My first day of classes
Went a little like this:
French 101. Granted, I stopped at french 3. So on my first day of class, I learned the ABCs. I felt childish.
Quantitative Reasoning. This is the exact thing I wrote in my notebook on my first day: "Today in my QR math class, we talked about slope and units. Lame.." Yes that's right, my teacher told us the importance of adding units to numbers. 75 doesn't mean anything unless it's 75 dollars or people. kill myself...
English 103. Yes, this is the exact class I took my senior year...possibly my junior year. But unfortuately, I only got a 3 on my AP test, so this was the highest I could be placed at this time. fuck. This is what I wrote during class: "My professor, Mr. Naylor is a small soft-spoken, graying, old man with a thing comb-over. He speaks so quietly that I immediately regret sitting next to the obnoxiously noisey air-conditioner vent." "My teacher is so behind the times that he believed the Mario Brothers were known as the Mojo Brothers. He even said, 'Grand Theft Auto; isn't that where the police help people?' I'm in a class with mentally disabled students. Well, not really, but they're really dumb. Someone actually believed that there is only room for five paragraphs in essays." "My english teacher is not nearly as smart as Mr. Marquette"
Be thankful for your awesome English teachers at Hersey. I have yet to find better. But I'll keep looking. And I'll let you know.
For now, I miss Mr. marquette. Tell him for me, okay?
Heart you all.
College is fun.
Being drunk is good, too.
love.
French 101. Granted, I stopped at french 3. So on my first day of class, I learned the ABCs. I felt childish.
Quantitative Reasoning. This is the exact thing I wrote in my notebook on my first day: "Today in my QR math class, we talked about slope and units. Lame.." Yes that's right, my teacher told us the importance of adding units to numbers. 75 doesn't mean anything unless it's 75 dollars or people. kill myself...
English 103. Yes, this is the exact class I took my senior year...possibly my junior year. But unfortuately, I only got a 3 on my AP test, so this was the highest I could be placed at this time. fuck. This is what I wrote during class: "My professor, Mr. Naylor is a small soft-spoken, graying, old man with a thing comb-over. He speaks so quietly that I immediately regret sitting next to the obnoxiously noisey air-conditioner vent." "My teacher is so behind the times that he believed the Mario Brothers were known as the Mojo Brothers. He even said, 'Grand Theft Auto; isn't that where the police help people?' I'm in a class with mentally disabled students. Well, not really, but they're really dumb. Someone actually believed that there is only room for five paragraphs in essays." "My english teacher is not nearly as smart as Mr. Marquette"
Be thankful for your awesome English teachers at Hersey. I have yet to find better. But I'll keep looking. And I'll let you know.
For now, I miss Mr. marquette. Tell him for me, okay?
Heart you all.
College is fun.
Being drunk is good, too.
love.