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I've gone to church a lot in the past few days. School is fine, getting beter. English is awesome this year. [So far, I suppose.] But my other classes aren't so fun. My history teacher is nice, though.
But I was really happy yesterday evening. The fireside was just awesome, and I guess being at church so much made me feel better.
My mom came home from France.
Seminary started.
I'm still in a good mood. My mom went semi-insane on me, hunted down last years report card, and figured out my GPA. Go her. So I could let you all know, but frankly, I don't remember, and I doubt anyone cares. [Who does, anyway?]
I am still in the process of deciding what to do on Saturday. And I just got a strange urge to read Sophies World. I'll go the library. I love that book. Need to buy it. But I also want to read Grendel. It's Beowulf. From Grendel's point of view. Hah. I sympathize with him. [Grendel. Not Beowulf. Beowulf is probably sexy, like Odysseus.]
[Think Holden everyone.]
Then I was discussing my mom's trip to France, and had yet another random urge to travel to France. I thought it would be fun, when I grew up, to travel around, going from place to place, all over Europe and The UK and other places. Actually, that random urge has persisted.
My homework is done, aside from reading my Psych textbook. It is interesting. But my mom was calculating my GPA as I was reading, and she kept interrupting me.
The weather is lovely, my classes are fine, and at the moment, I don't have worries. You know, the important things in life aren't stressed enough. And un-important ones are stressed too much. Who cares what you look like? I don't. Who cares what you wear? It just doesn't matter. It doesn't even really matter how well you do in math class. Especially if you are planning on using the bare minimum of math in getting through the rest of your life. [I.E. if you me]. siiigh. Sadly, people don't realize this.
Sometimes I think psychology is really interesting, and sometimes I think it's just incredibly evil. I get these little mood-swings throughout class.
[Me: Really? Neat!
~Five Minutes Later~
Me: Umm... Okay, remind me: why do we want to know about the sexual patterns of America? Honestly, why does it matter? And I thought this guy devoted his life to studying a certain kind of fly. Why is he taking a survey of everyone's sexual past/present? I honestly don't need to know that, and neither do you, and neither does the random kid sitting next to me... Okay, no one sits next to me.. .. the random girl sitting behind me]
[And I actually thought both those things in class today.]
So. [The Spear-Danes in days gone by... *chortles*... couldn't resist, mate.] So. What colleges are you guys thinking about going to? And what you are thinking about majoring in/doing for the rest of your life?
Sadly, we have to think about things like that now [being juniors]. So I know those are obnoxious and overused questions, but I'm honestly interesting in your answers. Care to give them? We can have a discussion of colleges and stuff. And since Erin never goes on, Nat: is she thinking seriously of the one in Texas? I thought that's what you were telling Katie's mom on friday.
Well. Do I have answers to those questions? ... Hah hah, no. I mean, yeah, there's always mormon schools. And while part of me says no, part of me says yes. I mean, Jen and Melissa went to Byu- so there are cool people there. And it might be NICE, for four years, to be the norm. But there are loads of other schools. I'm sort of thinking maybe a smaller college... Maybe in New England, maybe elsewhere. I don't know.
As for majoring.. I don't know... I really have thought, recently, about being a teacher. [But then I'd have to use math to calculate grade averages... Sadly, I'm being serious.] I think- even though I don't like High School- that it might be fun to be a HS English/Psychology/European History teacher. Or an elementary school teacher. Or I could just go and be a nomad. That's sort of plan B, at the moment. Actually, more like plan C. There isn't even a plan A. Just random musings. Mais c'est la vie. Perhaps I shall aquire one. Because there are other things that are interesting.. Because, yes, I do realize that as a teacher, I would traumatize the children. Someone was talking in church about being a travel agent, and suddenly I was like- yes, it's ANOTHER random urge- 'that would actually be really cool!'.
I think I'll shut up.
But life is cool.
You might as well make the most of it.. It's the best solution.
But I was really happy yesterday evening. The fireside was just awesome, and I guess being at church so much made me feel better.
My mom came home from France.
Seminary started.
I'm still in a good mood. My mom went semi-insane on me, hunted down last years report card, and figured out my GPA. Go her. So I could let you all know, but frankly, I don't remember, and I doubt anyone cares. [Who does, anyway?]
I am still in the process of deciding what to do on Saturday. And I just got a strange urge to read Sophies World. I'll go the library. I love that book. Need to buy it. But I also want to read Grendel. It's Beowulf. From Grendel's point of view. Hah. I sympathize with him. [Grendel. Not Beowulf. Beowulf is probably sexy, like Odysseus.]
[Think Holden everyone.]
Then I was discussing my mom's trip to France, and had yet another random urge to travel to France. I thought it would be fun, when I grew up, to travel around, going from place to place, all over Europe and The UK and other places. Actually, that random urge has persisted.
My homework is done, aside from reading my Psych textbook. It is interesting. But my mom was calculating my GPA as I was reading, and she kept interrupting me.
The weather is lovely, my classes are fine, and at the moment, I don't have worries. You know, the important things in life aren't stressed enough. And un-important ones are stressed too much. Who cares what you look like? I don't. Who cares what you wear? It just doesn't matter. It doesn't even really matter how well you do in math class. Especially if you are planning on using the bare minimum of math in getting through the rest of your life. [I.E. if you me]. siiigh. Sadly, people don't realize this.
Sometimes I think psychology is really interesting, and sometimes I think it's just incredibly evil. I get these little mood-swings throughout class.
[Me: Really? Neat!
~Five Minutes Later~
Me: Umm... Okay, remind me: why do we want to know about the sexual patterns of America? Honestly, why does it matter? And I thought this guy devoted his life to studying a certain kind of fly. Why is he taking a survey of everyone's sexual past/present? I honestly don't need to know that, and neither do you, and neither does the random kid sitting next to me... Okay, no one sits next to me.. .. the random girl sitting behind me]
[And I actually thought both those things in class today.]
So. [The Spear-Danes in days gone by... *chortles*... couldn't resist, mate.] So. What colleges are you guys thinking about going to? And what you are thinking about majoring in/doing for the rest of your life?
Sadly, we have to think about things like that now [being juniors]. So I know those are obnoxious and overused questions, but I'm honestly interesting in your answers. Care to give them? We can have a discussion of colleges and stuff. And since Erin never goes on, Nat: is she thinking seriously of the one in Texas? I thought that's what you were telling Katie's mom on friday.
Well. Do I have answers to those questions? ... Hah hah, no. I mean, yeah, there's always mormon schools. And while part of me says no, part of me says yes. I mean, Jen and Melissa went to Byu- so there are cool people there. And it might be NICE, for four years, to be the norm. But there are loads of other schools. I'm sort of thinking maybe a smaller college... Maybe in New England, maybe elsewhere. I don't know.
As for majoring.. I don't know... I really have thought, recently, about being a teacher. [But then I'd have to use math to calculate grade averages... Sadly, I'm being serious.] I think- even though I don't like High School- that it might be fun to be a HS English/Psychology/European History teacher. Or an elementary school teacher. Or I could just go and be a nomad. That's sort of plan B, at the moment. Actually, more like plan C. There isn't even a plan A. Just random musings. Mais c'est la vie. Perhaps I shall aquire one. Because there are other things that are interesting.. Because, yes, I do realize that as a teacher, I would traumatize the children. Someone was talking in church about being a travel agent, and suddenly I was like- yes, it's ANOTHER random urge- 'that would actually be really cool!'.
I think I'll shut up.
But life is cool.
You might as well make the most of it.. It's the best solution.