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well, day two of classes. well, i guess it's not too bad. i still have one more class today in 2 hours, and i normally would have two more classes on wed, but one hasn't started yet. the two this morning balanced each other out.
first, i had calc. i am going to love my calc class, where can seem slightly irrational because it is a math class. well, first, i already know almost everything we're going to be doing all year. i'm pretty sure we covered more last year in ap calc. i should probably try to get into a calc 2 class or something, but no, i like knowing what i'm doing. and my teacher is so cool. he's this skinny little guy from SWITZERLAND, ha, so he has this crazy accent. and he looks like he's only about 21, but i'm sure he's older. and he just prances around writing in this horrible writing on the board, and anyone who has never taken calc before can't understand a word of what's going on. ha, he reminds of the guy in harry potter, prof lupin. he was just wearing this beat up, dirty white t-shirt and skinny, old jeans. ha he's so awesome. all he does is feel embarrassed and make fun of himself for his english. dude, the cutest part was him trying to read off everyone's name at the beginning of class. i could have died. ahhh good day.
but then, the day turned because i had to go to writing the essay which is EVIL. absofuckinglutely evil. i came in slightly late because the stairwells were totally packed. but sure, the woman seemed really sweet and everything, but then no. we have to write 3 different paragraphs about the fucking moon during class, then another one about this essay we read, and for homework, not only do we have to read two articles and write about them, no, we have to go to the natural science museum over the weekend, which costs like 10 bucks, find something concrete that inspires and amazes us, and then write and essay about that. bitch. i will not like that class. errrr.
but, i think i'm going to go nap before my next class. i got nothing.
first, i had calc. i am going to love my calc class, where can seem slightly irrational because it is a math class. well, first, i already know almost everything we're going to be doing all year. i'm pretty sure we covered more last year in ap calc. i should probably try to get into a calc 2 class or something, but no, i like knowing what i'm doing. and my teacher is so cool. he's this skinny little guy from SWITZERLAND, ha, so he has this crazy accent. and he looks like he's only about 21, but i'm sure he's older. and he just prances around writing in this horrible writing on the board, and anyone who has never taken calc before can't understand a word of what's going on. ha, he reminds of the guy in harry potter, prof lupin. he was just wearing this beat up, dirty white t-shirt and skinny, old jeans. ha he's so awesome. all he does is feel embarrassed and make fun of himself for his english. dude, the cutest part was him trying to read off everyone's name at the beginning of class. i could have died. ahhh good day.
but then, the day turned because i had to go to writing the essay which is EVIL. absofuckinglutely evil. i came in slightly late because the stairwells were totally packed. but sure, the woman seemed really sweet and everything, but then no. we have to write 3 different paragraphs about the fucking moon during class, then another one about this essay we read, and for homework, not only do we have to read two articles and write about them, no, we have to go to the natural science museum over the weekend, which costs like 10 bucks, find something concrete that inspires and amazes us, and then write and essay about that. bitch. i will not like that class. errrr.
but, i think i'm going to go nap before my next class. i got nothing.