Tuesday, August 31, 2010
Thursday, August 19, 2010
Normal?
I have to wake up at 6ish every morning. I go to bed at 11 every night. I couldn't sleep until 1, and I woke up at 5. As it happens, I was drifting off, JUST as I had to wake up.
Well band began the day, and as we were running through our pep tunes, I ran out of breath unusually quickly. Could this be early asthma? I may have to look into the matter. Anyways, afterwards, I went to my Physics class, only to figure out, I has supposed to go to homeroom. Silly me.
After 15 minutes of homeroom, THEN it was time for Physics. I unwillingly drifted off, but nobody seems to have noticed, so I think I'm o.k. At lunch, Ferriter sat with me. After he left to go get to the end of the lunch line, 5 girls showed up and sat with me. I didn't say anything, as per usual with strange people sitting with me. Then, Ferriter came back. It was then off to Theatre I.
In Theatre I, my teacher's anecdotes were hilarious. He told us of a time where the principal called him out on something his sub did, then mentioned he never got an apology. But anyways, it doesn't translate well over text. Sorry.
In Integrated II, I was the only one to bring a calculator, yet the only one to not bring my composition notebooks. Oh well. I "got" to sit with an ex of mine, and work on book covers. She neglected to give me the scissors, so I jokingly came up with the thought that she neglects puppies on the side of the road. Oh well.
Just a reminder, adopt all of your pets from your local humane society. It's keeping population down, and they'll return the love right back to you tenfold.
Day 2, Complete.
Well band began the day, and as we were running through our pep tunes, I ran out of breath unusually quickly. Could this be early asthma? I may have to look into the matter. Anyways, afterwards, I went to my Physics class, only to figure out, I has supposed to go to homeroom. Silly me.
After 15 minutes of homeroom, THEN it was time for Physics. I unwillingly drifted off, but nobody seems to have noticed, so I think I'm o.k. At lunch, Ferriter sat with me. After he left to go get to the end of the lunch line, 5 girls showed up and sat with me. I didn't say anything, as per usual with strange people sitting with me. Then, Ferriter came back. It was then off to Theatre I.
In Theatre I, my teacher's anecdotes were hilarious. He told us of a time where the principal called him out on something his sub did, then mentioned he never got an apology. But anyways, it doesn't translate well over text. Sorry.
In Integrated II, I was the only one to bring a calculator, yet the only one to not bring my composition notebooks. Oh well. I "got" to sit with an ex of mine, and work on book covers. She neglected to give me the scissors, so I jokingly came up with the thought that she neglects puppies on the side of the road. Oh well.
Just a reminder, adopt all of your pets from your local humane society. It's keeping population down, and they'll return the love right back to you tenfold.
Day 2, Complete.
Wednesday, August 18, 2010
And So It Begins...
As soon as I got there, I was nervous. All these upperclassmen staring me down, wanting me to jump in a hole. I wrote this in my journal, and am purely writing so I can look busy. Poor Volsky. Nothing to do. Oh well. I put my instrument away, and got my homeroom papers. Today should be fun HECK IN A HAND BASKET.
Because he's so disorganized, Volsky had to get a new schedule, and find his locker number again. Afterwards, we taped the dollar from yesterday back together, and put it into safekeeping. Again, I'm writing just so upperclassmen won't kill me. But I'm in homeroom... oh well. I guess I'll just sit tight and go through my homeroom papers... or I could just pretend to write more.. Somebody just sat my me. I think they're watching me. OH thank goodness, my only freshman guy friend in homeroom finally showed up. And here's another guy. I should be safe for now. Wish me luck.
As soon as my homeroom teacher came in, I felt a wave of relief. She gave us papers, a planer, and our student ID cards, all the while talking to us like 10 year olds. Now I'm just sitting here during a brief pause. She's talking to a student. I think I'll pay attention.
O.K. Afterwards, sophomores, and freshmen went to different gyms for small assemblies. A fire alarm went off during it, and then we had to go back in, and finish it. Then we went through our schedule. How fun that was. The only thing worth nothing was that I thought I had the wrong second hour class, and didn't have my schedule. I went to the office, and disappointed a person by saying I needed a new schedule, only to figure out, I was right.
At lunch, I sat with a freshman I didn't know, and eventually, Cleveland came and sat with me. Social studies took forever. At least the teacher was fun. After that, I went to my Theatre I class. The entire time, the teacher was intimidating, so I couldn't stop laughing from nervousness. Anyhow, he forgave me after class, and moved on.
In gym, I had to sit in the bleachers for a while, waiting for the coach to arrive. He went through the rules with us, and made sure we knew to say 'yes' and 'no' rather than 'yep' or 'nope.' Afterwards, it was off to my (I use the term lightly) FAVORITE class. Integrated II. Now, I'm going to explain, I shouldn't be in Integrated II. At the end of 7th grade, I took a test to be in the regular Integrated class during my 8th grade year. I passed, and I still think that I only got in by one point. That's my way of saying that the class was really hard. At least he's open to questions, and there's a senior in there, so I feel better.
Well, that was my first day. I took a 3 hour nap, got a headache, and now I'm typing this. Blech. I'm gonna go get some tea.
Day 1, Completed.
