Heysup vosotros.
I haven't yet made my Back-to-School entry, so I guess I can now before I study for Anatomy.
My first period is with Mrs. Long, who I missed a lot last year. I loved Mrs. Fisher too (apparently an unpopular opinion) but Mrs. Long just owns your faces. I just love listening to her talk, I love how she explains authors' opinions, and how she reads the passages to us so we really get them, and all of that. She's just so awesome, and I want to be like her when I grow up. Nicole's in my first period, and that's cool.
My homeroom is with Mr. Bush. More on him when we get to fifth period. Thank you GOD that homeroom ends September 6th... I can't stand a double-dose of Bush. At least Bianca's there.
My second period is with Mrs. Merritt. The cool thing about her is that her husband and father-in-law own two funeral homes. The bad thing about her is that she looks like an old cheerleader. She's like, in her twenties, and she's... a cheerleader, yo. I have her for Keyboarding/Buisness Skillz, (yo) and the buisness skills part isn't so bad, but the keyboarding is. I can't sit up straight, my bones are crooked!! *whines* Typing properly isn't so bad though. Except when I have bad days, like today. Today I just sucked. Meh. Jessica's there, but we don't sit next to each other.
My third period is with Mrs. Grady, for Nutriton and Wellness (next semester is Food Prep or something like that.) She's really awesome in a you-don't-expect-her-to-be kind of way, and I have that class with a chick who I'm kind of training to be me after I leave Springstead. Her name is Laurel.
Fourth period I finally have with someone I know, my co-mod, co-president, co-hater-of-everything Bianca. I'd say partner-in-crime, only we're too lame to like, do crime. (lmao.) But yeah, Anatomy with Mr. Wagner is just awesome. Maybe I just set myself up to like that class, but Wagner? Is so cool. He's like... flexible. One minute he's standing, and the next he's sitting on a lab table cross-legged and it's like "whoa". Awesomeness, to use the word again. The subject matter leaves a bit to be desired (I never took Chem, after all, and so chapter 2 sucks) but it's okay. My favorite quote from him is "I don't care. They don't pay me enough to care." Also, there was the one from the other day:
Kid: So can you drink that?
W: Sure!
Kid: But like... will it kill you...?
W: Well, it is radioactive.
awesomeness.
Fifth period is... oh my gosh. All the cool kids are there, and some not so cool kids but kids who are AP kids so they're cool by default. I've got Bianca (thank God for alphabetical order), Andrea, Lisa, and then there's Phil and David and Joshkid... who else is in our class...? Well, some people, at any rate.
Economics Honors would make Stalin cry on Hitler's shoulder.
Econ is not a terribly difficult class. But Bush makes it that way. Bush drains me of my energy. I swear to John Lennon in Heaven, that man is like a vacuum cleaner- he drones and drones and drones and is annoying AND SUCKS THE LIFE OUT OF UNSUSPECTING AP KIDS. When Bianca and I walk into class, fresh from a nice Anatomy lesson, we're usually at least like, almost happy (happiness is a bit much to ask for, after all) but we look at everyone's faces and they're all like... well, they look like someone just died. Someone cool, I mean, not someone you kind of wanted to die anyway. As soon as you sit down, the life begins to pour out of your pores, and the overheated classroom just presses in upon you until YOU HAVE NO WILL TO LIVE. I swear to you, it's just awful. I can't breathe, I can't think, I can't stay awake, I can't exist. If that class was any longer...... *shudders and cannot complete the thought* For more on Bush's strange stories, hit up the ap community at ap_forever (I think. My brain just died. God, just thinking about Bush's class makes me want to shrivel up and cry. I feel lethargic all of a sudden. Whoa. Need oxygen.)
6th period isn't a class, but it sucks as much as one. As much as I love Bianca dearly, the two of us are just kind of lame, sitting there at our table BY OURSELVES in the SUN BECAUSE WE CAN'T GET OUT OF BUSH'S CLASS IN TIME TO GET A GOOD TABLE, eating SOGGY UNDER- AND- OVERCOOKED FRIES and a CHICKEN-LIKE SUBSTANCE in the SUN, emphasis on the FLORIDA IN AUGUST AT 1 PM SUN. I shouldn't have to wear sunblock to school, people. Please. Tomorrow? I'm bringing two little fans my father got at that tradeshow. See? I told you tradeshows are awesome, to use the word again.
So, yeah, Lunch sucks.
7th period is Algebra II with Mrs. Alleyne (pronounced A as in "A+" Leen as in "Leaning Tower of Pisa". Yeah, I don't get it either.)
She's... okay. She's nice. But she kind of overcomplicates everything, including note-taking. I miss Mrs. Buel so, so much. I seem to be doing alright in class though (we haven't gotten any grades yet, so I can't tell) I mean... I get all of the problems right... so we'll see.
So I've got two repeat teachers- Mrs. Long, from tenth grade AP Prep English 2 Honors, and Mr. Wagner, from 9th grade AP Prep Biology Honors ("Baby Biology", according to him). I really miss Mr. Wilcox. I'm going to visit him, Mr. Auricchio, Mrs. Buel, and I guess Mrs. Fisher maybe sometime soon, I hope, because I miss them, and I'll miss them a LOT when I'm gone. I'll have to get them to sign my yearbook. Whoa, I think I might cry. Oh! And Mr. Myers! WTF how could I forget him???? Oh, I'll miss him too. Woe.
I had my senior picture taken yesterday. It looks... almost humanoid. Kind of.
Well, I'd better go, I'm starting to ramble. See you all on the weekend.
Ivyette <3 10:53 PM
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