Nopezors, not bad at all.

Well, I am angryyyy!

my art class sucks. This is how it goes.

We got in today and we're doing a critique of each others art. Which is okay, except not everyone was finished and it was, to be frank, not very good art. my art teacher does not know how to handle an advanced class and she's a really bad art teacher. I'm in art III, and am one of three poeple in that class. There's about ten art II's and about 50 art IV's. the art IV's are half people who should be in art two and half really good people, and that bothers me, because I should be in art 4. Argh. Which gives AP credit.

in any case, she started going on about zooming in on certain parts of the picture, and deep meaning. There IS no deep meaning in these pictures! people just slapped together some crap on a paper and called it art! I slapped together some stuff on the computer, and called it art, but, at least i KNOW I just made some junk. The sad part is that my art teacher actually bought it... and that she went on for ten minutes straight about the artistic merits of collage. which is a real art form... but NOT in an art II class! in an art II class, its crap on a paper! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!

So, yeah. And she won't believe that I'm in art class to learn how to render stuff, not to learn how to "put ideas on paper". I'm sorry, I KNOW how to do that. Now teach me real art.

That has got to be one of the most frustrating scenarios ever.
Three people in Art III, fifty in Art IV, and people who belong in Art II in Art IV? Someone in charge of student schedules should reconsider what they've done. : (

No, it's all mrs berger's fault. she put those twenty people in art IV.

I. Hate. Science. Fair. It's 1:04 in the morning and i'm doing part of my science fair. it was due friday. arghhh!

it has been very boring lately:( oh well i am leaving Friday anyway:cheesegrin: :cheesegrin: :cheese: :cheese:

I finally got my acceptance letter to go to college. I am proud.

Nice! Good for you.

ON a school note, my parents are going to eat me when they see my report card, arrgghhh.....

i am not going my car broke down:'( :(

Thanks. I am sorry that they will eat you.

Thank goodness all that is over for me! The only thing I miss is college (I had a blast in college). I do have to have continuing education for my securities licenses to avoid them expiring). One of these days, I will go back to college and finish my Master's Degree!:frankiesmile:

Congratulations!

I am curious as to how they will cook you.

In the fireplace. I anticipate being lightly seasoned with garlic and possibly a wee bit of pepper beforehand, though.

Wow, i got a HUGE amount of calc homework today. a take-home test, three take-home quizzes and three BIG homework assignments.

I had four tests today and did really bad on the English one. We had to relay what happened in Of Plymouth Plantation and I couldn't remember anything so I just made some stuff up about sin and Native Americans and Mr. T.

Then at lunch I saw some cheetos in the vending machine named CC and I put a dollar in and hit the regular C twice. It didn't work so I hit it two more times before I realized I had just made a bunch of nasty sour cream sun chips come out. Dur duh dur.

LMAOSCHOOL.

Lemme see.... Well, it has been 3 weeks since I've told what's happened at school soooo.... I'll just start somewhere random.
This one girl told me this other boy, Jason, likes me. I mean, me and the guy get along, and I like him as a friend-well, mabe I do have a little crush on him. Mabe not quite like the crush I have on Zach, but more of an affectionate fondness. *smiles*.
Zach snuck smiles at me several times today, and in the lunch line, I had to stand next to Jason. Okay, I can't figure out if we held hands or shook hands. Man I don't know!-lemme explain. He was in the middle of palling around with his buddies, when he stopped for a few minutes, held up his hand and said "What's up Tonya?". I simply thought it was one of those "hey how's it goin" handshakes, but, he didin't really shake my hand, he more like, held it, and it lasted for an estimated 7 seconds untill I started thinking "Uhh, are we holding hands? WHY are we holding hands?", and ect...
I blushed and started to glance up at him funny, but then he let go of my hand.
Now. I wonder.... WHAT was that hand deal all about? I still can't tell if it was a handshake or holding hands.

Well, I got my report card... all A's except Honors Science which was an 87...

So I took two pop quizzes last week in Science, and bombed both of them. The teacher has this thing where if you get any questions wrong, you can redo them for full credit. So I got her help, got A's on both afterwards because I finally understood the concept (man I hate Chemistry...). Then my grade was back u to a 92.

But before I redid the quizzes, I had a 45. My parents saw that on the online grading system and SPAZZED out.

Two quizzes into the marking period...

So I might have to quit the play. It all depends on the Science test I took yesterday... Cross your fingers. I'm expecting a B... I have to get a B or higher...

I aced the Tuesdays with Morrie test in English, which rocked.

