8-22-00
Well boys and girls, school is back in session and for most of us that means sleep deprivation, stress, and more sleep deprivation. It also means sacrifices such as sleep and naptime and personal freedom and comfortable clothing. These first two days in school have honestly felt like 3 days each, with this new schedule and all. It's nice, having over 300 students wandering around going, "Where am I? Where am I supposed to be going?! Is it fourth period or is it 6th period during fourth period?" For me especially. I kind of miss being able to wander mindlessly down the hall, thinking about something random, and letting my feet guide me by memory. Now, I have to THINK, God forbid, about where I'm heading next (actually I don't, it just involves me keeping my rotation schedule on my desk at all times and in my hand when not in class). But still. I guess the schedule helps students avoid boredom since we're in a constant state of confusion and hunger (3 out of my five lunches being second lunch). I also don't know how I feel about not knowing who I'll be eating with that day. I guess I can look at who I had 1st lunch with on Monday and who I had second lunch with today, but still. I guess it keeps things interesting. And for all you who told me that it would be better having Bayer as my advisor now that she's not Dean: you lied. LIES, ALL LIES!! SHE'S AS EVIL NOW AS SHE EVER WAS, AND NOW SHE HAS HER OWN CLASSROOM TO INHABIT!! WHHHHY??? Can't I just switch out??? Agh. Richardson laughed at me at registration and said simply, "You're still in Bayer." Despite the fact that he dumped me in a trashcan last year I'd rather be in his advisory every morning that with her. The new guy, John, is in my advisory. He's nice from what I can tell, I haven't really talked to him, maybe Rebecca could tell me....
Seva, the new girl, is in Bolinksy's advisory across the hall. I said hello to her this morning when I was introduced. She seems ok too. Listen, new people are the most excitement we get around this place, ok? I love my locker except for one thing: no matter what, whenever I close my locker, my mirror falls down and always ends up at the bottom, threatening to maim my Heath Ledger Vanity Fair picture. Are you supposed to italicize magazine titles or "put them in quotes?"
There's a freshman girl with her locker right next to me and her name is Courtney Erwin. My last name is Ervin. This will ultimately be a source of confusion, I just know it. Even last year someone said something about "my sister in the middle school" and seeing as how I'm an only child, naturally I was a little confused. People love to get my last name wrong, so this will be wonderful. Man, who has lockers near me? Scott, Thomas, Louis. Jessica, Michael, Clay, Stacy, and many other friends are in the other hall. Why must I be friends with people in the last half of the alphabet??? Hey, Cory's near me. But he hasn't been sleeping by his locker these past two days, so I don't get to see much of him.
I don't know whether I like Mr Killian yet or not. He no longer makes me think of Jerry Garcia the instant I see him. I suppose this is because he didn't look like Jerry Garcia in the first place and I just wasn't paying attention.
I considered getting him one of those bears, you know, but then I thought, maybe he wouldn't get it and mayeb he doesn't even like the Grateful Dead, so yeah. These are the things I think about in history class while my class participation grade drops.
I borrowed Clay's Tool CDs, and they're good. I've liked Tool for a while, haven't heard much from them, but I liked what I heard, and now I guess I'm a fan. The CD that has the naked guy contorting his body is better in my opinion, except on the other one, #3 is my favorite. And the bonus track, #69? OK....maybe I just didn't get it, but what's up with the 10 minutes of crickets? Whatever. OK, this Physics car...it's gonna suck. I already don't like that class and I'm so paranoid that at any second Mrs Rhoades is going to explode. Nobody's really done anything yet, but I know the second Kevin falls asleep, all hell will break loose.
52 days.
I don't like that when I'm inschool, my life....is school. I kind of enjoyed my life during the summer, and it's quickly disappearing. I also don't like that I have to write articles in Journalism even though I'm the layout editor. We're going 12 pages this year, aren't you impressed? I sure am. Impressed with how much work there'll be. And this after school party tomorrow? Riiiiight. Yeah, even if I didn't have tutoring, I still wouldn't go. Did anyone go last year/ Do you remember how much it sucked? All it is is people standing around with their friends for an hour or two AT THE SCHOOL. Why? And then once the students get bored and get told we can't do anything, we just sit there, watching the teachers watch us. SO yeah, once I get out of rush hour traffic on the way home from tutoring, I'm definitely going straight home.
I complain an awful lot, but hey, this is kind of my journal, and you chose to read it!
I saw this guy at the mall last thursday with an afro comb or pick or whatever. But he didn't have an afro.
Hey, my brother Chris and his wife Dana celebrated their one year wedding anniversary last week. Yay! Everyone be happy for them!! wooohooo! Good job guys I love you!
I hate how my inner slacker conflicts with my school work. I do what I have to, but at the bare minimum. I don't know, the Slacker in me is always fighting with the Brain in me, so it proves for some interesting thought patterns. Oh man! I feel so pathetic! It's 9:40 and I"m sitting here looking at the clock going, "hey it's getting late I should get ready for bed." AAAARRRRGGGGH!!!!! NOOOOOOO!!! What am I going to do when I have three papers in one night aas well as 2 tests the next day? Huh? HUH?? I'll end up passing out head first onto the keyboard right at the stroke of ten. Jeez.
OK, well I've pretty much said whatever it was that I set out to say in the first place, so I'll see you at school. Tomorrow. At 7:40. Which is the middle of the night to me.