Alright I'm posting this a little late, so I apologize if the post is a bit short, due to my lack of memory since it's been several days now, especially with everything so much more interesting that happened the day after.
Monday morning, monday morning. Had the stupid fog problem with my car again. Found out later when I asked my mother that it was normal. It just meant that my car's windshield was fogging on both sides. How unfortunate. It's a pain.
That morning must not have been that interesting. I think I just stayed in the first block classroom the entire time copying some homework over into the notebook it was supposed to be in.
English first. Not much happened there really. We learned more about the project, though she still didn't give us the sheet for it. Most of the kids assigned for a date to display. I haven't said when I want to go though. Mostly because I'm so unsure about what I want to do as a subject as well. After discussing the project we simply went on to discuss the story we had read. I'd liked it... I think. What had that one been... hrm. I think... , Oh it was a story called Double Identity. It'd been neat. It was a lot like a compacted version of the book we had, had to read for summer.
Physics next. I got lost in my head. Did poetry while we were going over the BCQ. Or the beginning of class quiz that we have. It's graded, but not that harshly. Especially when we're given the correct answer before we turn it in. Mostly meant to make sure your paying attention, and it usually leads into what he teachers for the day. We ended up in the lab, measuring these cylinders of different materials so that we could find the volume and density and then see if we'd gotten it right compared to the correct values. Just boring stuff that we have to re-learn or learn for the first time before we can get to the interesting stuff. Anyway we didn't finish the first day. We'd have to finish it the next class. For some reason when I think back to the class, Bruss coming up past me, acting like he was gonna walk right past, and then poking me in the side making me squeak really high-pitched. Annoyed the heck out of me. Maybe that's why it sticks out in my head. Who knows really.
Went to Creative Writing. Which let me just say, I love A days for the first time, because it has my my English classes, specifically this one. This class is FANTASTIC. To the point that I almost wonder if I should have been a literature major. But then again, if I had tried to apply as that, I probably wouldn't have made it. Ah well. I'm still taking this class and it's still amazing. In fact the teacher tells some pretty wicked stories from her past too. Like the time she had a live chicken. It was hilarious. The stories she gives us are usually really interesting too. The one we were discussing this time was Once more on the Lake. Freaky story, strange ending, but still pretty cool, especially once she helped us figure out the ending a bit better. I also found out that I was going to have to do two separate memory essays. Which I hated, until I realized how many things I'd like to write about, and now I'm actually thank full that I'll be able to write about two of the subjects I came up with.
History. God. That class is amazing too. The teacher is so fun. I get to be known as Powhatan for the rest of the year. How awesome is that. Not really in class, but on the wiki she has set up for us. It's even cooler considering the fact that I'm a direct descendant of Pocahontas. We didn't do much this class though, besides talk about some random things that were history related but not really part of the course.
Got on the bus. Went home. Did my homework. Went to bed. Wasn't much to do after school really, except be excited for what the following afternoon would bring.
Monday morning, monday morning. Had the stupid fog problem with my car again. Found out later when I asked my mother that it was normal. It just meant that my car's windshield was fogging on both sides. How unfortunate. It's a pain.
That morning must not have been that interesting. I think I just stayed in the first block classroom the entire time copying some homework over into the notebook it was supposed to be in.
English first. Not much happened there really. We learned more about the project, though she still didn't give us the sheet for it. Most of the kids assigned for a date to display. I haven't said when I want to go though. Mostly because I'm so unsure about what I want to do as a subject as well. After discussing the project we simply went on to discuss the story we had read. I'd liked it... I think. What had that one been... hrm. I think... , Oh it was a story called Double Identity. It'd been neat. It was a lot like a compacted version of the book we had, had to read for summer.
Physics next. I got lost in my head. Did poetry while we were going over the BCQ. Or the beginning of class quiz that we have. It's graded, but not that harshly. Especially when we're given the correct answer before we turn it in. Mostly meant to make sure your paying attention, and it usually leads into what he teachers for the day. We ended up in the lab, measuring these cylinders of different materials so that we could find the volume and density and then see if we'd gotten it right compared to the correct values. Just boring stuff that we have to re-learn or learn for the first time before we can get to the interesting stuff. Anyway we didn't finish the first day. We'd have to finish it the next class. For some reason when I think back to the class, Bruss coming up past me, acting like he was gonna walk right past, and then poking me in the side making me squeak really high-pitched. Annoyed the heck out of me. Maybe that's why it sticks out in my head. Who knows really.
Went to Creative Writing. Which let me just say, I love A days for the first time, because it has my my English classes, specifically this one. This class is FANTASTIC. To the point that I almost wonder if I should have been a literature major. But then again, if I had tried to apply as that, I probably wouldn't have made it. Ah well. I'm still taking this class and it's still amazing. In fact the teacher tells some pretty wicked stories from her past too. Like the time she had a live chicken. It was hilarious. The stories she gives us are usually really interesting too. The one we were discussing this time was Once more on the Lake. Freaky story, strange ending, but still pretty cool, especially once she helped us figure out the ending a bit better. I also found out that I was going to have to do two separate memory essays. Which I hated, until I realized how many things I'd like to write about, and now I'm actually thank full that I'll be able to write about two of the subjects I came up with.
History. God. That class is amazing too. The teacher is so fun. I get to be known as Powhatan for the rest of the year. How awesome is that. Not really in class, but on the wiki she has set up for us. It's even cooler considering the fact that I'm a direct descendant of Pocahontas. We didn't do much this class though, besides talk about some random things that were history related but not really part of the course.
Got on the bus. Went home. Did my homework. Went to bed. Wasn't much to do after school really, except be excited for what the following afternoon would bring.
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