Now I have to work on my Scholastic Writing Awards entry, due next week. Did I mention that I'm out of ideas?

Socially...

My best friend is still going out with his girlfriend. A big difference, though: the girlfriend has started to be really nice to me. And Brandon is still being a jerk...

Laser Tag on Monday with marching band. Yipee. Of course, it all depends on the Science test...

I keep doodling "Topeka" on my notebooks, and my one friend asked me if that's the name of a new kid that she didn't know...

To which I cracked up hysterically.

Also, my little plastic Bloo from Burger King sits in my purse at all times, because he resides next to the chalkboard in French (complete with a Speech bubble stating "It's hot in Topeka"). Everyone has fun playing with him during lunch, Photo Club, Computer Club, Chorus, etc.

So basically... nothing is happening at my school.

-Marty :goo:

Not really my school life, but this kid I'm babysitting had been playing hot cross buns on his blarging recorder for like a half hour.

AHHHHHHHHHHHHH

You wanna know what I find just about every tme I go into the girls bathroom?
Spoiler Below
Yes, disturbing, I know...

Then there's this one really whiney, ditsy girl who sits in the back of Homeroom and History, and she talks like this: (for examples) "Owwwwuuh! I'm bleeding blooduuuh!", "But that's not faiiirruuuh!," and, "Oh my gosh, I got a detentionuuuuh!".

And when a whole pack is going up or down the stairs, when we're trying to get to a class, let's say, somebody's really slow walking cause their talking to a buddy. Well, if their holding up the line, I go "C,MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOON," untill they move.
And sometimes, when somebody does something unbelievably idiotic, I say, "Now, on the list of things to do that were not okay, THAT was DEFENATLY NOT OKAY!".

Um, lemme see. I told Shinky he sounded like Micheal Jackson and ummmm....
A boy who I to sat next to the other day, he's so stupid. The teacher gave him his graded science paper, and he held it up, proudly shouting, "HEY EVERYBODY, I GOT A ZERO!!". Yeah...
I know a girl who has several different imaginary boyfriends, one of them being Wilt, and she claims she goes to the land of Lyoko to fight in war. She duels with YuGio cards, like it's litlerlly a real duel like off the cartoon.
Yesterday in the lunch line, this boy, Montay, hecut all the way from the back to the front and stood behind me, arguing with me the whole time. We argued all the way through the line about who was uglier. He said, "You got babies groing on yo' face!", and I said, "And you smell like armpits. One day, you had the WHOLE classroom stinking up.". I fried him.
Woah, I wrote alot didin't I? I'd squeeze in more but that'd be an awful lot.
Meh well.

That's nothing; you should visit the boy's bathroom sometime. It ain't pretty. :o

Oh gosh. Now see, THAT is the kind of thing that makes me proud to be a lady....although some lady's need to have more bathroom manners.

And some of us need more brains.

There are four types of people in the world.
1) Airheads--your typical stuck-up person who thinks he or she is the best thing ever
2) Sugarheads--the people who only care about fashion, being popular, and conforming
3) Levelheads--the people who know what to do and when to do it
4) Lackofheads--they tend not to utilize their brain

Gee, I sure hope I'm a 3... *is paranoid*

Have you ever been dragged on the ground?
We were playing flag football in PE, and it's a rule that you CANNOT tie the flags around your waist; you have to use the little clip thing that is provided. But some idiot on the opposing team tied it around his waist. You can't tell if the flags are tied or not until you try pulling on them, but by then, it's too late. So when he caught the ball and ran towards the endzone, I went after him and attempted to grab the flag. The next thing I know, I'm on the ground hollering, "A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-AUGH!" Bumpy ride.
Now I know how a sack of potatoes feels.

*hiss* Ouch! I also know how a sack of potatoes feels. I've been picked up and slung over shoulders so many times, it'd make your head spin! It really hurts after a while...

I dont like school

Funny day...

Drama Girl had a blow-out shortly before we went to gym. She and my para were talking, but then she said Drama Girl drove her crazy (it was a joke), and here's the response:

Drama Girl: NOOOO! I DON'T DRIVE YOU CRAZY OR GIVE YOU HEADACHES!!
Sue: Yes, you do.
Drama Girl: NOOOO!

(Sue holds her hand out to Drama Girl)

Drama Girl: NO, I will NOT hold your hand.
Me: Then I will.

(I let Sue grab my hand)

Me: She let's me do it 'cause I'm her friend.

(Drama Girl gasps)

Drama Girl: NOOOOO! I'M HER FRIEND! NOT YOU!!

