Oh. Hi there.
OH MY GOSH IT HAS BEEN SO LONG. So much has happened since the last time I actually posted. And by posted, I don't mean showing you guys cool poems or something. I mean actually POSTING.
Yeah. So the last time I made a real post was on May 23rd. That was like, two months ago. If you think nothing has happened in two months, then you're very very very very very wrong.
Your comments on the last post made me feel needed. I felt special. And those comments were the ones that actually made me think, Wow. People actually read my blog. I better go write a post.
Before I begin this wildly epic post, I would like to pose a question: When I write a really long post, you guys complain about the longevity of it. And then when I post a little bit, you guys say you need more. I don't know how to find a balance between the two because I suck, so which one would ya'll prefer to read? THANKS.
So May 23rd was the last time I posted, eh? To keep things at a bearable reading level, I'll bullet things that have happened.
. Ms. Attorney (the English teacher I had before school ended) was talking about different styles of writing in class one day. She started calling out her best writers in class and describing how they write. She talked about one kid named Daniel and said that he was a very analytical, critical writer. Then she called out Lydia (the crazy grades person) and said she was a visual writer. And then she called out me and said, “Eeshie's an old soul. When you read her writing, it sounds like she's been writing for years.” I was beaming at this comment, but then my friend ruined it for me by saying that I write like a grandma. Meanie.
. I got out of school to go to some poetry competition! Yayy! My two friends Cindy and Ophelia were with me, so it was all good. My poem was lonnnnnnnng (just like my posts. See a trend here?) and sad. My best poems are all long and sad. When I read it out loud, people were like patting my backs and giving me looks of pity and saying stuff like, “I'm sorry.” And then I was like, “Um...this isn't real. I made it up.” And then they all straightened their backs and said, “Oh! Well then.” Yeah it was amusing. I didn't win, and neither did my friends. But, one of the winners was from our school, and she totally absolutely COMPLETELY deserved to win. Her poem was real. All emotions were straight from the heart. And it was sad. It was like about how her father left her family and stuff and it was just so amazing and when she found out she won she started crying. So epic right there.
. Planking annoys me. If you have no idea what I'm talking about, then I like you.
. Isn't this watch so pretty?? Ruby got it for me that time she went to Saudi Arabia.
. Cindy's ring that I adore so much:
. On June 9th, school was closed for all students in NYC. On this day, that smartical school that I will be attending in September was having some kind of day that was similar to an orientation for incoming/transferring students. Also, they would be administering a math and english placement test.
No one really knew where they were going. I saw one Asian boy and one Asian girl walking around. I had seen them on the train with an elderly figure that could pass as their mother, so I assumed they were siblings.
“Hey, do you guys know where to go?”
“Um...yeah, not really,” the girl laughed.
“We're just as lost as you are,” the boy confirmed.
“Oh how old are you?” I asked the girl. She said she was the same age as me. So then I asked the same question to the boy. Again, he was the same age as me. So I said, “Oh, you guys are twins??”
The two teens looked at each other. And then the boy said, “What. Just cause we're both Asian means we have to be related?”
Have you ever felt so embarrassed that you wanted to punch yourself for being so stupid? Yeah that's how I felt.
“No! Oh my gosh! No! I'm sorry! I – ”
“Yeah, yeah,” the boy said, cutting me off teasingly.
“No, really! I saw you two in the subway with someone that could pass of as your mom so I-I just...assumed...”
They said it was okay, but I felt pretty retarded.
I found out that the girl's name was Kerry and the boy's name was Kevin. I mean, COME ON. They even have similar names! Why not just be siblings!?
Anyway. I also discovered that Kerry and I had the same homeroom. Woot woot!
Pretty soon, everyone was rounded up and sent to their homeroom. Kerry and I sat near each other. Here, we'd be taking the placement test.
First came the math. It was so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so impossibly, frustratingly difficult. It didn't help matters that the teacher administering the test said, “If you screw this test up, you'll be placed in a low-level math class.”
AHHH. FUP. (<---Clever play on words, you see?)
The writing was after that. I was expecting a nice prompt or persuasive essay – something that I was amazing in. Instead, they gave us an article on global warming and some short answer questions.
After the tests were over, I asked everyone around me how they found the math test. That fact that most of them said, “Wow, that was so easy! I can't believe that test was for a school as good as this one! I was done in two minutes!” did not comfort me.
Ah, well. What's done is done. There was an optional test after that for people who wanted to join Math Team. Yeah, I didn't join. As if.
