wow…too much has happened since the day i last wrote. well….let us see….HMMMMmm..i have started my sophmore year at North Thurston High School. my schedule is comfortable. my friends seem to be where i last placed them. my many little love affairs have been put second to my success in school(academically). and my lyfe as a student begins anew for the countless’th time.
1st. Calligraphy
2nd. Beggining Auto Shop
3rd.Adv. English
4th. World Studdies
5th. Int.2 Math
6th. Architectual Drafting.
my day starts at 8:05 with a slow paced, quiet, and easy going calligraphy class. i had my doubts about this class but they quickly disintregated by day2. it allows me to do what i have a passion for. art classes prior to this one forced me to draw things that i didnt really see a reason to draw, much less wanted to. i still do things that i wouldnt really want see as worthy of getting out of bed, nonetheless, i do fancy dipping the pen into tha little bottles of ink.
2nd period is more my laugh it up period. tha teacher is a laidback guy who knows his stuff. thats cool. though i dont have the slightest idea as to what a carborator or 6cylinder thingermapooper is, i do enjoy tha class.
3rd period brings on tha stress. the first day of school, i was assigned a 2 page essay due the next day. the day after, i was pressured to complete a 5 paragraph final draft essay due before the dismissal bell. thats just a little piece of the expectations i am held accountable for. for my WHOLE school experience, i have always been in tha badass class. the class with the most attitude, the most trouble causers, and the least expectancy to pass. now, i know i was told that the work ethic is crayzi, but this was just a silent fart to tha face.and evidently, i am the only one who feels so. to help you see how used to my old classes and unprepared i was, picture this. FIRST DAY OF SCHOOL. i walk into portable 15. once everyones settled, the teacher asks “how many of you read at least 10 books durring your summer vacation?”. . . (class responds). “5?”. . . (class responds). “how many of you read no books at all this summer?” here i am sitting proudly with my hand raised in the air and a rebelious smirk on my face…looking around the class, anticipating the same reaction from the better half of the class. only i recieve blank stares from my peers and a cold look from my advanced english teacher.
tha rest of my school day is a breeze…except maybe math. i little tough to chew…a little.
M.O.J.O.
