I'm still alive, I promise
Ahhhhh. Ok, I’m gonna update. I kinda forgot about livejournal for a while, to tell the truth…
School’s started, and my sanity’s ended. Ok, as much as I complained last year, I should have been slapped. Last year was nothing. Nothing. Yeah. Having real teachers is great, I love learning so much. I’ve learned more in one 6 weeks than I did all last year, pretty much. Ms. Greer is really really hard, tho, for me to understand. And taking her tests is like taking a French test for me: it doesn’t work. Granted, I’ve done better than some people, but I have yet to break 80. (except on that one quiz that I made a 93 on and I figured out the hard problem ALL by myself!!) I have a C right now in pre cal, but that will change, in time, as I adapt to her language and up my work ethic. Ms. Boyte for AP English, rocks. She makes you think. And do a whole lot of writing, which will hopefully help me out in that area. I’m dreading getting my test back, tho. It was a two-day test: one day write a 500 word essy in class, next day, take a 130 multiple choice test over everything we studied the past 5 weeks. (It was hard.) I’m looking forward to when we get to do all the fun, stressful, I-want-to-die-I’m-so-busy stuff. Ms. Moore rocks. Her class is crazy. She’s crazy. Her tests take some getting used to… I almost failed the first one, but made a 97 (represent!) on the last one. I swear, she will cram you head with the most random stuff ever. And then test you on it all. Ms. Harris is so much better than Mr. Romero, teaching wise. I like Mr. Romero to talk to, but he’s not cut out so much for teaching. Spanish is the only class that I really like so far. It’s something that I really don’t have to try at (for now) and I enjoy. I have decided that I am going to be, if not fluent, at least proficient by the time I graduate. I can hold a conversation pretty well, as long as it’s not some random one that would use all sorts of words I’ve not used yet. I have to admit, I’m a nerd: I’ve been reading my Spanish dictionary and learning new words. I love it. Other than chorus and band, that’s school in a nut shell.
Band has been stressful lately. We’ve been working really really hard and done pretty well. I like being ahead of schedule like this, having the whole show done before the first competion (we marched it at two football games before the competition). Mr. T even has props. Go him. But it’s been difficult to have 9 other people in my section. Especially one that is new to the band completely, and is on the outside, constantly trying to get in. Unfortunately, all that results from said efforts is the annoyance of everyone around. It makes me sad, really, to see it, but I can’t help but wish things were back to how I thought they would be.
Growing up is not always so desirable. Right now, especially. All my older friends have moved on to college and stuff, and it’ll be a while before I get there (I can wait). But at the same time, I’m kinda of restless. I really miss my big sister. I miss my family in Utah, and I miss the experiences I could have had, had I been there. I miss being little and having the security of innocence. I guess I can’t complain at all…I’ve got it pretty well off, really. But still. I wonder how it will all end up.
School’s started, and my sanity’s ended. Ok, as much as I complained last year, I should have been slapped. Last year was nothing. Nothing. Yeah. Having real teachers is great, I love learning so much. I’ve learned more in one 6 weeks than I did all last year, pretty much. Ms. Greer is really really hard, tho, for me to understand. And taking her tests is like taking a French test for me: it doesn’t work. Granted, I’ve done better than some people, but I have yet to break 80. (except on that one quiz that I made a 93 on and I figured out the hard problem ALL by myself!!) I have a C right now in pre cal, but that will change, in time, as I adapt to her language and up my work ethic. Ms. Boyte for AP English, rocks. She makes you think. And do a whole lot of writing, which will hopefully help me out in that area. I’m dreading getting my test back, tho. It was a two-day test: one day write a 500 word essy in class, next day, take a 130 multiple choice test over everything we studied the past 5 weeks. (It was hard.) I’m looking forward to when we get to do all the fun, stressful, I-want-to-die-I’m-so-busy stuff. Ms. Moore rocks. Her class is crazy. She’s crazy. Her tests take some getting used to… I almost failed the first one, but made a 97 (represent!) on the last one. I swear, she will cram you head with the most random stuff ever. And then test you on it all. Ms. Harris is so much better than Mr. Romero, teaching wise. I like Mr. Romero to talk to, but he’s not cut out so much for teaching. Spanish is the only class that I really like so far. It’s something that I really don’t have to try at (for now) and I enjoy. I have decided that I am going to be, if not fluent, at least proficient by the time I graduate. I can hold a conversation pretty well, as long as it’s not some random one that would use all sorts of words I’ve not used yet. I have to admit, I’m a nerd: I’ve been reading my Spanish dictionary and learning new words. I love it. Other than chorus and band, that’s school in a nut shell.
Band has been stressful lately. We’ve been working really really hard and done pretty well. I like being ahead of schedule like this, having the whole show done before the first competion (we marched it at two football games before the competition). Mr. T even has props. Go him. But it’s been difficult to have 9 other people in my section. Especially one that is new to the band completely, and is on the outside, constantly trying to get in. Unfortunately, all that results from said efforts is the annoyance of everyone around. It makes me sad, really, to see it, but I can’t help but wish things were back to how I thought they would be.
Growing up is not always so desirable. Right now, especially. All my older friends have moved on to college and stuff, and it’ll be a while before I get there (I can wait). But at the same time, I’m kinda of restless. I really miss my big sister. I miss my family in Utah, and I miss the experiences I could have had, had I been there. I miss being little and having the security of innocence. I guess I can’t complain at all…I’ve got it pretty well off, really. But still. I wonder how it will all end up.