After that, we were led to the gymnasium where a mini 'Club Fair' was being held – basically, a bunch of the clubs/teams of the school each have a table and try to get people to join.
I looked at clubs/teams with Kerry, who was turning out to be super friendly. Yeah, I joined like every club within a ten foot radius.
The first club we signed up for was Badminton Club. DON'T LAUGH. WE WERE BEING IMPULSIVE, AND IT'S A FUN SPORT.
Then, I joined Speech and Debate Team. Our team is the #1 in the country and never loses to any school. #2 is some random school in California, but OUR school is #1, and it has like over 300 members. WOW.
Next, Model UN. Apparently, this is very similar to Speech and Debate, except that it's less intense.
Then I joined Key Club. Obvious reasons. I'm in desperate need of volunteering hours. My 99 hours was done like, three years ago. Now they might not accept it.
Robotics. ...Don't ask. They reeled me in with free stuff. I asked the energetic girl there, “What if you have like, no knowledge on engineering at all?” She said, “No worries!! I learned everything here!!”
Red Cross Club. I hear it's just like Key Club. We shall see.
MSA!!! If you hadn't realized, that means 'Muslim Student's Association.' I walked up there feeling kind of self-conscious about not wearing hijab, but then this really tall hot Paki guy who was in MSA smiled and said, “Assalamwalaikum” and I was just like, “WHERE'S THE PEN?!? I GOTTA SIGN UP!!”
Misticalnia was happy that I joined, but she said I did it for all the wrong reasons. Go away, Misticalnia. Hot guys are awesome. :P
But in all seriousness, I truly did want to join. You get to have time off to pray (SO COOL!) and they throw ...wait for it...EID PARTIES!!!!!!
Where are my Muslim readers? AIN'T IT AWESOME!!?
Yeah. So. MSA looked really fun. I think the hijab-clad girls there knew how self-conscious I felt, so they assured me, “Don't worry. Lots of our members don't wear hijab. Not all of them are even Muslim.”
Kerry made me look at the Gay-Straight Alliance with her, even though I had absolutely no intention or desire to join. I wanted to make a quick getaway, but then they noticed me. So it'd be weird if I didn't say anything.
“So,” I said flatly. “What is this club about?”
They blinked back at us just as flatly. There were only two people at the table, and the table was empty.
“Well,” they finally said. “The name is pretty self-explanatory.”
I wanted to roll my eyes, but I said, “So, what do you guys do?”
“Basically, we sit around and hang with our friends and eat pizza and get credits for it.”
“Oh. That's cool.” And then I walked away.
Yeah. So I'm probably going to drop more than half of these when I actually get there in September. Buttttt you know.
. For our Honor Society Induction Ceremony, four people were chosen to read their essays. I was the only one from Gryffindor – everyone else was from Hufflepuff. Of course, right? I read the essay pretty badly...which kind of sucks. But ah, well. What's done is done. At least I got to light a big-ass candle that was reserved for essay readers. Yup.
. In a separate awards ceremony that followed the Honor Society one, I got a Gold Medal for Yearbook. I laughed. I also got a President's Award or something...WITH A PIN!!! Now, for the past years that I've gotten the President's Award, I never ever got a pin. We have like a stack of those awards and there are no pins with them. But this year, I GOT A PIN!!! WHOO!!!! IT'S SO SMALL AND CUTE!! Pins are awesome.
. Ohmygosh at the end of the awards ceremony, they said, “And now what you've all been anxiously waiting for...we will reveal the Top 12 students who will be competing for Valedictorian and Salutatorian.” At this moment, I clasped my hands together and prayed. No joke. And when they called my name, a HUGE (like, embarrassingly huge) grin of relief and happiness broke out onto my face. For a moment, I thought I wouldn't get called. But when I was, I was so freaking happy. On the stage, I passed my awesome science teacher and we exchanged smiles. She nodded at me in a way that said, “See? You're in the Top 12. Told you so.” Gosh, I love her.
Standing up there was truly amazing. The whole audience was applauding and some people actually stood up. My parents were smack dab in the middle of it all and were smiling like crazy. And my friend Helen in the first row was yelling my name like crazy.
From Gryffindor, the top students were MH, Lydia, Zainab, and me. After the program was over, everyone was let out into the lobby and cake was being served. It was crazy and packed and everyone was sweating. Somehow in the midst of it all, I found Zainab and we screamed each other's names. Then we grabbed MH from nearby. And soon Lydia joined us and said, “Hey we did it!!” We all wanted to say something to express our happiness and excitement, but no one could make any complete sentences. Finally, we just hugged each other and put our heads together and screamed.
