High school was hard enough and then we had to go and move. We moved the day after I finished ninth grade and I was not happy. I hate North Brunswick and I probably always will. The people here are so different from the people I have grown up with and by tenth grade they have already developed their cliques. There weren't too many people willing to befriend a quiet girl from South Bound Brook.

My sophmore year was horrible and my classes were so hard. Geometry Honors was easy in Bound Brook, but Algebra II Honors in North Brunswick was a different story. That was the hardest class I have ever taken and I almost failed it and that would have been really bad. I passed all the marking periods, but some of them just barely, and got a D on the midterm and failed the final. I had Mr. Beaumont for English Honors two years in a row and that was an adventure in itself. That vocabulary was the hardest I have ever had, especially in English III. The grammar tests were easy, but that was only because I had had Mrs. Gordon, the best grammar teacher in the world, in sixth, seventh, and eighth grades.

One thing I didn't like about North Brunswick was that i couldn't take all the classes I wanted to. I was especially upset that Band didn't fit in my schedule. One of the stupid guidance counselors put Melissa and I in Orchestra and tried to assure us that a saxophone and flute could be in that class. Um, no, that would be very wrong. We couldn't get Band in our schedules so we switched into Food Prep. That class was a lot of fun. Any class that involves food is always good to me. I finally got Band in my schedule for my junior year. I was busy with work and cross country so I wasn't able to participate in marching band. That was the last year I took Band because I couldn't fit it in my schedule during my sophmore year and again it didn't fit in my senior year. Instead of Band, I took Business Co-op which meant I got to leave school early and go to work during my senior year. This was awesome because I'd rather hang out with the people at work than with kids at school. It made my life a little crazier when I had to find another job, but it all turned out okay.

One of the better classes of the day has always been gym. This is a very dangerous subject because I always wind up injuring people, but they let me play anyway. I am especially dangerous in volleyball and pickleball. I'm actually pretty good at volleyball, but I hit the ball too hard and it usually hits someone in the head, usually Michele. Pickleball is just a stupid activity so it's not really my fault that I can't play it. My senior year, I had gym with Audrey, Jessica, Kristin, and Michele. We had fun injuring each other and taking turns bringing each other to the nurse. I gave out more than my share of injuries. The good news is that we didn't kill each other.

There is supposed to be a picture here, but I had take it out because someone requested that I take it out. I hope I don't get complaints from anyone else or this will just be pictures of me!

After my horrible experience with Algebra II, Precalculus and Calculus were easy. The only part I'm bad at is when we got to the chapters on trigonometry. I had Michelle, another one, in my class both years. We talked a lot during Calculus because we sat next to each other and we're the only 'normal' people in a class of preps. She always threatened to copy my test, but she never did, or I don't think she did, and if she did she's in big trouble! We did a lot of sleeping in that class because we were tired and the teacher didn't care. There were only five people in that class who payed attention anyway. Michelle helped me realize that I have no life which I knew anyway, but didn't want to admit.

Our school won the Blue Ribbon Award when I was a sophmore, but the school cheated really badly and definetly didn't deserve it. They spent weeks before cleaning the school, a task that was never done before and will never be repeated again. They also spoke to all the students and asked them to be on their best behavior. They also asked us to lie and pretend we really liked the school and not say anything bad about it. Well, all their scheming worked and they got their little award. I hope they're ashamed of the bad example they set for all of us impressionable youths.

I think my class should be voted as least likely to care about anything. Everyone in my class is so worried about getting out of this school that we don't care about anything else and I am definetly not an exception to this rule. I don't know what I want to do with my life, but I know I don't want to spend it in high school. I'm not sad about graduating because there are only a few people that I'm going to miss and I know I'm not going to miss the school. There isn't anything about the school that I like anyway.

Well, this chapter is pessimistic enough. Time to move onto the reason I'm writing this. After two years of English with Mr. Beaumont, Mr. Curcio's class is easy. I'm one of his favorite students because I'm quiet and I do my work. He calls me Megarooni for some strange reason, but who am I to object if I'm getting an A. English IV has been fun and easy so I'm happy.

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Cover Page
Dedication
Introduction
My Family and Pets
Why I Love My Job
My Car Rocks
Music I Listen To
My Thoughts On Life
Conclusion

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