School and Random Info
Okay, first day of school. Grabbing schedules wasn't as bad as I thought it would be -- there was no line at my station, at least.
Aaaalmost got lost trying to find my math classroom (stupid teachers keeping their stupid doors open so that the stupid room numbers won't show), but that was only for like thirty seconds.
Found out I have nooooo classes with Chris, this guy who might like me who used to be my friend. I'm really glad I signed up for AP Euro and Eng 2 Honors now -- he's not taking either of those, so they might've saved me. ^o^
Second period saw me in Theater. Ugh, I HATE my theater teacher. It's not that she's a friggin frumpy troll of a woman (seriously, she looks like a troll. A troll with worse fashion sense than ME), and it's not that she's obnoxious. It's not even that she told me to put my work away when she was lecturing the same lecture I've heard twice already. It's that, on top of all that, she has a holier-than-thou attitude and thinks that she Knows Everything. Also, actors need food too. And time to eat said food. And if they get into a car accident and have casts on their legs? Guess what, they CAN'T PERFORM the NEXT NIGHT.
Third period was AWESOME in comparison, though. I have AP Euro then, and MY GOD I think I love my teacher. In a platonic I-worship-the-way-you-lecture way, 'cause he's like really really old and my teacher and has a wife. But. Yeah.
On the downside, that class has me, my sister, and my friends my ex-friends these people I know, Dylan and Tristan. Tristan's alright, but Dylan's a total ass, and Tristan is like OMGBFFs with Dylan. Sigh. Dylan and my sister can't get along AT ALL (seeing as Dylan is a right-wing, conservative, opinionated, wannabe-atheist loudmouth and my sister is a left-wing, liberal, opinionated, atheist loudmouth) and that's part of the reason why I don't hang out with Dylan, Tristan, or Chris. Well, that and Chris was doing this weird thing where he acted like my boyfriend ever since, um, lemme think, he said he loved me and I said um sorry not interested.
He then proceeded to offer to carry my books, open doors for me (which I REALLY appreciated because wheely backpack + carrying folders = no hands), walk me out to my mom's car... Plus both my parents said his posture was possessive or something like that. The last I didn't put much stock in, but along with the rest, it kinda creeped me out. So, yeah, started distancing myself last year, and now I have no classes with him. ^___^
ANYWAYS. I was late to fourth because I was talking to Mr. Payne (AP Euro teacher). I thiiiink I might've lost respect 'cause I asked him for a pass and he always hates when other teachers hold HIS students up. Um, oops. I'd say I lost track of time, but I didn't; talking with him was just loads more interesting than listening to Logan, my English and fourth period teacher, give the usual no-gum, don't-cheat, participate-in-class speech.
And really, that's about all I missed out on. That, and grabbing some forms (don't-plagiarize sheet, hand-to-your-parents sheet, "abilities summary" sheet). Managed to fill out the last with more thought than most of my classmates, I think -- despite being a total braggart and egotistical to boot, I apparently cannot think of four personal strengths, four things I do well, and three subjects I'm good at in a timely manner.
Then he went down the rows asking for names and one, uh, personality trait. No wait, he wanted a strength! Most people said things like "I'm so-and-so and I'm outgoing," or "I'm so-and-so and I'm friendly;" one girl said "I'm so-and-so and I'm amiable." I don't think most of the class knows what that means.
My turn went up, and being far too clever and full of myself and braggy, I said "I'm Sarah and I can write." People who knew me laughed and Logan kinda grinned and said "Yes, she can," before moving on to the next person.
Only three or four people read the book, though. It was SUMMER READING, we had like a frickin MONTH to read what, 300 pages? And they couldn't do that. They couldn't read ten pages a day. Gah. Logan said he'd assign study questions if the class can't keep a discussion going on discussion days, and how the heck are they supposed to discuss a book they haven't read?! I have other classes, I don't need dumbass study questions because my idiot classmates have "lives"!
Brianna, a cheerleader chicky I knew last year who was ohmigawd so annoying, said, loudly, "Well, we won't need to. Sarah will carry us through."
And Logan pointed out that "we can't have a discussion with just one person."
So, of course, I informed him that it wouldn't be one person. It'd be me and him discussing the chapter. He chuckled, the class laughed, I was thiiis close to suggesting that we do that and all the lazy people take notes. Graded discussion notes = participation in discussions. Or else people getting lower grades. Which I'd be totally fine with, if it got me outta doing stupid study questions.
(Judging by what Mr. Payne said, I ought to welcome the study questions as another way to prepare. But uh, I'm in Honors English, not AP, and I have gotten really good at doing exactly what I need to do to get an A and nothing more.)
