"This is the last second day of school at ASHS ever."
Hurrah for Friday! If only all school weeks were two days long.
As school goes, today was not too bad at all. Calculus and physics were understandable [mostly because we're still reviewing stuff we learnt last year xP]. English and Am. studies = no effort required, as usual. AP gov is turning out to be not quite as exciting as I'd hoped, but I'm willing to give it time.
Health is tolly giving me a bad vibe. Methinks I'm going to get in trouble for bursting out laughing at some point in the future. You've no idea how difficult it is to keep a straight face listening to this woman talk. It's ridiculous. Thankfully the "most important class you'll ever take; no, I'm serious" is only twice a week.
And somehow I managed to get landed with health and gym on the same day [on the bright side, some days will be completely health/gym free], so had to sit through gym orientation too. But since it took about five minutes and my gym teacher talks out of one side of his mouth and has a funny moustache, it was manageable.
German was typical Deutsch. It can no longer be confused with a study hall! :O Was in a group with writer-DJ Will Bruce. We wrote German beat poetry while certain other group members drew boobs on the board. [Certain member also suggested I listen to feminist rack . . . allegedly a combination of rock and rap, but probably just a Freudian slip.]
So who has to get up at four-thirty a.m. tomorrow to go to a stupid college information session in upstate New York? What's that, me? Yeah. Gross. Parents are teh suck.
But I'm so happy to be blogging again. ^^ Yay for mundane daily updates!
At work we have mad copies of The Grim Grotto lying around.
Just reading the blog entry made me laugh at your health class
at least ms. rossi hasn't done any high kicks yet. oh me goodness. i still can't get over that she said it'd be the most important class you'd ever take. muahahahahaha.
hey remember orlando and his scarf and drag? and his bone loving and chinese whores? well they weren't the whores, he was the whore.
well, it's showa-time.
Good to see you blogging again.
And you haven't stolen any yet, Yan?!
I am not a petty teeve.