reflections
I wrote this about a week or two before school actually ended (it says June 3 here, but I did add on stuff afterward) but yeah, I never got around to publishing it. I had intended to write more after school ended, but I never did that. I guess I kind of..finished 10th grade, and forgot about going back to anything associated with it. Anyway. What can I say about the year? It wasn't great, and yet it was. In many ways, I feel that it was one of the worst years for many of our lives. Badminton season...was bad. That's all I'll say about that. I don't know, I'm not going to go back to the year. I could, but I don't want to, so.. I haven't actually added anything to anything below, so all of the following was written before school ended.
Yearbook: If there is any word to describe this class, it would be stressful. I am certain that if I were to live without cause of death other than old age, there would a handsome sum of years knocked off the end of my life, due to the toll from this class. I remember, after going through the tedious process of adding my name to the roster, I wondered if I should then drop the class, but--that would be like buying something and returning it on the same day, ::ahem hem:: Anyway, I decided to stick it out, and while I do not regret the decision, at one point and for a while, I did consider yearbook to be the biggest mistake my life. However, yearbook has been a wonderful experience, despite the...occasional lack of organization, along with the lack of communication, the lack of knowledge upon a certain deadline, and the fact that I expected a student-governed class when, in fact, it was nothing close.
Chemistry: Hmm. Chem is fun; I like it. I won't really miss it, though. The class probably could have been great if I'd known more people in there, but I don't regret my decision. I certainly don't miss being in Sykes's class, though I probably could miss the people in there. Benz is a really cool guy, and I wish that I could have gotten to know him better this year.
English: I remember at the beginning of the year, I was a bit...hesitant? to see what was so amazing about the class. I guess I expected something unique to happen, just because everyone raved about Tsuji so much. Whatever it was, it never happened, but I've decided that Tsuji is a cool teacher, and it will suck to not have her next year. One thing I will always remember is the Tale of Two Cities project. Harpreet, Angeline, Stepanie and I had so much fun with that, and I will never forget precisely how much damage they inflicted upon me and my physical well-being during the filming of that project. We spent so much time on that...more time than the project was worth, but...it was great. ::Pulls a blow-dryer out of her sweatpants:: And then, of course, there was Creed.
Spanish: What can I say? Buell is an awesome person. However, I despise Spanish. I'm sick of it. I wonder if I should have just stuck through Spanish II last year. I could be done after this year, but I'm not. Damn it, Domingo! There goes one precious slot of my future schedule. Spanish, Spanish. I don't really feel like talking about it. Buell is cool.
World History: BYLO. The freak. I love her. But she's a freak. Workaholic. Go get yourself a 200-page notebook, so that you may proceed to fill it up throughout the year with about 190 pages of busywork. I have more pages in that notebook that are glued in than I do of pages that were made for writing. Bylo is funny, though, mostly because I find it enjoyable to make fun of her. =D No, really, she is cool. The class is easy enough, it's just really tedious, and it started to get to me because I began to slack off. I think it's just this mental, subconscious sense of superiority--I started to feel like history wasn't worth my time, so I got lazy and I wouldn't do it. Actually, it wasn't so much laziness as it was a dire need to complete the assignments in other classes first--priority classes, in a sense. I guess I got too comfortable with the idea of history being an easy A (but how could I not, with Bylo constantly reminding us that her class was easy?), so I let my grade drop. Terrible habit.
PE: I will sorely miss PE next year. To begin with, no academics involved. Then...it's the people in that period who make it great. I love it. -softball team -people in the class -fitting in lockers
Geometry: In every year, math has always been the class that I have had the most fun in. In seventh grade, I sat behind Sylvia, and we had to learn to smother our laughter in our notes. Gavin sat next to me, and I think he thought we were a little cuckoo. It didn't hurt to have Cindy and Jessica behind me, either. Sonny sat closest to the door, and of course, there was the time that he walked out and ditched class without realizing it. What more? Picker didn't realize it. In eighth grade, I sat behind Nandita and one to the right, and of course I had a blast chucking notes at her head. In ninth--Howell. That was just...omg. The amount of times that Howell made jokes with sexual innuendo. lmfao. And listening to her pick on Will. It was just fun. I love Howell. I didn't do so hot in her class, but I think she's funny. Finally, tenth grade. There is no class that is parallel to sixth period Takacs. There never will be. We all effing kick ass in our class shirts. Well, not all, but close to it. Bird is a Kite, Just Prove It. Sitting alone in the back. Making fun of Bio and occasionally annoying her. Getting real close to Tina. Literally. Oh, and--"straight from the land of d-uh," and "It was the most colorful g-string I had ever seen."
