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I have the best Ancient History teacher in the world! She wants to take us to see Troy in theatres and she likes Marion Zimmer Bradley!
... And I forget her name!
My other teachers are not so spiffy, sadly. Although Doucet is less vile than I'd thought.
He does act like a bored French aristocrat.
English teach Ms. Smith is a stick-in-the-mud. She keeps on asking stupid questions about random things in Lord of the Flies, like she's flipping over rocks to try and find symbolism in everything. The way I see it, the story doesn't NEED to be symbolic- it's meaningful enough without studying every damn sentence and picking it apart. I was enjoying it until she started with the picking it apart.
I hope my comments on casual homoeroticism squick her out. -_-
C(areer) a(nd) L(ife) M(anagement) teacher, Borden, is stupid. So stupid. The other day she showed us a video on why voulenteer work would save our souls. Our souls!
I have nothing against voulenteer work. However, I DO have something against it being shoved down my throat with a side of bad hip pop and 80's hair.
Today she gave us a questionnaire getting-to-know-you type thing to do. Waaay too personal. Don't like it none.
Why yes, I did get a 92% on my math exam. Thank you for asking.
Discovered that Science Girl is a stoner and friends with Nicole Lee. Am distraught. Distraught, I say! ^_~
Well, I knew she was a stoner, actually. But Nicole Lee? I ask you.
And yes, Cait, I do have bad taste in women. =P
My mother is looking for a new job. I'm not sure if she wants one to replace the one she has now or to coincide with it. Maybe this is a good thing- a change of scene might do her well.
Da's still looking for a job too. We're getting calls from the bank. That can't be good.
Something strange about my sister: she likes 5O Cent, Hillary Duff, and Kellis. (I stand by my conviction that a ten-year-old listening to songs about blowjobs is really fuckin' wrong.) However, she also likes the Strokes, the White Stripes, and AFI. I may make a pretentious indie rocker out of her yet. :)
List time. Like Hammer time, only not.
People Who I See All The Time But Whose Names I Don't Know
Cecil's Husband. The guy who sat next to this bald dude named Cecil in Science. So called because they looked like they were about to announce their engagement any day now.
The Androgyne. Red-haired boygirl. Probably should find out her name sometime.
Mr. Who. Short grey-haired teacher type with a bushy moustache, looks like that Professor from Horton Hears A Who. Makes me giggle every time I see him, 'cause I'm imagining him talking to an elephant about being boiled alive in beezlenut oil.
Twinkly Boy. That boy who looks sort of like Jimmy, but prettier and twinkly. Friend of Dorothy?
Hall People. Don't know any of their names, but hey, nice socks, guys.
Other Hall People. These ones are in the downstairs hall, and are more punky than the upstairs hall people. I know a few of them- Rob for one, and Spectacular Blue-Haired Stephanie Brown.
... okay, I don't know her, but I know of her and in HS that's the same thing.
Lennon-Boy. Yes, I know his name, but I prefer not to use it. He looks like John Lennon. Hence Lennon-Boy. It's a good name, 'cause he likes John Lennon and takes it as a compliment.
The Couple. The couple that goes everywhere together. S'a bit creepy. I think at one point they had a mind meld and it stuck that way.
There's more, I know there's more. Names just don't come to mind right now.
I wonder if these people look at me and think, "Hey, there's Creepy Pale Chick"?
"Duuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuude. Focus, duuuuuuuude...
He lives!"
I love that turtle.
I saw the new Blink 183 video, I Miss You. And while I'm not really as preoccupied with Blink as I was, and I disagree with some of their politics (yeah, they do have them), and I think they're just downright silly...
... prettygirlsincostumessnogginganddancingandbeingromanticSQUEE!
*Coughs.*
I did not just do that. I refuse to become a hopeless romantic in my old age, dammit.
I think I want to start a band. I mean, I have the hair, the attitude, the obsessions- all I need is actual musical talent.
I may ask Rob to teach me how to play the drums. Or I'll lock myself in the music room with the drumset and throw Alex's old pop cans at anyone who tries to interrupt me.
