No me gusta tarea. El fin.
Lots to say.
I love the Goo Goo Dolls. And they were incredible in concert. Quite possibly the best concert I've ever been too. Them headlining made it so much better; the Counting Crows didn't decide to come on stage after and completely ruin the exerience. God, they were bad.
College is absolutely incredible. I love it. It's like, not even school. I'm taking English, Speech and Spanish. English and Speech are awesome. The teachers are really cool. But then there's Spanish 111. A beginner's course. The first thing mi profesora said was, "If you have taken four years of Spanish or more, you are in the wrong class." Perfecto! Not. So two and a half hours of my first day of school was dedicated to listening to mi profesora say the alphabet in Spanish, and then repeating it - stuff I learned in 9th grade. There were four other people in the class like me, and so after class, we all followed her down to her office. One of the girls was from Brazil, so she had no problem speaking it at all, and she got switched into 122 right away. Then there was this girl who had no idea what was going on, and so mi profesora kept her in our class. Then there was me, and this guy Will, who were basically in the same situation. We took at least four years of Spanish in high school, but were rusty on it. So she gave us this stupid test, which we both did horribly on, and then she said, "well, you really can't prove that you belong in 122." So now I am stuck in a class where I already know everything. I think it took me all of like, three minutes to do the homework she assigned...and it's a 5 credit class, so it's not supposed to be considered easy. Whateverrr.
Anyway. Next week, I'm finally getting 8 hour stupid shifts at my place of employment, so maybe by some miracle I will be able to pay tuition. I have decided I want an apartment. This kid that went to the same writing center orientation has his own flippin apartment in Ypsi and I wouldn't mind having one of my own. Maybe that's what I'll ask for fer ma birthday. Ha.
IIIII turn 18 in 24 dayyyyyyys!! I can vote. I can buy cigarettes, for all the smoking I do. I can legally sell wine at Target. I can work past 10 at Target. I can work more than 4.5 hours at a time at Target. I could work at Home Depot. I can learn the service desk and perhaps move to the sales floor. I can gamble in Mount Pleasant. Yeray.
Enough updating fer today. The end.
I love the Goo Goo Dolls. And they were incredible in concert. Quite possibly the best concert I've ever been too. Them headlining made it so much better; the Counting Crows didn't decide to come on stage after and completely ruin the exerience. God, they were bad.
College is absolutely incredible. I love it. It's like, not even school. I'm taking English, Speech and Spanish. English and Speech are awesome. The teachers are really cool. But then there's Spanish 111. A beginner's course. The first thing mi profesora said was, "If you have taken four years of Spanish or more, you are in the wrong class." Perfecto! Not. So two and a half hours of my first day of school was dedicated to listening to mi profesora say the alphabet in Spanish, and then repeating it - stuff I learned in 9th grade. There were four other people in the class like me, and so after class, we all followed her down to her office. One of the girls was from Brazil, so she had no problem speaking it at all, and she got switched into 122 right away. Then there was this girl who had no idea what was going on, and so mi profesora kept her in our class. Then there was me, and this guy Will, who were basically in the same situation. We took at least four years of Spanish in high school, but were rusty on it. So she gave us this stupid test, which we both did horribly on, and then she said, "well, you really can't prove that you belong in 122." So now I am stuck in a class where I already know everything. I think it took me all of like, three minutes to do the homework she assigned...and it's a 5 credit class, so it's not supposed to be considered easy. Whateverrr.
Anyway. Next week, I'm finally getting 8 hour stupid shifts at my place of employment, so maybe by some miracle I will be able to pay tuition. I have decided I want an apartment. This kid that went to the same writing center orientation has his own flippin apartment in Ypsi and I wouldn't mind having one of my own. Maybe that's what I'll ask for fer ma birthday. Ha.
IIIII turn 18 in 24 dayyyyyyys!! I can vote. I can buy cigarettes, for all the smoking I do. I can legally sell wine at Target. I can work past 10 at Target. I can work more than 4.5 hours at a time at Target. I could work at Home Depot. I can learn the service desk and perhaps move to the sales floor. I can gamble in Mount Pleasant. Yeray.
Enough updating fer today. The end.