Truly. Epic. Moment.
Sigh...good times. I'm going to miss being known as the smart one. This is all about to change. You'll see in a few bullets...
. I finally bought a hair straightener. Yeah, I'm a teenage girl and I just bought one. I'm a fail. It's so … convenient! :D
. Our school was hosting this huge End-Of-The-Year dance for us. They called it “Prom” just to get us excited, but it wasn't Prom. We thought it was. But it wasn't.
It was just a regular, rinky-dink dance in the school gym where the boys come in wearing anything and the girls come in way dressed up. Yeah, I didn't go – last year, some retards put drugs in the punch. -.- My school is just amazing, eh?
Buttttt a lot of my friends went. And oh my goshes, they looked so pretty!
This is MH trying to look like a model:
This is my friend Helen trying to look like a model:
These are two other people trying to model. The one on the left is the other Eeshie in my school, who I kind of like. The one on the right is mah friend Natalie.
Yeah, I took these pictures from Facebook. :D
. Our End-Of-The-Year field trip was the worst field trip. Ever. In my life. The absolute worst, I tell you. It involved walking to the nearby college where we had our program during Spring Break. And we walked in like, 100 degree heat. Everyone turned three shades darker. I had no water with me. I … was... dying!
When we finally got there, there wasn't even anything for us to do. All they did was serve us food, and they allowed us into the huge football field where there was some sports equipment. Who in their right mind would do anything in that heat?? The teachers there were being really bitchy and were forcing everyone to sit on the bleachers – which were in direct sunlight. Fortunately, my friends and I are badass and cut under the bleachers until we were behind them. Behind them was a narrow strip of concrete that was in front of a building. This narrow strip of cold concrete under shadows was our sanctuary. I appreciated it so much that I took a picture of it:
On the way back to school, the weather was even hotter. Everyone was whiny and didn't want to go back to school, especially the ones who live closer to the college than to the school (LIKE ME). I knew that as soon as we got to school, and the bell rang to dismiss us, I'd just be going back in the same direction. Which sucked.
Finally, when the heat simply became too unbearable for us, we said, “SCREW THIS FIELD TRIP!” and ran into some random air-conditioned Dunkin Donuts we happened to be passing. Turns out that half the school had snuck in their as well. HA!
It was actually a Dunkin Donuts/Baskin Robbins, so Zainab and I shared a smoothie. Usually I don't buy smoothies at Baskin Robbins, but Zainab insisted that it was delicious. And holy guacamole, it was awesome.
Yeah. I think the teachers realized that we were gone, and they quietly went back to school anyway cause they wanted their air-conditioned rooms. Aren't they just so responsible? Psh whatever.
Eventually, us badasses (hehe) went back to school. In the side of the front building, there's a garden with this huge water sprinkler. Everyone was having an awesome time there, getting drenched and cooling off. I didn't get to go, because I was dragged upstairs to Mr. Goldburg's room – who has the best air conditioning of the school. YAY.
Whilst we were cooling off in the classroom, my friend MH came in like half an hour later completely soaked head to toe in water. She let out a pleasured moan, and we all knew she was officially cooled off. Her boyfriend James followed suit, equally drenched. They both collapsed on the ground and rested, lying flat on their backs.
Actually, much of the class collapsed on the ground and rested. Here's a lovely example:
Like I said. “Lovely.”
. Since Cindy and I practically made the entire yearbook by ourselves with my lovely yearbook teacher Ms. Reda, it's necessary that I brag about it here :D
Well. It was a total, huge success. I was like, on every color page. Everyone was confused. “Why is Eeshie on this page? And this page? And again, she's here too!” HAHAHAH IT WAS SO AMUSING. Ms. Reda signed my yearbook with like, tears in her eyes. She thanked me for helping out with the yearbook and gave me her email address so that I could update her with my life. It surprised me, but the gesture was so sweet.