Because he's so disorganized, Volsky had to get a new schedule, and find his locker number again. Afterwards, we taped the dollar from yesterday back together, and put it into safekeeping. Again, I'm writing just so upperclassmen won't kill me. But I'm in homeroom... oh well. I guess I'll just sit tight and go through my homeroom papers... or I could just pretend to write more.. Somebody just sat my me. I think they're watching me. OH thank goodness, my only freshman guy friend in homeroom finally showed up. And here's another guy. I should be safe for now. Wish me luck.
As soon as my homeroom teacher came in, I felt a wave of relief. She gave us papers, a planer, and our student ID cards, all the while talking to us like 10 year olds. Now I'm just sitting here during a brief pause. She's talking to a student. I think I'll pay attention.
O.K. Afterwards, sophomores, and freshmen went to different gyms for small assemblies. A fire alarm went off during it, and then we had to go back in, and finish it. Then we went through our schedule. How fun that was. The only thing worth nothing was that I thought I had the wrong second hour class, and didn't have my schedule. I went to the office, and disappointed a person by saying I needed a new schedule, only to figure out, I was right.
At lunch, I sat with a freshman I didn't know, and eventually, Cleveland came and sat with me. Social studies took forever. At least the teacher was fun. After that, I went to my Theatre I class. The entire time, the teacher was intimidating, so I couldn't stop laughing from nervousness. Anyhow, he forgave me after class, and moved on.
In gym, I had to sit in the bleachers for a while, waiting for the coach to arrive. He went through the rules with us, and made sure we knew to say 'yes' and 'no' rather than 'yep' or 'nope.' Afterwards, it was off to my (I use the term lightly) FAVORITE class. Integrated II. Now, I'm going to explain, I shouldn't be in Integrated II. At the end of 7th grade, I took a test to be in the regular Integrated class during my 8th grade year. I passed, and I still think that I only got in by one point. That's my way of saying that the class was really hard. At least he's open to questions, and there's a senior in there, so I feel better.
Well, that was my first day. I took a 3 hour nap, got a headache, and now I'm typing this. Blech. I'm gonna go get some tea.
Day 1, Completed.
Tuesday, August 17, 2010
Link. No, not that one.
Today, the Freshman class had to go in early. Why? Well, I'll walk you through what happened. We get there, then we go to the gym. In the gym, lined up on either side, were a whole bunch of upperclassmen, just cheering and going NUTS over us. I know they were trying to make us feel special, but honestly, I thought that it was just so stupid, that I couldn't help but smile. Then we found our name tags, and sat in the bleachers. They then called up 5 guys, 5 girls, and one link member of each sex. What they did was line the guys up in front of the girl, and vice versa. Anyway, they had to run up to the link member with a balloon, put the balloon between them, and hug, until it popped. I think it would have been way less awkward, had the girl and guy link members not been as mature as they are. You know how people are these days, going after people way older than them. Oh well.
After that, we divided into groups based on numbers on our name tags. Each group got 2 or 3 link members, and each group went to a different room to play get to know you games. After about half an hour of those, we began our tour. I, however, after practically growing up at the high school, didn't need this. We met in the gym shortly afterwards, (again) and sat in the bleachers. Suddenly, the woman that usually spoke to us was holding up a dollar. I was intrigued. Next thing I know, something horrible had happened.
She ripped up the dollar.
The first thing that came to mind was how illegal this was. Tearing up government property. How could she? Well, my friend Volsky (I'm referring to everyone from here on out by last name) picked up most of the pieces of the dollar. We had planned to tape it together later.
Well, we went through our schedule, having about 5 minutes in each class, and finally, afterwards, I got to go home. I think that the Link crew was just a bunch of girls, and non self respecting guys who tried to hard to make the freshman feel like idiots. I definitely want to be a part of it as soon as I can.
Day 0, Complete.
After that, we divided into groups based on numbers on our name tags. Each group got 2 or 3 link members, and each group went to a different room to play get to know you games. After about half an hour of those, we began our tour. I, however, after practically growing up at the high school, didn't need this. We met in the gym shortly afterwards, (again) and sat in the bleachers. Suddenly, the woman that usually spoke to us was holding up a dollar. I was intrigued. Next thing I know, something horrible had happened.
She ripped up the dollar.
The first thing that came to mind was how illegal this was. Tearing up government property. How could she? Well, my friend Volsky (I'm referring to everyone from here on out by last name) picked up most of the pieces of the dollar. We had planned to tape it together later.
Well, we went through our schedule, having about 5 minutes in each class, and finally, afterwards, I got to go home. I think that the Link crew was just a bunch of girls, and non self respecting guys who tried to hard to make the freshman feel like idiots. I definitely want to be a part of it as soon as I can.
Day 0, Complete.
Friday, August 13, 2010
Moving On.
I, tomorrow, will finally be releasing feelings I have kept inside for a couple weeks now. This will help me in manyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy (sorry, my y key was messing up) ways, and for sure, I'll be able to move on after this is done. I encourage you to go to the place that you think best at, and speak aloud your unresolved feelings. It can really help get things off your chest :)
Sunday, August 8, 2010
Why?
Yes, I realize you're probably asking why a 14 year old freshman guy such as myself, would be starting a blog. Well, the reason is, honestly, I'm bored. But, If I take a minute to think about it, I'm going into high school, and this would be a great place to vent, if need be. So, I'll share my experiences as they come up, and I'll be your personal view into high school, through my eyes.
~Eden
~Eden
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