I'm done now. Wake me up in July. *Snugs.*
~Jehane
"Never raise your hands to your kids. It leaves your groin unprotected." - Rita Rudner
... And I forget her name!
My other teachers are not so spiffy, sadly. Although Doucet is less vile than I'd thought.
He does act like a bored French aristocrat.
English teach Ms. Smith is a stick-in-the-mud. She keeps on asking stupid questions about random things in Lord of the Flies, like she's flipping over rocks to try and find symbolism in everything. The way I see it, the story doesn't NEED to be symbolic- it's meaningful enough without studying every damn sentence and picking it apart. I was enjoying it until she started with the picking it apart.
I hope my comments on casual homoeroticism squick her out. -_-
C(areer) a(nd) L(ife) M(anagement) teacher, Borden, is stupid. So stupid. The other day she showed us a video on why voulenteer work would save our souls. Our souls!
I have nothing against voulenteer work. However, I DO have something against it being shoved down my throat with a side of bad hip pop and 80's hair.
Today she gave us a questionnaire getting-to-know-you type thing to do. Waaay too personal. Don't like it none.
Why yes, I did get a 92% on my math exam. Thank you for asking.
Discovered that Science Girl is a stoner and friends with Nicole Lee. Am distraught. Distraught, I say! ^_~
Well, I knew she was a stoner, actually. But Nicole Lee? I ask you.
And yes, Cait, I do have bad taste in women. =P
My mother is looking for a new job. I'm not sure if she wants one to replace the one she has now or to coincide with it. Maybe this is a good thing- a change of scene might do her well.
Da's still looking for a job too. We're getting calls from the bank. That can't be good.
Something strange about my sister: she likes 5O Cent, Hillary Duff, and Kellis. (I stand by my conviction that a ten-year-old listening to songs about blowjobs is really fuckin' wrong.) However, she also likes the Strokes, the White Stripes, and AFI. I may make a pretentious indie rocker out of her yet. :)
List time. Like Hammer time, only not.
Cecil's Husband. The guy who sat next to this bald dude named Cecil in Science. So called because they looked like they were about to announce their engagement any day now.
The Androgyne. Red-haired boygirl. Probably should find out her name sometime.
Mr. Who. Short grey-haired teacher type with a bushy moustache, looks like that Professor from Horton Hears A Who. Makes me giggle every time I see him, 'cause I'm imagining him talking to an elephant about being boiled alive in beezlenut oil.
Twinkly Boy. That boy who looks sort of like Jimmy, but prettier and twinkly. Friend of Dorothy?
Hall People. Don't know any of their names, but hey, nice socks, guys.
Other Hall People. These ones are in the downstairs hall, and are more punky than the upstairs hall people. I know a few of them- Rob for one, and Spectacular Blue-Haired Stephanie Brown.
... okay, I don't know her, but I know of her and in HS that's the same thing.
Lennon-Boy. Yes, I know his name, but I prefer not to use it. He looks like John Lennon. Hence Lennon-Boy. It's a good name, 'cause he likes John Lennon and takes it as a compliment.
The Couple. The couple that goes everywhere together. S'a bit creepy. I think at one point they had a mind meld and it stuck that way.
There's more, I know there's more. Names just don't come to mind right now.
I wonder if these people look at me and think, "Hey, there's Creepy Pale Chick"?
"Duuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuude. Focus, duuuuuuuude...
He lives!"
I love that turtle.
I saw the new Blink 183 video, I Miss You. And while I'm not really as preoccupied with Blink as I was, and I disagree with some of their politics (yeah, they do have them), and I think they're just downright silly...
... prettygirlsincostumessnogginganddancingandbeingromanticSQUEE!
*Coughs.*
I did not just do that. I refuse to become a hopeless romantic in my old age, dammit.
I think I want to start a band. I mean, I have the hair, the attitude, the obsessions- all I need is actual musical talent.
I may ask Rob to teach me how to play the drums. Or I'll lock myself in the music room with the drumset and throw Alex's old pop cans at anyone who tries to interrupt me.
I'm done now. Wake me up in July. *Snugs.*
~Jehane
"Never raise your hands to your kids. It leaves your groin unprotected." - Rita Rudner