Sloooow Down
Alright, enough. Politics are tiring. If you want politics, skip to my previous entry-- it's a genius letter by Mr. Michael Moore himself to Bush. But now about ME! Yay! Haha...
The first week of school is officially over. Refreshingly, it went pretty well. The people in my classes range from tolerable to cool, which is generally a good mix. I have classes with most everyone I've gotten to know in the past year, besides Alice and Sam. Senioritis is definitely kicking in-- I did NO homework last night whatsoever. I haven't even started my college apps though! Which is definitely one stress on my mind. But eh-- I'll get to those soon enough. I had a somewhat successful college meeting with my counselor. Conclusion? My extraucrriculars, whatever they are, are worthless. Good to know senior year, right? Well, whatever. I have a month or so to do something brilliant.
So we read Hamlet today in class. I was Bernardo? I believe. What was great was this guy, who shall remain nameless, that was sitting in front of me. He took the aprt of Horatio or something, who happens to have a shitload of lines in this particular scene. I swear, I couldn't stop laughing during my part, because I couldn't get over that the guy sitting in front of me would break out into an intense British accent to say his lines. He's definitely not British, friends. It was kind of creepy, actually. Maybe because this was the same person that was clenching his fists furiously during class (I noticed this during AP World last year) and who answered, upon my asking what was wrong, that he was just "stressed." He was muttering under his breath and clenching his fists, people. Stressed? To say the least... More like just scary and I don't want to KNOW what the hell's wrong.
I just watched my brother's bar mitzvah video. Or as much of it as I could endure-- it's so damn boring. I decided I need to really start working out. Or SOMEthing.
Good night!
The first week of school is officially over. Refreshingly, it went pretty well. The people in my classes range from tolerable to cool, which is generally a good mix. I have classes with most everyone I've gotten to know in the past year, besides Alice and Sam. Senioritis is definitely kicking in-- I did NO homework last night whatsoever. I haven't even started my college apps though! Which is definitely one stress on my mind. But eh-- I'll get to those soon enough. I had a somewhat successful college meeting with my counselor. Conclusion? My extraucrriculars, whatever they are, are worthless. Good to know senior year, right? Well, whatever. I have a month or so to do something brilliant.
So we read Hamlet today in class. I was Bernardo? I believe. What was great was this guy, who shall remain nameless, that was sitting in front of me. He took the aprt of Horatio or something, who happens to have a shitload of lines in this particular scene. I swear, I couldn't stop laughing during my part, because I couldn't get over that the guy sitting in front of me would break out into an intense British accent to say his lines. He's definitely not British, friends. It was kind of creepy, actually. Maybe because this was the same person that was clenching his fists furiously during class (I noticed this during AP World last year) and who answered, upon my asking what was wrong, that he was just "stressed." He was muttering under his breath and clenching his fists, people. Stressed? To say the least... More like just scary and I don't want to KNOW what the hell's wrong.
I just watched my brother's bar mitzvah video. Or as much of it as I could endure-- it's so damn boring. I decided I need to really start working out. Or SOMEthing.
Good night!