something's better on the other side
I believe things are on the edge of falling into place. Like puzzle pieces kind of jammed together, beveling up before settling into perfection - my life is a big, inane simile. It's odd that I sound optimistic about what's to come, because right now I actually don't feel that way at all. My gut tells me everything is plummeting to the earth, something in the back of my head tells me it'll all be fine regardless what I do. I don't really have any homework to speak of because I'm a second semester senior. But that doesn't make sense cause I have this really intense English class where we'll read and write obsessively, and an econ class that will bury me. However, I will probably drop Stat and replace it with Independent Study Video Production for VocEd credit.
As of right now, my schedule stands thusly:
A: Econ with Jacoubowsky. He's a good guy, good people in the class, no desire to switch.
B: Prep.
C: Government with Mattes. I'm already on her badside because I didn't take her opening project seriously. How do I succeed when the teacher dislikes me two days into the semester?
D: Theatre.
E: Choir. I will drop this soon.
F: AP Stat. Just about gone.
G: English Masters with Gossard. First impressions were not terrific, however, there are good people in the class and we're reading good books, so I think I'll be fine.
I'll have a BEF prep. We're pronouncing it "beff" here. The problem with it, really, is A, Economics. The double problem with that is Jacoubowsky only teaches D otherwise, when I have theatre, so there's no changing that. If I could get a B English class, that would be ideal I think. That'd give me an EFG prep. Incredible. Cross your fingers for me friends.
Ah, marvelous, I just wrote a rather full entry about school. Let's turn to more fruitful matters:
I finished Lord of the Flies, amazing! Inspiring! Only a little bit overblown but still awesome! I'm onto The Cheese Monkeys, loaned to me and recommended by Kim Schisler, who I do not see very much anymore - but I should!
LITTLE SHOP OF HORRORS.
Save the accent and added portliness, I'm the same character I played in Will Rogers' Follies. I sing about my son primarily, I have a random extremely short insert of a song, I talk to the "girls" with the same weird middle aged man attitude, I'm gruff, throaty, and over the top. And I die in both! And then come back, only in this show as a vine. Ah, Kevin, am I nothing if not an old man? I suppose not. On the other hand! I do get eaten by a BIG ASSED plant, and that will be more than worth seeing, so please come see it mid-March. I'll make another post dedicated to advertising it I am sure.
Russel Crowe isn't nominated for an Oscar, maybe that's what makes me feel there's something auspicious about the semester.
And like that,
he's gone.
As of right now, my schedule stands thusly:
A: Econ with Jacoubowsky. He's a good guy, good people in the class, no desire to switch.
B: Prep.
C: Government with Mattes. I'm already on her badside because I didn't take her opening project seriously. How do I succeed when the teacher dislikes me two days into the semester?
D: Theatre.
E: Choir. I will drop this soon.
F: AP Stat. Just about gone.
G: English Masters with Gossard. First impressions were not terrific, however, there are good people in the class and we're reading good books, so I think I'll be fine.
I'll have a BEF prep. We're pronouncing it "beff" here. The problem with it, really, is A, Economics. The double problem with that is Jacoubowsky only teaches D otherwise, when I have theatre, so there's no changing that. If I could get a B English class, that would be ideal I think. That'd give me an EFG prep. Incredible. Cross your fingers for me friends.
Ah, marvelous, I just wrote a rather full entry about school. Let's turn to more fruitful matters:
I finished Lord of the Flies, amazing! Inspiring! Only a little bit overblown but still awesome! I'm onto The Cheese Monkeys, loaned to me and recommended by Kim Schisler, who I do not see very much anymore - but I should!
LITTLE SHOP OF HORRORS.
Save the accent and added portliness, I'm the same character I played in Will Rogers' Follies. I sing about my son primarily, I have a random extremely short insert of a song, I talk to the "girls" with the same weird middle aged man attitude, I'm gruff, throaty, and over the top. And I die in both! And then come back, only in this show as a vine. Ah, Kevin, am I nothing if not an old man? I suppose not. On the other hand! I do get eaten by a BIG ASSED plant, and that will be more than worth seeing, so please come see it mid-March. I'll make another post dedicated to advertising it I am sure.
Russel Crowe isn't nominated for an Oscar, maybe that's what makes me feel there's something auspicious about the semester.
And like that,
he's gone.