Damn this 3 hour wait between classes!
Six days until I hit 22, yay? What can I do this year that I couldn't do last year? Aha! Crush a beer can with my forehead. Well I bet I could last year, but now it doesn't hurt. Since Sunday is a horrible day to celebrate a birthday I'm having my party on Friday. It's gonna end up being an AMC party again, but hell, those are the best ones! Everyone that I know that doesnt work at AMC is out of town or has family coming, interesting. My mom is coming saturday morning, so guess who will be up til morning cleaning up for her...NOT I!
So yesterday I was in the box office by myself for 6 and a half hours, all I had to entertain me was my ipod that only had 2 hours of battery and a pen and paper. I ended up writing a freakin short story! It was psuedo non fiction, based on actual events, elaborated to make it interesting. My manager read it and said it was awesome? So I may revise it and present to the world. I did change the names, but some people on this site may notice characters that sound awfully familiar.
As of last friday, I am now in control of 2 classes at Lincoln High school, scary isn't it? The first one is Intensive math. In florida, the FCAT (florida version of MSPAP) must be passed in order to grauate. So this is an FCAT practice course for those who failed. So my class consists of 13 seniors and fifth year seniors who can barely add. YAY, their funny as hell though, called me a nigga first day. Not niggER, niggA. The other class is Algebra I. Diverse freshman class, the smell is horrible, who vary from smart to retarded. That class is a little boring, but much easier to manage. This is like my practice before I become a student teacher. The original teacher observes and intervenes if I need help, but overall I'm the one in front of the room talkin. It sucks so much getting up at 530, shower, put on a tie, and get to school, why did I chose this profession! But this semester I get to go home at 10 at least.
So I was asked last saturday to host a memorial for or manager Carie (Why I rushed our call Neen, was trying to write my speech). It went well, Everyone came up and had something to say, and We all got out our last respects. Still felt wrong of me to host a memorial for a person I barely knew, but everyone said I did fine.
So many nothings to do, so little time.
So yesterday I was in the box office by myself for 6 and a half hours, all I had to entertain me was my ipod that only had 2 hours of battery and a pen and paper. I ended up writing a freakin short story! It was psuedo non fiction, based on actual events, elaborated to make it interesting. My manager read it and said it was awesome? So I may revise it and present to the world. I did change the names, but some people on this site may notice characters that sound awfully familiar.
As of last friday, I am now in control of 2 classes at Lincoln High school, scary isn't it? The first one is Intensive math. In florida, the FCAT (florida version of MSPAP) must be passed in order to grauate. So this is an FCAT practice course for those who failed. So my class consists of 13 seniors and fifth year seniors who can barely add. YAY, their funny as hell though, called me a nigga first day. Not niggER, niggA. The other class is Algebra I. Diverse freshman class, the smell is horrible, who vary from smart to retarded. That class is a little boring, but much easier to manage. This is like my practice before I become a student teacher. The original teacher observes and intervenes if I need help, but overall I'm the one in front of the room talkin. It sucks so much getting up at 530, shower, put on a tie, and get to school, why did I chose this profession! But this semester I get to go home at 10 at least.
So I was asked last saturday to host a memorial for or manager Carie (Why I rushed our call Neen, was trying to write my speech). It went well, Everyone came up and had something to say, and We all got out our last respects. Still felt wrong of me to host a memorial for a person I barely knew, but everyone said I did fine.
So many nothings to do, so little time.