. I got such horrible grades on my Regents. Ugh. For Math, I got a 92%. And for Science, I got a 94%. BEFORE YOU ALL LAUGH AT ME FOR NOT LIKING MY GRADE, let me just say that I really should have done better because I know I'm capable of more. If I could have gotten a 100% on my Spanish Midterm two years ago, an impossibly high grade that was even better than the grades of the Hispanic people in my class, I really should have done better. I'm just so freaking lazy and now I'm regretting it. -.-
. Two days after finding out the “Top 12,” we were called down to my yearbook teacher's classroom, instructed to bring our laptops. We went down nervously, because the way they chose the Valedictorian and Salutatorian was through writing. They'd give us a period or two to write on a topic they gave us, and whoever did the best would be the Valedictorian. On-demand writing. So we went down and were given the topic and were told to begin. My first piece was pretty awesome. But my second piece was horrific. At least I didn't cheat and use the Internet for tips and strategies like ¾ of the people there did. -.-
Did I win? ….no. Haha. Bet I had you going over there. No, I did not win. The Valedictorian was this incredible genius who we all knew was going to be valedictorian. Salutatorian was what the real competition was. Turns out it was MH! We were all shocked, because her essay was....well...very bad. I feel mean saying it but really, it was. She even admitted it. You could tell she was running out of ideas because she included Justin Beiber in her essay.
But somehow...I guess they ...liked it? I don't know how, but she became the Salutatorian. She was so confused. She looked over at me as soon as she heard her name and said, “I thought you were going to get it!” And then she was very happy with herself. Zainab and I were going insane! We were so happy for her, and happy that at least someone from Gryffindor was the Salutatorian. But Lydia was like, depressed that it wasn't her. Everyone could tell. Ah, well.
. My birthday passed on June 27th. That Blond Guy was the only who remembered. Because I appreciated his gesture so much, I bought him an elephant that can fly. He really enjoys the elephant and has named it Frederick the Third.
My birthday was pretty cool. The day before, I was going crazy trying to finish one last project that we had, even thought it was the end of the year (Who gives projects when there are two days of school left??) I didn't notice when the clock stuck twelve and it was officially my birthday. As soon as it turned June 27th, my parents gave me gifts. They gave me a set of body lotions, shower gels, body sprays and stuff like that. It was Cherry Blossom. Yummy. Also, my mom gave me a bunch of rings and necklaces and earrings and stuff. YES.
Oh yes, and the day before, Misticalnia came over with her family. They got me cake. And also, they got me a supermegafoxyawesomehot handbag. Oh my gosh. So freaking pretty. It was amaaaaaaazing. THANKS, MISTICALNIA!!!! (She's probably not even reading this post. That's how wonderful my dear cousin is -_-)
On the day of my birthday, I walked into the classroom and braced myself to the wall as people started yelling, “HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!” After overcoming my initial shock that everyone knew, I blushed and thanked them. Logan gave me a hug. Hehe. And Ruby gave me a HUGE gift bag with a bunch of helium balloons attached to it and squished me in a huge hug and gushed:
Inside the bag was like, a lot of things. I kind of felt guilty that she bought me so much stuff, but I didn't say anything at first. But when she pulled out a tin foil pie tray and said, “I made you a cake!” I couldn't help but tell her.
“Ruby...this is all so nice...I feel so bad!”
“Why would you feel bad? I'm giving you cake! What's bad about that??”
“No, I mean...it's so much stuff. And I didn't get you anything for your birthday in September.”
She waved this off. “We didn't even know each other in September.”
My friends and I gathered around my desk and we all ate cake. It was so good. I asked Ruby, “When did you make the cake?”
“Well I finished the project at twelve. So by the time I finished the cake, it was one in the morning.”
:O <---My jaw dropped exactly like this.
So apparently, Alexis' boyfriend Erik and I share the same birthday. He's in the Hufflepuff honors class. My birthday was on June 27th, and school ended on June 28th, so no one was really going to any of their classes (including me). Around third period or so, a bunch of my friends and I went into my math teacher's room so he could sign our yearbooks, and we saw the whole Hufflepuff honors class in their, having their own little pizza party. It was weird, because our math teacher's room is in Gryffindor territory...so why would they be in here?
ANYWAY. The room was super crowded, because there were a lot of people from Gryffindor in their too, just as confused as we were. Erik was in the classroom, sitting next to Alexis. He had a single balloon tied on his arm.
I knew that it was his birthday, but he didn't know it was my birthday. So I walked up to him with my huge bundle of gifts and balloons and teddy bear that said, “I Love You” and said, “Happy birthday, Erik!” He started blushing like crazy, because he thought I was giving all that stuff to him – including the “I Love You” crap. “Thanks,” he said, cheeks pink. I didn't realize what was going, so I turned around walked away. He was really confused, probably thinking, Where's my presents? She just walked away with them! YN was the only one who knew what was going on, and she explained to both us between fits of laughter.