Lunch with my sister was good. She had food and I never do, which was awesome. We talked about Emily Dickinson and Edgar Allen Poe, Walden and Langston Hughes, and shoes. XD It was fun, I'm looking forward to having this lunch with her. ♥
Fifth period was French. Mr. Williams is gonna be one of those strict-but-fair teachers, I think. We're in a combo class of French 2 & 3 -- maybe I can get some of the 3s to help me out if I have trouble. I know at least one, Lila, and she's in some of my classes this year and nice. There's also this artist guy in there. I think he's better off across the room from me -- otherwise, I'd be staring at his work all period and he'd get creeped out and my grade would suffer. |D *likes looking at art, what*
Sixth was...decent. I've had Mr. Coulombe before, my freshman year. I know how his system works. I don't think he thinks girls can do well in science -- nothing too obvious gives it away, but there are little comments that he makes. I dunno, I'm gonna try for an A this year. I think I finished with a B freshman year, and I think that might have been my only one. I definitely want to bring up my GPA, though, so I'm shooting for an A this year.
When I got home I did some major organizing. I'mma TRY to keep my stuff orderly and nice this year. Then I played FFVIII. ♥ I got two new memory cards, and so far one's working. Haven't needed to try the second, but I'm hoping it's good too.
Then (I think I need some more vocabulary) I talked to my grandpa. Backstory: I don't talk to my grandpa. I'm not mean, I'm perfectly polite and stuff, but we're here to take care of him. He's an old man, he doesn't believe in or understand germs, he's a bigot, and the only reason we're here is because my aunts are both useless and wouldn't be ABLE to take care of him. Aunt Mel would ship him off to a nursing home, which he would hate, and Aunt Eva... Aunt Eva has issues.
So. I remembered that my mom had said my grandpa knew about the Beat generation. Kerouac's On the Road is ABOUT the Beat generation, and I (and probably my classmates) hadn't even HEARD of it before I read the blurb on the back of the book. Srsly. So I hit good ol' grandpa up for info, which turned out to be a better move than I thought.
The name comes from Beatnik, which comes from Sputnik. Apparently, Americans were -niking everything at the time. the Beat generation just chopped off Russia's influence the suffix.
The Beat generation was mainly centered around San Fransisco. Specifically, there was a center block... Gah, I'll have to look it up. It was on Ashburry and something that sounds like "hate" but is spelled differently.
The Beats included the hippies, and that was when all the nice mind-altering drugs came out. But not all of them were illegal then -- this was before the long-term side-effects were known.
During this time but in LA, there were race riots going on in the black section. My grandpa didn't have much to say on this, except that people were killed, buildings were burned, and it was all a mess.
As a last note, I fail as a poetry teacher. Seriously. I can't tell people how to write it AT ALL. I don't even know how I write it -- I just sit in front of my computer/notebook, look at the blank page, look at the assignment, and...start writing. Then it goes to my mom, and we both talk about it and edit it and then I turn it in and it gets an A. Seriously, that's how I write poetry. |D;;;
Aaaalmost got lost trying to find my math classroom (stupid teachers keeping their stupid doors open so that the stupid room numbers won't show), but that was only for like thirty seconds.
Found out I have nooooo classes with Chris, this guy who might like me who used to be my friend. I'm really glad I signed up for AP Euro and Eng 2 Honors now -- he's not taking either of those, so they might've saved me. ^o^
Second period saw me in Theater. Ugh, I HATE my theater teacher. It's not that she's a friggin frumpy troll of a woman (seriously, she looks like a troll. A troll with worse fashion sense than ME), and it's not that she's obnoxious. It's not even that she told me to put my work away when she was lecturing the same lecture I've heard twice already. It's that, on top of all that, she has a holier-than-thou attitude and thinks that she Knows Everything. Also, actors need food too. And time to eat said food. And if they get into a car accident and have casts on their legs? Guess what, they CAN'T PERFORM the NEXT NIGHT.
Third period was AWESOME in comparison, though. I have AP Euro then, and MY GOD I think I love my teacher. In a platonic I-worship-the-way-you-lecture way, 'cause he's like really really old and my teacher and has a wife. But. Yeah.
On the downside, that class has me, my sister, and my friends my ex-friends these people I know, Dylan and Tristan. Tristan's alright, but Dylan's a total ass, and Tristan is like OMGBFFs with Dylan. Sigh. Dylan and my sister can't get along AT ALL (seeing as Dylan is a right-wing, conservative, opinionated, wannabe-atheist loudmouth and my sister is a left-wing, liberal, opinionated, atheist loudmouth) and that's part of the reason why I don't hang out with Dylan, Tristan, or Chris. Well, that and Chris was doing this weird thing where he acted like my boyfriend ever since, um, lemme think, he said he loved me and I said um sorry not interested.
He then proceeded to offer to carry my books, open doors for me (which I REALLY appreciated because wheely backpack + carrying folders = no hands), walk me out to my mom's car... Plus both my parents said his posture was possessive or something like that. The last I didn't put much stock in, but along with the rest, it kinda creeped me out. So, yeah, started distancing myself last year, and now I have no classes with him. ^___^
ANYWAYS. I was late to fourth because I was talking to Mr. Payne (AP Euro teacher). I thiiiink I might've lost respect 'cause I asked him for a pass and he always hates when other teachers hold HIS students up. Um, oops. I'd say I lost track of time, but I didn't; talking with him was just loads more interesting than listening to Logan, my English and fourth period teacher, give the usual no-gum, don't-cheat, participate-in-class speech.
