mr.Ninoyu...I miss not wasting time in a class of no value. But any language-IV sure looks groovy to colleges...whatever. I just don't know about this (like about most of my classes) All of the counselors decided to put science on the tail end of the day, while languages were supposed to be in the morning...but grove can't make it then...did anyone say...independent study?
Achieving overachievement is big this year. Big. As in...most of my classmates taking 3 or more AP classes at a time to the point of rediculousity. I'm trying to motivate myself to care about math and science...it's just that good old "senioritis" settling in, I'm sure. So early, too.
Mr. Snyder was really kind to me this morning and for no reason at all...I think he must be a really beautiful person...as well as Mr.E. To take time out to care about students moping around is something I consider miraculously pleasant.
I miss the structure of Mr.T's classes...rigid as it was, it felt holistic. Now I'm just shaken and pulled in separate directions. So much stress...I might skip running tomorrow...finish my big YFU essay...then maybe get some real sleep. You know that you need to when you catch yourself singing along with Ashlee Simpson out of sheer lack of sleep x_x I've stooped so low -_-...