“Oh, it's your birthday, too?” he asked.
I nodded. “Yeah! You thought this stuff was for you?”
We both glanced at the “I Love You” teddy bear again and blushed.
When my awesome science teacher saw all the gifts I got, she raised her eyebrows in approval and said, “Nice haul, kid.” I cracked up. She also gave me a hug. Tee hee.
What made my birthday even more awesome was that I got Chinese food from my parents that night. I. Love. Chinese. Food. So. Much. Come on, how could you not love this?
Oh my God, I need to stop with these pictures. I'm driving myself crazy with desire.
. June 28th, the day after my birthday, was the last day of school. It was a highly emotional day for everyone, cause we're probably never going to see each other again. Senora Cifuentes was still putting lessons on the board, dutifully teaching us. I had her class third period, so I thought, Well, I skipped all my other classes. Might as well go to one of them and say good-bye. So I went over to the Spanish room with people from my Spanish class and we peered through the door window to see what was going on.
It was a pathetic scene. Four or five people who didn't cut because they're goody-goods stuck in their with Senora Cifuentes, copying down notes and listening to her whine about the heat. She glanced over at the door window and we took off sprinting in the other direction. That was the last I ever saw of her. What a wonderful way to end things.
We also got our report cards. I'm proud to say that I did not obsess over every little detail (even though my dad did). My final average for the year was over 100%. I am happy.
This one kid was still wearing uniform. On the last day of school. -__- Who wears uniform on the last day of school? Does he honestly think he's going to get in trouble?!
Yeah. So. A lot of my friends were blubbering and had tears and snot all over their faces. I was sad, but I didn't cry. The ones that I truly love and miss, I know I'll make a point to see them. And what do you know? I already have. :)
I'll never walk through these halls again as a student. Good riddance. It was the worst school ever.
. A few days after school ended, SUMMER SCHOOL BEGAN. Yes, my friends. Now you find out what's been keeping me from this blog. Summer school. No, no – I didn't fail anything. It's kind of like, the complete opposite.
I have optional summer school. I didn't have to take the classes. But I'd be an idiot if I didn't take advantage of this.
The school that I'll be attending in September (That smartical school I talked about a while ago. #2 in the city or some crap? Yeah, that one) offers summer classes for six weeks. You can take three classes – Art/Drama, Music, and Health Science. These courses are like, the real shit. They're just as serious as if you take them during the school year. Perhaps they're even more serious – after all, it's a whole year's worth of a course done in six weeks. Time is scarce. Anyway, these grades follow you just as your math and english scores follow you everywhere – like college, high school transcripts – whatever.
Classes are from 8:10 am to 1:00 pm. Each class is 1 ½ hours long. Now, if my school were to be on the North Pole, then my house would be on the South Pole. Seriously. That's how far the commute is, and they're like on complete opposite ends. Plus, I have to take the subway to get there, which means it takes even longer. SO, when you consider everything, the time it takes to get to my school is 1 ½ -2 hours.
Yeah. In order to reach the school by 8:30, I must wake up by 5:30 am. In the summer. EVery day.
Yup. It's been an exhausting summer so far. Especially since they give us so much damn work!! When I signed up for summer school, I guess I didn't completely get it into my brain, Okay. You're going to the second-best high school in New York City, which is also one of the best in the country. The work is about to get mighty tough. Be prepared. Be ready.
Well I was NOT prepared and I was NOT ready for the boatload of work we were given! It wouldn't have been so bad, but the work is hard too! Like, what the hell?!?!?!
Ugh. And that's just Health Science, Art, and Music. Imagine how the REAL classes are going to be (Not mentioning any specific classes...MATH...ahem, cough, cough I suck at math, sneeze cough)
The first Health Science quiz we took, I got a horrible terrible disgusting stupid grade. I got...an....82%.
^ Exactly how I felt. I wanted to cry. Fortunately, my teacher is being nice since we're new students and stuff, and she gave us an extra credit assignment. Currently, I have a 90% as my average. -.- I don't like it. It's an A-. I don't do anything other than A+. We'll see -__-
The train ride there gives me a lot of time to think. Well, at least for the first half. The first train I take (let's call it the A Train) is from my house to Manhattan. The A Train is pretty sleepy. Most of the people there are going to work or going early shopping. Just as it starts to get crowded, I get off the train at some stop in Manhattan. Four huge, endless flights of stairs later, I'm out of the Manhattan station. Once I'm out, I begin a short walk to another nearby train station. I like this short Manhattan walk, even more so when I'm coming home. It's bustling with activity. So I walk to the other station and go down two long flights of stairs and get to my next train (let's call it the B Train). The rest of the ride to school is more hectic than sleepy. Mainly because it's packed with other students going to my school.
