September 1, 2011

Today started off bad. I got up at 6:00 and was ready for school at around 7:04. My sisters took all day to get ready. By the time my dad got done talking about my dentist appointment and talking about how my sisters dressed. We had missed the bus. We jetted out of the house at 7:20ish, all except Jaelen, who ran back into the house to grab another pair of sandals because her other ones broke. They need tennis shoes. They need to stop worrying about being cute so much. That kinda makes me wish I will have ugly daughters, or atleast some who know their cute and don't care. We get onto the main road and I meet some of Jaelen's friends. Already don't like them. They, with me looking, started talking about how big Jacquynn's butt is. I'm on my dad's side, Jacqunn needs to 1) work off some butt, 2) not wear anything that hugs her butt, and 3) stop “feeding” her butt. I just walked ahead of everyone else, I cared more about getting to school on time. Chrysta walked along side, well behind actually, me. She made me wait one time as she tied her shoes. It was already 7:36 and I was highly impatient. She got done and I just speed walked the rest of the way to school. Going up the one way hill that most cars and buses leave New Town, I saw three sophomores who haven’t grown up one bit from freshman year. They still immaturely made fun of me from dumb things like where I’m from (Oklahoma). Me personally, I don’t care about it. I won’t care to remember them when I get my diploma. Get to class at 7:43. I was actually 2^nd to class behind Nick Taylor. I sat down and waited for AP Bio to start. We read about how panda poop can be used as a fuel. It was actually kind of interesting. Don’t care to discuss it, but interesting. Next period (B2), English 12 honors with Mr. Taylor. 30 seconds into class and I liked him already. But more exciting (and I hope it doesn’t change), I have a class with Arianna!!! I was happy when I saw her. She thought that I had left. It was a possibility that I would have had to move to another school district, but we found a place still in district of NTHS. There’s only one person in that class that I truly don’t like, and for better sake will keep his name out of it, but Arianna is pretty much the only one in there that gives me comfort. She doesn’t even have to do anything. I leave about 15 minutes in to go to my follow up appointment for my surgery I had done (11 teeth extractions). I sat in the waiting room for at least 20 minutes. During that time, I just looked around. There was a 16 year old that looked about 20, a decorated officer, some Hispanics that seemed to have spoken better English than most people I know up here (when they weren’t speaking Spanish), and a lot of elderly people. I also worked on my novel I started over the summer. My name got called, I got led to one of the back rooms and asked a bunch of questions, and then I’m left alone for about 5 minutes. Tried to check my email, but no service. Is there any place you can’t go and lose service? The dentist who did my surgery, Dr. Hyatt, came in and just asked how I was, if my mouth was sore, asked if I’d been rinsing my gums….that sort of stuff. His assistant rinsed my gums once again and walked me out, telling me that I didn’t need to come in unless needed something. I left, but for some strange reason, some random thoughts flew through my head: how old was that girl who yelled out “How you doin’” from the white truck full of white people as I was walking home, where does she live, I wonder when Mrs. Cathirell is due, will Doña approve my blog (because she and Carney know what I’m like when I write, especially when I’m “upset”), what lunch does Arianna have, will working on my novel be a distraction to my grades (I hope not). My dad was waiting in the car on a conference call when I got in. He gave me a thumbs up when I got out for school. When I finally got signed in, the lunch bell rang. I see both of my sisters, Jaelen and Chrysta. I also have Yemi and Agnes in my lunch. Fun. Janessa, too. I walked her to the guidance office in the middle of lunch. She got a schedule change. I went to the bathroom, and when I returned, freshman filled the table. I just thought of Freshman Friday. Then again, I’m too nice of a guy to pick on anyone. I’ll just get my sisters. Lunch over, Engineering and Tech up next. Teacher’s cool. Can’t remember his name, or what all he said since I was asleep a majority of the time, but seems cool. I sleep with my eyes open and don’t snore, so many people wouldn’t know if I were asleep or not. We talked about what technology was. A lot of people didn’t get that technology wasn’t just electronic. Anything that benefits humans in anyway is a technology. A pencil, for example, is technology. We then talked about what technology we couldn’t live without. A lot of people said their cell phones. I said computer. Some one said the fridge, some one the microwave, someone said the TV, and one person said washer and dryer. 1) I don’t think he even knows how to use the washer and dryer, and 2) maybe it’s the country in me, but ever hear of soap, a scrubbing board, and a clothes line? That’s how most people did their laundry. B4 is AP Psychology. Seems interesting. We did a worksheet with true and false to understand what we already knew about psychology. It also had a short answer section. There was a question on what common sense was, I wrote a partial quote by Voltair (“Common sense isn’t so common”). I should have said that. End of the day, can't find Chrysta, again for the second day in a row. I just tell Jacquynn I was going to see what I missed in English. I bump into Jaelen on my way there. She can't find Chrysta either, so I tell her to go to the buses and meet me in the library if they left already. I guess the bus didn't leave. She never showed up. Mr. Taylor wasn't in his room, so I head to the library. I figure that I may as well work on my blog, and talk to Mrs. Cathirell. I wonder when she's due. I work on my blog for about an hour before it’s time to leave. I walked home the back way, or the long way. I did walk past Tiara Morales and a girl named Kierra (not sure I spelled that right). My bag was heavy as crap. What’s in here that makes my bags so heavy I wonder. My shoulders hurt half way through. I got home, dumped my bag, and sorted out everything to see what was really that heavy. Everything but 2 library books and 2 books about college essays was necessary. I need a backpack instead of a messenger bag. My parents got home about an hour and a half after I did. They made me mad about things, but I won’t go into details. I’d get into trouble with Doña. So yeah. This could be therapeutic. Just an online journal my peers and hopefully not parents can see. I’m gonna try to figure out a crest for my AVID house.