I love my school, I just forget sometimes
*Is killing herself due to the religion homework she has*
GAAAHHHHH. I HATE RELIGION HOMEWORK. I HATE IT DEAD! *dies*
OF COURSE, with all this negativity surrounding the homework at my crazy ass school of doom, I often forget that it was indeed my CHOICE to stay here. So, I was reminded today why I don't want to transfer.
It. Is. Made. Of. Win.
My school is AWESOME and I LOVE it. It's obviously the coolest high school of all time, and I WILL contest this with anyone who cares doubt my sincerity. We've got too much homework, nuns, and a bunch of crazy as fuck teachers. And bitchy and annoying girls. And no boys. And we STILL kick ass. Our mascot is a dancing blue music note, and we beat you!
Pwnsome.
And why do we beat you? Simple. We have beginning of the year assemblies. We embrace our class colors. We laugh loudly at the Frosh, because they get stuck with yellow. We chant our class songs. Loudly. We scream them, more accurately, at the top of our lungs in the Auditorium. No one says this out loud, but half of the reason for this is to scare the Frosh shitless. We actually do call our Freshman 'frosh', to their faces, and run down Frosh Hall yelling.
But do you want to know why I really love my school?
It's because at our beginning of the year assembly, our ASB (Associated Student Body) officers design something they think will be funny. This year?
A Harry Potter Spoof.
Winsome.
Harry Potter, first off, was Latino. The girl who played Hermione compared herself to Hermione in her ASB election speech (and she won, woot). Ron just looked like a girl wearing pants... but that's ok, because Blondie slicked back her hair and played Draco. I. Love. SMAAAAAAAARRRGGGHHHHHH! <3 I also love how we say SMAAAAAAAAGGGGGHHHHHHHH. It's... it's...
IT'S SO ME! *_*
So then they got the crazy religion teacher who everyone thinks is gay and is a practicing 'Buddhatholic' to play Voldemort. ("GOOD MORNING, LADY BLUES!" "..." "I said, GOOD MORNING, LADY BLUES!" "... Good morning, Mr. H" "SO, today we're going to read my daughter's world religion textbook. It's a children's book called The Coconut Monk, and it's just the cutest story ever with the best moral, and then we're going to journal about it! Now, come on, let's do our Tai-Chi warm ups!") And then they broke all of the teachers up into teams and they had a dance-off on stage! AAHHHH, I LOVE MY SCHOOL! *tackles is* AND AND AND AND AND AND AND--SIS LIN! SIS LIN AND THE LATIN/RELIGION TEACHER WHO ARE BOTH OLD LIPSYNCED TO HIGH SCHOOL MUSICAL. <3333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333 While the rest of the teachers danced back up, and and and and and the History department got a standing ovation because everyone loves the head of the History section. And we cheered so loud for so long for the PE/Health teachers that they gave up on their little 'my subject is better than YOUR subject, bitches!' spiel and just walked off to the side. YES, we crazy as hell Lady Blues appreciate our not-heavy work classes. A lot. Gym=no homework. Health=sleep in class and open one eye to do your projects and study for your final.
AHHHHH, AND I LOVE THE HEAD OF THE MATH DEPARTMENT! <3 She's pwnsome and she's SO CUTE! ^____________^ As Julia put it, being mean to her is like kicking a puppy. So when people booed her I glared and yelled. You don't boo at a puppy. Meanies.
Ok. Right. When I start bitching about my school, remind me that I do, in fact, adore it above all reason and logic, because it's made of winsauce.
Plus let's be honest I hate most everyone who goes to my local Public High school. xDDDD
GAAAHHHHH. I HATE RELIGION HOMEWORK. I HATE IT DEAD! *dies*
OF COURSE, with all this negativity surrounding the homework at my crazy ass school of doom, I often forget that it was indeed my CHOICE to stay here. So, I was reminded today why I don't want to transfer.
It. Is. Made. Of. Win.
My school is AWESOME and I LOVE it. It's obviously the coolest high school of all time, and I WILL contest this with anyone who cares doubt my sincerity. We've got too much homework, nuns, and a bunch of crazy as fuck teachers. And bitchy and annoying girls. And no boys. And we STILL kick ass. Our mascot is a dancing blue music note, and we beat you!
Pwnsome.
And why do we beat you? Simple. We have beginning of the year assemblies. We embrace our class colors. We laugh loudly at the Frosh, because they get stuck with yellow. We chant our class songs. Loudly. We scream them, more accurately, at the top of our lungs in the Auditorium. No one says this out loud, but half of the reason for this is to scare the Frosh shitless. We actually do call our Freshman 'frosh', to their faces, and run down Frosh Hall yelling.
But do you want to know why I really love my school?
It's because at our beginning of the year assembly, our ASB (Associated Student Body) officers design something they think will be funny. This year?
A Harry Potter Spoof.
Winsome.
Harry Potter, first off, was Latino. The girl who played Hermione compared herself to Hermione in her ASB election speech (and she won, woot). Ron just looked like a girl wearing pants... but that's ok, because Blondie slicked back her hair and played Draco. I. Love. SMAAAAAAAARRRGGGHHHHHH! <3 I also love how we say SMAAAAAAAAGGGGGHHHHHHHH. It's... it's...
IT'S SO ME! *_*
So then they got the crazy religion teacher who everyone thinks is gay and is a practicing 'Buddhatholic' to play Voldemort. ("GOOD MORNING, LADY BLUES!" "..." "I said, GOOD MORNING, LADY BLUES!" "... Good morning, Mr. H" "SO, today we're going to read my daughter's world religion textbook. It's a children's book called The Coconut Monk, and it's just the cutest story ever with the best moral, and then we're going to journal about it! Now, come on, let's do our Tai-Chi warm ups!") And then they broke all of the teachers up into teams and they had a dance-off on stage! AAHHHH, I LOVE MY SCHOOL! *tackles is* AND AND AND AND AND AND AND--SIS LIN! SIS LIN AND THE LATIN/RELIGION TEACHER WHO ARE BOTH OLD LIPSYNCED TO HIGH SCHOOL MUSICAL. <3333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333 While the rest of the teachers danced back up, and and and and and the History department got a standing ovation because everyone loves the head of the History section. And we cheered so loud for so long for the PE/Health teachers that they gave up on their little 'my subject is better than YOUR subject, bitches!' spiel and just walked off to the side. YES, we crazy as hell Lady Blues appreciate our not-heavy work classes. A lot. Gym=no homework. Health=sleep in class and open one eye to do your projects and study for your final.
AHHHHH, AND I LOVE THE HEAD OF THE MATH DEPARTMENT! <3 She's pwnsome and she's SO CUTE! ^____________^ As Julia put it, being mean to her is like kicking a puppy. So when people booed her I glared and yelled. You don't boo at a puppy. Meanies.
Ok. Right. When I start bitching about my school, remind me that I do, in fact, adore it above all reason and logic, because it's made of winsauce.
Plus let's be honest I hate most everyone who goes to my local Public High school. xDDDD