AP Chem and the Middle of School
I'm in seminar, aren't you just so happy for me? I just got back from talking to my AP Chem teacher. Crazy class. We have a test on Tuesday and I think I'm actually going to study for this one. It might help me some. I don't do bad in the class, I have an A. I wouldn't if she didn't curve grades, but then again, neither would anyone else. The last test I did really bad on. I was so mad at myself. Kind of still am. It sucks. We have extra "classes" on Sunday afternoons. This week it's at 2pm so I can't stay for more than an hour. That is if I can talk my mother into it. She has something against the extra classes. She went off about how they were going to interfere with our family time. I just stood there in silence. I wanted to ask her, "What family time? What family?" I didn't though. Would have got myself grounded faster than I could blink. Funny thing, grounding. Always makes me think of an airport. Sorry, you can't take off today, the wheather in Chicago isn't looking so good. You wouldn't be able to land anyway so you may as well stay here. Ah, whatever. So I'll pretend like I have family and that we have family time. Yeah, right. That would require some effort on the part of seven people that can hardly get along with each other and the only reason they do is because they simply act as though everything is okay. Stupid to pretend like things are fine when they aren't. That's how people become screwed up you know. Their parents convince them that there are some things you just don't deal with and all the "not dealing" and "keeping it all inside" starts to eat them away. Then the parents can't understand what went wrong and where so they start blaming the music their kids listen to, the people they hang out with and what they watch on television. Children learn from imitation. That's why parents always say, "Do what I say, not what I do." Yeah, well, it doesn't work that way. You can't tell someone not to do something, turn around and do it and then expect them to still not do it. The fact that you said it was wrong become completely irrelevant. So, my school paper is running a story about me, but they aren't using my name in order to protect me. Because of what it's about, they don't want anyone getting "weird" on me or saying things they really shouldn't. I didn't even think about that when I was being interiewed. Actually, the interview started out as just an assignment for journalism class, but the teacher is the same one that sponsors the newspaper and she really liked it. That's how I am going to be in the newspaper. Fun, huh? I got this silver ring for my birthday. It's just a plain band with my name engraved on the inside. Now why would anyone want a ring with their own name engraved in it? Well, it's a promise ring. In the event that I find someone to marry, I give them my promise ring instead of an engagement ring. It's kind of fun. And about the having a ring with your own name in it, if that still bothers you, let me ask this: Did you get a class ring? Does it have your name in it or someone else's? That's what I thought. It's 10:30 by my watch. That means seminar ends in ten minutes and then it's time for lunch and after that AP CHEMISTRY!!!!!! Aren't we all just so excited. (puts her finger to her temple and pulls an imaginary trigger) It's the first class in a long time that actually requires my thinking. Insane no? Yeah. Anyway. Take care all and hopefully this will not be the last time we "speak." God bless and BE CAREFUL!!!