Play Practice, Plantains and Papaya
I had the weirdest day today, I'm not kidding you. It went up and down and all around like the sodding energizer bunny on ecstasy. Bible class (ugh) dragged on and on and History, well we didn't discuss dogs with Napolean complexes today, which is a pity. Mr. Frog subbed for us in A.P. Bio, so we basically chatted, took pictures and discussed the upcoming banquet tommorow. I actually got my work done, unlike everyone else, though. *smirk*
As per every Monday, Tuesday, and Thursday I went across the hall after Bio to teacher assist in the 3rd grade. Today was apparently 'tropical fruit day' and I ended up sitting next to one of the ickle ones and trying everything with them. Granted, I had had mango and papaya before but plantains were a new experience. Yuck, horrid chalky aftertaste with those. While Mrs. Greenman peeled everything we discussed arious disgusting foods we had heard of or tried. Black pudding, steak and kidney pie, escargot, frog legs, you name it. This of course brought up the popular gross-out show Fear Factor. Now, I may be a bit odd, but third graders who can tell you in detail the most disgusting things such a show has ever tried? That's just plain wicked cool in my opinion.
After lunch things just crashed. I despise Con. Math. I seriously despise it. I can learn more from the Wall Street Journal about business than Ms. Peters. I don't like her at all.
English wasn't so bad, we spent most of classs outside writing letters. We've been studying letters for a few days now and the assignment was to write a letter to someone you were once really close to, but had been separated from. Everyone else did a move, etc. I wrote a letter to someone who died. It was utterly random and sappy. I swear it was horrid, really! If I ever right something that ridiculous again I'm checking myself into the funny farm, where evryone is already in agreement I belong.
Spanish was utterly boring, as usual. I wrote through most of that class, as per usual. And everyone thinks I pay attention in that class? Ha!
After class I had play practice from 3:00-5:00 and we started in with the 'revised' (read: completely butchered) version of my scene and we hadn't had so many problems since the first *week* of rehearsals! It was a bunch of 'What's that line again?' 'Where am I standing at this point?' 'When did you change my blocking?' Three weeks until performance and they pull this rot on us. If we bomb I will seriously be *brassed off!*
Okay, well I'm done ranting like a strumpet in a tantrum about *that* for now, anyway. Tommorow is the banquet and we get out at 10:55. I love that they understand us enough to know that the girls would skive off to get ready so they dismiss us after third period, but we can't wear dresses with halter closures, or anything that shows any amount of skin. Bloody hilarious, really. We also got a lecture about how we're thisclose to graduation and we'd better not ruin it by getting completely wasted at an afterpart, or if we do, don't *talk* about it. I love these Christians who run my school, they're a bunch of bloody hypocrites who preach against hypocrisy. Hilarious I tell you. I can't wait until I can get the hell out of Dodge. 10th June cannot come fast enough.
As per every Monday, Tuesday, and Thursday I went across the hall after Bio to teacher assist in the 3rd grade. Today was apparently 'tropical fruit day' and I ended up sitting next to one of the ickle ones and trying everything with them. Granted, I had had mango and papaya before but plantains were a new experience. Yuck, horrid chalky aftertaste with those. While Mrs. Greenman peeled everything we discussed arious disgusting foods we had heard of or tried. Black pudding, steak and kidney pie, escargot, frog legs, you name it. This of course brought up the popular gross-out show Fear Factor. Now, I may be a bit odd, but third graders who can tell you in detail the most disgusting things such a show has ever tried? That's just plain wicked cool in my opinion.
After lunch things just crashed. I despise Con. Math. I seriously despise it. I can learn more from the Wall Street Journal about business than Ms. Peters. I don't like her at all.
English wasn't so bad, we spent most of classs outside writing letters. We've been studying letters for a few days now and the assignment was to write a letter to someone you were once really close to, but had been separated from. Everyone else did a move, etc. I wrote a letter to someone who died. It was utterly random and sappy. I swear it was horrid, really! If I ever right something that ridiculous again I'm checking myself into the funny farm, where evryone is already in agreement I belong.
Spanish was utterly boring, as usual. I wrote through most of that class, as per usual. And everyone thinks I pay attention in that class? Ha!
After class I had play practice from 3:00-5:00 and we started in with the 'revised' (read: completely butchered) version of my scene and we hadn't had so many problems since the first *week* of rehearsals! It was a bunch of 'What's that line again?' 'Where am I standing at this point?' 'When did you change my blocking?' Three weeks until performance and they pull this rot on us. If we bomb I will seriously be *brassed off!*
Okay, well I'm done ranting like a strumpet in a tantrum about *that* for now, anyway. Tommorow is the banquet and we get out at 10:55. I love that they understand us enough to know that the girls would skive off to get ready so they dismiss us after third period, but we can't wear dresses with halter closures, or anything that shows any amount of skin. Bloody hilarious, really. We also got a lecture about how we're thisclose to graduation and we'd better not ruin it by getting completely wasted at an afterpart, or if we do, don't *talk* about it. I love these Christians who run my school, they're a bunch of bloody hypocrites who preach against hypocrisy. Hilarious I tell you. I can't wait until I can get the hell out of Dodge. 10th June cannot come fast enough.