Yearbook: If there is any word to describe this class, it would be stressful. I am certain that if I were to live without cause of death other than old age, there would a handsome sum of years knocked off the end of my life, due to the toll from this class. I remember, after going through the tedious process of adding my name to the roster, I wondered if I should then drop the class, but--that would be like buying something and returning it on the same day, ::ahem hem:: Anyway, I decided to stick it out, and while I do not regret the decision, at one point and for a while, I did consider yearbook to be the biggest mistake my life. However, yearbook has been a wonderful experience, despite the...occasional lack of organization, along with the lack of communication, the lack of knowledge upon a certain deadline, and the fact that I expected a student-governed class when, in fact, it was nothing close.
Chemistry: Hmm. Chem is fun; I like it. I won't really miss it, though. The class probably could have been great if I'd known more people in there, but I don't regret my decision. I certainly don't miss being in Sykes's class, though I probably could miss the people in there. Benz is a really cool guy, and I wish that I could have gotten to know him better this year.
English: I remember at the beginning of the year, I was a bit...hesitant? to see what was so amazing about the class. I guess I expected something unique to happen, just because everyone raved about Tsuji so much. Whatever it was, it never happened, but I've decided that Tsuji is a cool teacher, and it will suck to not have her next year. One thing I will always remember is the Tale of Two Cities project. Harpreet, Angeline, Stepanie and I had so much fun with that, and I will never forget precisely how much damage they inflicted upon me and my physical well-being during the filming of that project. We spent so much time on that...more time than the project was worth, but...it was great. ::Pulls a blow-dryer out of her sweatpants:: And then, of course, there was Creed.
Spanish: What can I say? Buell is an awesome person. However, I despise Spanish. I'm sick of it. I wonder if I should have just stuck through Spanish II last year. I could be done after this year, but I'm not. Damn it, Domingo! There goes one precious slot of my future schedule. Spanish, Spanish. I don't really feel like talking about it. Buell is cool.
World History: BYLO. The freak. I love her. But she's a freak. Workaholic. Go get yourself a 200-page notebook, so that you may proceed to fill it up throughout the year with about 190 pages of busywork. I have more pages in that notebook that are glued in than I do of pages that were made for writing. Bylo is funny, though, mostly because I find it enjoyable to make fun of her. =D No, really, she is cool. The class is easy enough, it's just really tedious, and it started to get to me because I began to slack off. I think it's just this mental, subconscious sense of superiority--I started to feel like history wasn't worth my time, so I got lazy and I wouldn't do it. Actually, it wasn't so much laziness as it was a dire need to complete the assignments in other classes first--priority classes, in a sense. I guess I got too comfortable with the idea of history being an easy A (but how could I not, with Bylo constantly reminding us that her class was easy?), so I let my grade drop. Terrible habit.
PE: I will sorely miss PE next year. To begin with, no academics involved. Then...it's the people in that period who make it great. I love it. -softball team -people in the class -fitting in lockers
Geometry: In every year, math has always been the class that I have had the most fun in. In seventh grade, I sat behind Sylvia, and we had to learn to smother our laughter in our notes. Gavin sat next to me, and I think he thought we were a little cuckoo. It didn't hurt to have Cindy and Jessica behind me, either. Sonny sat closest to the door, and of course, there was the time that he walked out and ditched class without realizing it. What more? Picker didn't realize it. In eighth grade, I sat behind Nandita and one to the right, and of course I had a blast chucking notes at her head. In ninth--Howell. That was just...omg. The amount of times that Howell made jokes with sexual innuendo. lmfao. And listening to her pick on Will. It was just fun. I love Howell. I didn't do so hot in her class, but I think she's funny. Finally, tenth grade. There is no class that is parallel to sixth period Takacs. There never will be. We all effing kick ass in our class shirts. Well, not all, but close to it. Bird is a Kite, Just Prove It. Sitting alone in the back. Making fun of Bio and occasionally annoying her. Getting real close to Tina. Literally. Oh, and--"straight from the land of d-uh," and "It was the most colorful g-string I had ever seen."
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