(Drama Girl runs up to Sue)

Sue: I can't let you hold my hand because you're screaming.

Drama Girl: I'M NOT SCREAMING!

And this went on until Sue left.


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Is she desperate or what? :o

And she obviously has no idea that people can have more than just one friend! *gasp :o* Shocking, I know. :jk:

ehhh....math.....

Whereas yesterday was splendiferous, (I got 108% on my geometry test, 105% on two of my labs, and 115% on a third lab :D ) today was frightfully crummy. I think I bombed my biology test, and not just with any bombs. Nuclear bombs.

Nothing much happened at my school latley, but here's a story my teacher told us about a girl who used to go to a school around where we live.

This girl's name was Britney Spears, (NO not the Britney). Anyway, you know with that name, she was gonna be made fun of terribly. People'd just laugh at her, be mean to her, basically treat her like Carrie-you know, from that movie. Well, one day some little smartmouthed girl runs up to her and says something mean to her (I can't remember), but another girl asks Britney if she was gonna let the girl treat her like that and Britney says "I don't know but I wish I could just kill her!".
Okay, Britney had been so mistreated, you really can't blame her for saying that. And you think nobody would think much of it right? Wrong.
A teacher heard of Britney saying she wished she could kill the girl, and Britney got sent away to a juvinial prison in another state. All because of that one little statement, she is not allowed back in our state no more. She'll be locked up untill she's twenyone.

That was a true stroy.

Wow. That's a bit going far. Sent to jail like that...

wow. I make comments to the effect of "i'd like to disembowel him and leave his corpse impaled on the school flagpole" in front of teachers and have never gotten nabbed for it. wow.


well, baaaddd grraaadeeess is why I haven't been here for a week. bah.

It's like she slams the brakes, and while she's lecturing away, the train comes...um...that wasn't funny...

This thug in my gym class is being a complete racist/idiot/jerk. I have several plans for revenge, all of which are much too...shall we say, violent. I need help, peoples.

ha, sweet!

don't do anything too extreme, just realize that most ppl. aren't racist and support you...unless you live in Mississippi.

Okay, so here's how school's been latley. (Sorry I haven't bee on here for while-internet difficulties!).

I slipped a 'Merry Christmas' card in Zach's locker, and every since then he has been smiling at me alot more :).
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Earlier today in Homerom, this ditzy acting girl who sits in the back, Stevie, she came in with her coat on. Well, it's against the dresscode to wear coats in class. So this is the conversation that went on between them.

HTeacher: *nicley* "Stevie, take off the coat."

Stevie: "But I don't want touuhhh!" (she talks like that)

HTeacher: "Stevie...."

Stevie: "But it's colduuuhh!"

HTeacher: "Stevie."

..........

Stevie: "Nouuuuuhhh!"

So the HTeacher gets on the phone and calls the assistant principal. Shortly afterwords the princ. takes Stevie outta the room. A while later the princ. sends her back into the room, she, very unhappy about her coat. She walks in and throws a green slip in the trash and sits down.

HTeacher: "Stevie, I need that slip."

Stevie: "Well I'm not getting it out of the trashuuhhh."

HTeacher: "Stevie, get the slip out of the trashcan, please."

*goes back and forth for 3 whole minutes*

HTeacher: "Stevie...."

.......

Stevie: "Whateveruhh!"

Eventually, some boy goes over and fishes the slip ouuta the trash to end it already.

Sorry, I'm with Stevie on this one. If she wants to wear her coat, I don't see where it's anybody's business but hers.

I agree, it was just a coat. It's not like it was hurting anyone.

AAAAAAAAAAUGH! HELP ME! THE COAT! IT IS SUCKING MY SWEET SWEET EYE JUICES!

That is a peculiar dress code rule. What if it's freezing inside the classroom? You'll get frostbitten or catch a cold or get the flu or something.

Stevie reminds me of Drama Girl. A lot.

Anyway, Drama Girl had a blowout today. We have to go to my English teachers class from now on to do some work at the end of the day.

Drama Girl's reaction:

Drama Girl: I don't wanna do work!!
Ms. Angela: You have to.
Drama Girl:....I'm stil not doing it.

And no, Ms. Angela isn't the teacher; she just helps us with work. And when she got us our workbooks, Drama Girl simply shoves it away from her. About 3 times this happened, and then Drama Girl shoved in her desk and pouted.

Then Ms. Kielbasa (the english teacher) tells her to do the work or else she'll get in trouble. Drama Girl then almost instantly shut her face, and did the work.

Ugh. I felt like shoving the book up her brain.