For some reason, every single day I go on the B train in the mornings, this dude named MC is there with all his friends. And every single day I come home on the B train, I see MC and his posse again. (Yeah I used the word posse. Tis a cool word) They're really rowdy and you get the feeling that they think they're very cool (Well, most of them. There's actually a couple of guys that are genuine super sweet.) Ugh, and there's just so many of them that they take up like so many seats in the train. I can't tell you how many times I've had to stand up the whole time there. Annoying.
So before I knew that MC and his friends were a year older than me, I didn't care if I was the rudest girl on Earth towards him. On one particular day, I saw an empty seat and zoomed towards it, sitting down before checking who it was next to. I turned around and found myself face to face with none other than MC.
I blushed and stared straight ahead the whole time. We both see each other regularly but we never spoke a word to each other. So this was strange.
Then, a bunch of his friends were like crowding around us to talk to him. They're all laughing or talking or listening to music on headphones, and I'm STUCK right smack dab in the middle of it.
Yes, I was gritting my teeth in annoyance.
I felt really awkward there, and I wanted to leave. So I asked one of his friends, “Do you want to sit down?”
Of course, with those earphones in his ears, he couldn't hear a word.
I repeated myself loudly, “Do you want to sit down??”
I repeated once more, this time pushing his arm lightly to get his attention. But noooo. He didn't even realize.
Finally, as I was about to just scream, MC smacked him in the stomach. The friend took his earphones off and MC pointed at me.
And he did. So I repeated, “Do you want to sit down?”
He shook his head in what can only be described as a trying-to-act-gangster kind of head shake before saying, “Naaw, it's aiight.”
In my head: ….well, crap.
So it was official: I was stuck there until we got to my school. When MC took out his summer classes schedule, I decided to rid the boredom and talk to him.
“Can I see your schedule?” I asked before taking it from his hands.
We had like, no teachers that were the same. After realizing this, I handed it back to him, uninterested.
Later that day, after school, I found out he was a year older than me from Lydia, who apparently knew him from somewhere.
Oh yes. Lydia. I forgot to mention her. Well, since we both got into the same school, we've been coming home together every day for the past few weeks. We're like...kinda...sorta...oh my gosh, I don't wanna say it........ugh....f-frien...f-friennn....AQUAINTANCES!! I refuse to call her my f-word.
...Well that came out wrong.
But yeah we come home together. And we've had some strange experiences together while coming home, so I guess we're...UCK bonding. These stories are also very funny, but they have to be on my next post. Too long.
Anyway. Enough about the train ride to school. Let me actually talk about the classes.
CLASSES. What can I say about them? First I have Music with a person we'll call Mr. Marshall. He's...very boring. And he's Jamaican. And he's elderly. And the first day of class, he took attendance for the first thirty minutes. And he thinks all his students know how to play the recorder, when the truth is that I can't play the recorder for shit. Someone needs to tell him, Just because most of your class is made up of rich Manhattan musical prodigies and Asians who can do anything, does NOT mean that I know how to play the recorder.
And he gives mad projects! In the first four days of school, I got about ten projects in total, five of which came from him alone.
After Music, I have Health Science with Ms. Prude. She's a great teacher and the class is good, but...it's just too smart for me. I feel like a total failure, because I know nothing.
After that I have the last class of the day: Art with Ms. Drexer. She's...strange. Everyday, she comes in wearing black. And if that's not enough, she cycles the same three black outfits everyday. Black dress, black jumpsuit, black pants and shirt. And they're not even regular black outfits – they're like so ancient/colonial. I don't know why she can't get other clothing. I feel kind of bad for her – like, I'll buy her a giftcard if she wants. Is that weird? :\
Anyway. I'm doing AWESOME at Art. Who knew, right?!? On the left is the original drawing, and on the right is mine. Okay, it's not beautiful, but with my level of skills, it's pretty darned good.
I think I'm going to end this post now. In truth, there's so much freaking more to tell you guys (I'm already writing a list so I can start another post :D) but I've kept from you guys long enough. I hope this post was long enough for you guys. Mwahahhahaha! :D
Oh, and let's not forget: