"If you don't support cannabalism, don't eat people!"--Kelse
That qoute kills me everytime!
We had been discussing abortion, cannabalism, and all manner of follies that the human race has gifted itself with. I mean, really...It's really stupid how some religions get split off into several different groups because one wants to decorate the church and one doesn't. How stupid is that? And then the one that does splits because someone wants red for window coverings or something.
Men are stupid, choose beavers, I say.
Not like anyone cares what I say but :P
In any case, I miss Kelse! (Moment of silence for Kelse)...........Okay I'm done. And I miss WCA. I miss the familarity of it all and the closeness I felt with the students. I mean, I saw people everyday that I didn't know but I knew that I would see them everyday anyway. And in a small school of eight hundred people (including staff) you get to hear about everyone so you know them before you meet them. And now it's all: Oh...I'll never meet that person in my life, just walk on past.
It seems so cold.
Anyway, Kelse is leaving for Austria on the twenty fifth of January! HOW UNFAIR IS THAT! Luckily, I'm having my birthday party the weekend before so I can invite her and have fun. Maybe I should invite her to the movie theatres and we can see something funny...*thinks* I have no idea what's playing in the theatres these days...How alienated does that make me seem? lol.
SOOOOO....
In school, we had a half day. Absolutely boring. The only good part was I didn't have to drive today (since the hour was halved for the sake of time) and that I got a perfect score on my vocab test (twenty words crammed in my brain after five minutes of "intense" studying.) Other than that, I was waiting for something important to happen. High school is really more like day care for big kids, in my opinion. Or at least that's how it seems. It's like no one really teaches, they just watch you, give you stuff to do, and then give you to the next care-taker. At least at WCA I was taught things.
Mrs. Martin, for example, is the BEST Algebra teacher EVER! She was funny and she actually explained things and actually CHECKED to make sure we did our homework. Mr. Fanger though doesn't really check so much as hope we do it. (It'd be funny if Mr. Fanger googled himself and found this. Actually, that'd be bad, not funny.) In any case, Mr. Fanger's teaching methods seem ineffective as a whole because I'm sitting there thinking, "Um...what the heck did you just do between this and this step and why?" Whereas Mrs. Martin would have explained it to me and I would have been jumping around in my chair, ready to answer the next question and perform with bravado.
The jumping around was either because I actually understood it, or because her class was after lunch. Either way...lol
Mr. Mueller doesn't teach. He assigns us stuff and then goes to talk to somebody. He only talks to the sports-addicted people in our class and the only thing he's ever said to me (and I'm always early to his class because I come from lunch) is "Hi" and that was it. Everyone says we're going to fail the final because we don't learn anything in that class and the finals are not conducted by your teacher but everyone in the subject that teaches. How unlucky am I? The biology class I'm in doesn't teach anything and it's also the one I need an A in for the sake of college.
Grrrr....
Ashley's love life is getting hectic. She broke up with her boyfriend and felt depressed so I cheered her up, told her to stay strong, and gave her advice (not like I'm really supposed to since my own love life has no heart beat whatsoever and probably never will.) I will be furious if she goes back to that possessive monkey just because she feels sorry for him.
And I am not Whistling Dixie on that either.
The thing I dislike most (or what most angers me) is when people go back to others just because they don't want them to feel bad. It always makes things worse because then the relationship or whatever it is is based on pity, not respect or anything else.
I despise pity too.
But that's only because people have said "Sorry" to me way too many times after my mazah died. It's annoying because it just reminds you that 1) she's gone and 2) these people didn't do anything wrong, why are they apologizing? If you killed her then yes, I would want an apology and I would also want to hurt you very badly, but you didn't.
Dang, this is turning out to be too long.
Right, going to vent elsewhere.
We had been discussing abortion, cannabalism, and all manner of follies that the human race has gifted itself with. I mean, really...It's really stupid how some religions get split off into several different groups because one wants to decorate the church and one doesn't. How stupid is that? And then the one that does splits because someone wants red for window coverings or something.
Men are stupid, choose beavers, I say.
Not like anyone cares what I say but :P
In any case, I miss Kelse! (Moment of silence for Kelse)...........Okay I'm done. And I miss WCA. I miss the familarity of it all and the closeness I felt with the students. I mean, I saw people everyday that I didn't know but I knew that I would see them everyday anyway. And in a small school of eight hundred people (including staff) you get to hear about everyone so you know them before you meet them. And now it's all: Oh...I'll never meet that person in my life, just walk on past.
It seems so cold.
Anyway, Kelse is leaving for Austria on the twenty fifth of January! HOW UNFAIR IS THAT! Luckily, I'm having my birthday party the weekend before so I can invite her and have fun. Maybe I should invite her to the movie theatres and we can see something funny...*thinks* I have no idea what's playing in the theatres these days...How alienated does that make me seem? lol.
SOOOOO....
In school, we had a half day. Absolutely boring. The only good part was I didn't have to drive today (since the hour was halved for the sake of time) and that I got a perfect score on my vocab test (twenty words crammed in my brain after five minutes of "intense" studying.) Other than that, I was waiting for something important to happen. High school is really more like day care for big kids, in my opinion. Or at least that's how it seems. It's like no one really teaches, they just watch you, give you stuff to do, and then give you to the next care-taker. At least at WCA I was taught things.
Mrs. Martin, for example, is the BEST Algebra teacher EVER! She was funny and she actually explained things and actually CHECKED to make sure we did our homework. Mr. Fanger though doesn't really check so much as hope we do it. (It'd be funny if Mr. Fanger googled himself and found this. Actually, that'd be bad, not funny.) In any case, Mr. Fanger's teaching methods seem ineffective as a whole because I'm sitting there thinking, "Um...what the heck did you just do between this and this step and why?" Whereas Mrs. Martin would have explained it to me and I would have been jumping around in my chair, ready to answer the next question and perform with bravado.
The jumping around was either because I actually understood it, or because her class was after lunch. Either way...lol
Mr. Mueller doesn't teach. He assigns us stuff and then goes to talk to somebody. He only talks to the sports-addicted people in our class and the only thing he's ever said to me (and I'm always early to his class because I come from lunch) is "Hi" and that was it. Everyone says we're going to fail the final because we don't learn anything in that class and the finals are not conducted by your teacher but everyone in the subject that teaches. How unlucky am I? The biology class I'm in doesn't teach anything and it's also the one I need an A in for the sake of college.
Grrrr....
Ashley's love life is getting hectic. She broke up with her boyfriend and felt depressed so I cheered her up, told her to stay strong, and gave her advice (not like I'm really supposed to since my own love life has no heart beat whatsoever and probably never will.) I will be furious if she goes back to that possessive monkey just because she feels sorry for him.
And I am not Whistling Dixie on that either.
The thing I dislike most (or what most angers me) is when people go back to others just because they don't want them to feel bad. It always makes things worse because then the relationship or whatever it is is based on pity, not respect or anything else.
I despise pity too.
But that's only because people have said "Sorry" to me way too many times after my mazah died. It's annoying because it just reminds you that 1) she's gone and 2) these people didn't do anything wrong, why are they apologizing? If you killed her then yes, I would want an apology and I would also want to hurt you very badly, but you didn't.
Dang, this is turning out to be too long.
Right, going to vent elsewhere.