2004-09-08
bake me up a batch of drama cookies
Two days. Two whole days into school and two people have been put in the back of squad cars. Wonderful, wonderful academia. Is that learning I smell or the woods burning?
The first day of school, we apparently had a juvenile-hall breakout come to school. Obviously, the genius was such a genius that he would never be found in a school. That would be the last place the cops would look for him. Obviously, the genius was not such a genius when they caught him red-handed after homeroom and hauled him back off to juvie for an extended stay. And that was day number one.
The second day of school, well after school, we had a racial fight. This is the first racial fight I have seen since Sophomore year when Hannah and Emmanuel got into it and Emmanuel broke Hannah's arm. Yeah, that was kicks. This year it was just swearing and the "n" word about a bazillion times and some rough housing and racial profiling again. Finally the school liason officer came out and took the racist boy back in handcuffs. Gee, they should have wondered about him when he received that funny swatstika 'scratch' on his arm. Hmm, thanks for getting on that one sooner High School Administrative Staff. We love you.
Other than that, my classes are wonderful and I will have a blast in College Prep English because all it contains is essay writing. I love a good essay. Give me a piece of paper and I will go on for hours. You have heard of the standard five paragraph rule? Hell, I have broken it to the point of twenty-five paragraphs. And nothing is repeated. OK, so that might have been a tad bit of an exaggeration. See? I told you I am good at this writing stuff.
You know your Ecology class is going to be fun when the first day you talk about 'turtle-loving'. Also, you know that Psychology Theory and Research is going to be uncanny when your favorite teacher is teaching the subject. Band is the same as usual but now we get to be the bitches. All eight of us in the band that are Seniors that is. Geometry will kick my ass, but not if I kick it first and I plan on it. Spanish 4 is a glorified Spanish speaking dance class and Study Hall is a breath of fresh air that I have never felt before. Ten points for Senior year.
In other news:My Eco teacher looks like a cross between John Edwards and George Bush. Run for your lives.
This has been your drama loving diarist. Don't save it for your mamma, bring it on here.
Quote of the day:"I f-ing hate ni--ers!"-[The New Adolf Hitler]