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So, school.
It was not too exciting but overall enjoyable. And despite two of my best friends leaving, it's not the end of the world I guess.
1st period - Mr. Smith is da bomb as usual. He insists that by the end of the semester we turn San Marcos into a thriving lovely jungle full of parrots and chattering monkeys (this is Environmenal Horticulture by the way) and we each get the chance to plan out our own lil' plot of land. How cute.
2nd period - Crue. Well, it's crue. Except crue without the intimidation tactics, bitterness, intelligence, and amazingness of the seniors. It's now pretty damn clear we have lost a group of people who could really run the theater, and me, Becca, Little Zoe, Claire, Brie, and Nolan are pretty much the only ones now who have any sort of experience, so we had to lead the newbies in a course on sweeping and mopping the stage (harder than it sounds) and flying things in. They're not awful newbies though, just silly ones. I have hope.
Lunch - see, used to be back in the day all of crue would sit in Mr. Holmes' room having a party at lunch, but with at least ten to fifteen of the seniors and their friends who used to hang out there gone, it's down to me, Little Zoe, Becca, Claire, and Angie, with Kelso as the lone male. It's all right though. we have grand plans to turn the place into a saloon run by women. mrgreen
3rd period - Noone wants to be in Geometry after lunch. Simple as that. Mr. Von Protz is nice and all but there's not much to be said for copying vocab out of textbooks and doing homework. Eh. xp
4th period- Holy crap, I don't even know what to say. Mr. Zaunius is by far and away the best, most amazing, coolest, scariest, loveliest English teacher I have had in my enire life. Not even that. Just the best teacher in general. He believes in education but not in school, he thinks words are kinky and hot, he asks us who we are, he asks us what the connection is between Chewbacca and a stool sitting in the middle of the room and reveals it by pushing the stool really fast across the tile floor to make a sound like Chewie roaring. Oh god. I can't even describe. You'd have to be there. He is like literature personified.
I had a good day basically. 3nodding
Brittastiq · Tue Aug 28, 2007 @ 12:21am · 2 Comments |
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