And really, that's about all I missed out on. That, and grabbing some forms (don't-plagiarize sheet, hand-to-your-parents sheet, "abilities summary" sheet). Managed to fill out the last with more thought than most of my classmates, I think -- despite being a total braggart and egotistical to boot, I apparently cannot think of four personal strengths, four things I do well, and three subjects I'm good at in a timely manner.
Then he went down the rows asking for names and one, uh, personality trait. No wait, he wanted a strength! Most people said things like "I'm so-and-so and I'm outgoing," or "I'm so-and-so and I'm friendly;" one girl said "I'm so-and-so and I'm amiable." I don't think most of the class knows what that means.
My turn went up, and being far too clever and full of myself and braggy, I said "I'm Sarah and I can write." People who knew me laughed and Logan kinda grinned and said "Yes, she can," before moving on to the next person.
Only three or four people read the book, though. It was SUMMER READING, we had like a frickin MONTH to read what, 300 pages? And they couldn't do that. They couldn't read ten pages a day. Gah. Logan said he'd assign study questions if the class can't keep a discussion going on discussion days, and how the heck are they supposed to discuss a book they haven't read?! I have other classes, I don't need dumbass study questions because my idiot classmates have "lives"!
Brianna, a cheerleader chicky I knew last year who was ohmigawd so annoying, said, loudly, "Well, we won't need to. Sarah will carry us through."
And Logan pointed out that "we can't have a discussion with just one person."
So, of course, I informed him that it wouldn't be one person. It'd be me and him discussing the chapter. He chuckled, the class laughed, I was thiiis close to suggesting that we do that and all the lazy people take notes. Graded discussion notes = participation in discussions. Or else people getting lower grades. Which I'd be totally fine with, if it got me outta doing stupid study questions.
(Judging by what Mr. Payne said, I ought to welcome the study questions as another way to prepare. But uh, I'm in Honors English, not AP, and I have gotten really good at doing exactly what I need to do to get an A and nothing more.)
Lunch with my sister was good. She had food and I never do, which was awesome. We talked about Emily Dickinson and Edgar Allen Poe, Walden and Langston Hughes, and shoes. XD It was fun, I'm looking forward to having this lunch with her. ♥
Fifth period was French. Mr. Williams is gonna be one of those strict-but-fair teachers, I think. We're in a combo class of French 2 & 3 -- maybe I can get some of the 3s to help me out if I have trouble. I know at least one, Lila, and she's in some of my classes this year and nice. There's also this artist guy in there. I think he's better off across the room from me -- otherwise, I'd be staring at his work all period and he'd get creeped out and my grade would suffer. |D *likes looking at art, what*
Sixth was...decent. I've had Mr. Coulombe before, my freshman year. I know how his system works. I don't think he thinks girls can do well in science -- nothing too obvious gives it away, but there are little comments that he makes. I dunno, I'm gonna try for an A this year. I think I finished with a B freshman year, and I think that might have been my only one. I definitely want to bring up my GPA, though, so I'm shooting for an A this year.
When I got home I did some major organizing. I'mma TRY to keep my stuff orderly and nice this year. Then I played FFVIII. ♥ I got two new memory cards, and so far one's working. Haven't needed to try the second, but I'm hoping it's good too.
Then (I think I need some more vocabulary) I talked to my grandpa. Backstory: I don't talk to my grandpa. I'm not mean, I'm perfectly polite and stuff, but we're here to take care of him. He's an old man, he doesn't believe in or understand germs, he's a bigot, and the only reason we're here is because my aunts are both useless and wouldn't be ABLE to take care of him. Aunt Mel would ship him off to a nursing home, which he would hate, and Aunt Eva... Aunt Eva has issues.
So. I remembered that my mom had said my grandpa knew about the Beat generation. Kerouac's On the Road is ABOUT the Beat generation, and I (and probably my classmates) hadn't even HEARD of it before I read the blurb on the back of the book. Srsly. So I hit good ol' grandpa up for info, which turned out to be a better move than I thought.
The name comes from Beatnik, which comes from Sputnik. Apparently, Americans were -niking everything at the time. the Beat generation just chopped off Russia's influence the suffix.
The Beat generation was mainly centered around San Fransisco. Specifically, there was a center block... Gah, I'll have to look it up. It was on Ashburry and something that sounds like "hate" but is spelled differently.
The Beats included the hippies, and that was when all the nice mind-altering drugs came out. But not all of them were illegal then -- this was before the long-term side-effects were known.
During this time but in LA, there were race riots going on in the black section. My grandpa didn't have much to say on this, except that people were killed, buildings were burned, and it was all a mess.
As a last note, I fail as a poetry teacher. Seriously. I can't tell people how to write it AT ALL. I don't even know how I write it -- I just sit in front of my computer/notebook, look at the blank page, look at the assignment, and...start writing. Then it goes to my mom, and we both talk about it and edit it and then I turn it in and it gets an A. Seriously, that's how I write poetry. |D;;;