So it turns out that my brother and step dad are gone for Thanksgiving, meaning it will basically be my mom and I unless my sister comes home. My mom has decided that the two of us would go and see Mama Mia! since neither of us has.
Adding on to the good news is the fact that my mom is now willing to pay for my G1 test since I still don't have my liscence (could have had my G2 this past summer but...). I went to get it today and the line up was huge so I have to wait again.
Of couse I'm expectnig a wake up text at midnight since Nire thinks it will be fun to wake me up on my birthday, so I get to enjoy that as well.
Monday, September 29, 2008
Thursday, September 11, 2008
Seriously
My school is being beyond annoying right know. I swear, and some of my friends agree, that if we took a camera and stuck it inside our school and showed it to people that have never heard of our school they would assume it is a TV show. Well, as long as the ignored the fact that the school is over crowded.
The people there seem so fake. A smile at those that they believe don't fit in because they are quiet. I have seen so many fake smiles so far this year, its not funny. During English, I'm quiet, all my friends sit away from me, I'm at the front of the class right by the teacher's desk. Spare I'm not so loud, but I'm listening to music trying to finish all the homework I can from English, as well as whatever I have due after lunch. Math class, I whisper when talking to Nire to keep myself from getting in trouble. Why would I whisper, if we are doing basic work (ie. a repeat of last year) I laughed at how much the class can forget. Its not like grade school where everyone is mixed together, if your in a university based class, going over the stuff from last year, I shouldn't have time to figure something out in my head, and whisper the answer in an exagerated form to Nire.
The only problem is that I have to be careful about this, because I'm at the front of the math class, by where the teacher is. Plus, I'm tutoring someone in math this year. For every 18 hours of tutoring I can get 3% added to my math mark. The best part is the fact that they are looking for a bunch of English tutors, because the grade 9 class isn't the smartest at English.
In Peace and Politics I sit at the back of the classroom, but the class is very loud and immature. Trust me, today because the guys thought the teacher couldn't see them, they began throwing paper balls at each other. The teacher leaves the room, and it turns into an all out war between them. The best part was when the teacher pointed out that he could see what they were doing and made them pick up everything they threw. That and two girls began making snowflakes. I haven't made one of those for years. Anyways who wants snow now, we are a suppose to get a bunch this year so I can wait.
The drama in the school is amazing though. If you can hear the converstations of the girls who come from the richer part of the city (a few not, but mainly the richer part) is sounds all but scripted for a show like gossip girl. I can't go past them without hearing gossip, which is becoming annoying. I would just love it if one day one of my teachers just snapped and finally yelled shut up at the people in my classes, for they are always talking so loudly.
The people there seem so fake. A smile at those that they believe don't fit in because they are quiet. I have seen so many fake smiles so far this year, its not funny. During English, I'm quiet, all my friends sit away from me, I'm at the front of the class right by the teacher's desk. Spare I'm not so loud, but I'm listening to music trying to finish all the homework I can from English, as well as whatever I have due after lunch. Math class, I whisper when talking to Nire to keep myself from getting in trouble. Why would I whisper, if we are doing basic work (ie. a repeat of last year) I laughed at how much the class can forget. Its not like grade school where everyone is mixed together, if your in a university based class, going over the stuff from last year, I shouldn't have time to figure something out in my head, and whisper the answer in an exagerated form to Nire.
The only problem is that I have to be careful about this, because I'm at the front of the math class, by where the teacher is. Plus, I'm tutoring someone in math this year. For every 18 hours of tutoring I can get 3% added to my math mark. The best part is the fact that they are looking for a bunch of English tutors, because the grade 9 class isn't the smartest at English.
In Peace and Politics I sit at the back of the classroom, but the class is very loud and immature. Trust me, today because the guys thought the teacher couldn't see them, they began throwing paper balls at each other. The teacher leaves the room, and it turns into an all out war between them. The best part was when the teacher pointed out that he could see what they were doing and made them pick up everything they threw. That and two girls began making snowflakes. I haven't made one of those for years. Anyways who wants snow now, we are a suppose to get a bunch this year so I can wait.
The drama in the school is amazing though. If you can hear the converstations of the girls who come from the richer part of the city (a few not, but mainly the richer part) is sounds all but scripted for a show like gossip girl. I can't go past them without hearing gossip, which is becoming annoying. I would just love it if one day one of my teachers just snapped and finally yelled shut up at the people in my classes, for they are always talking so loudly.
Saturday, September 6, 2008
Looking Back, Rocks and Water
Since school has started up again I have retreated back into my old self. The one who even if she has an opinion won't say it out loud. The one who thinks quietly how most the class is stupid at times due to the fact that they can't figure out a simple thing. I was hoping that being in my last year of school I could change myself a little bit. Become a little more bolder, and show who I really am. I'm not the quiet girl who has nothing to say. I just think to much, and want to be careful about what I say before I speak.
It is funny since back in elementary school I could speak with anyone and it wouldn't be weird. Now to hear me speak up in class with out being called upon is an amazing thing. I faded into the shadows of the world. I'm unnoticeable. I spent the last two years of grade school, smacking one guy in the back of the head every time he bothered me, and yet I haven't spoken to him once since we started high school.
Of course, I'm happy some people don't change to much. Cody hasn't changed much at all. Every time we have a class together, he manages to end up sitting near my and trying to bug the hell out of me. It's as if he hasn't matured since I first met him in grade 2. It's like grade eight, where the boys discover that you can create the idea that someone is cutting your hair with out changing it. Cody repeatedly did this to me. I had started to ignore it until he asked me 'what would happen if he cut my hair?'. I turned around to see him holding my hair in his hand. He had cut out a bunch. Luckily it wasn't noticeable at all.
Grade ten, he sat in front of me in science. I was helping the girl next to him with her work. I had finished mine and was having trouble explaining to her the work due to him kicking her. I told her to trade spots with me for the class so that she could finish her work. The first thing he says to me when I sit next to him, 'You wanted to sit next to me because you like me, right?'. I was able to laugh at it because no one sitting near by ever knew that I had liked him in grade school.
Then nearing exams last year we were both late for our classes, as in we were the only people standing in the hallway. He asks to borrow a pen. I didn't realize I had left it at home and started to search my pencil case. He stood at my locker, books in hand, waiting to see if I could find him something to write with. A teacher came by asking why we were still in the hallways. Of course the teacher happened to be teaching the physics class I was in at that time. Cody looked straight at him and said, with a straight face, 'I'm waiting for my girlfriend, she's kind of slow.'
It's weird to think that this one annoying person helps. I'm at a place where everything is changing majorly. Yet, this one guy hasn't changed for years. He is still immature and completely set out to bug me, yet he is proof that sometimes changing only slightly is good.
Another guy who hasn't changed is Arthur. I haven't known him as long as Cody, but he still hasn't changed. In grade seven a rumour went around saying that I liked him. I was being bugged about who the top three people that I liked were. I gave three random names, asked if they were in order and said yes. I had told all my friends that the guy I liked didn't go to our school, but no one believed me. I didn't have to deal with him in grade nine which made me happy, but in grade ten I ended up picking him as a partner in business. There was few left and he seemed like an okay choice. The biggest problem was that he was still beyond immature. Even now he has yet to grow up at all. Proof that some people need to change.
It doesn't really make sense to me. Someone staying the same is good, yet someone else its bad. I do understand a little bit but it really doesn't clarify anything.
Another person is the guy who joined the school community last year. We had two classes together first semester, three second, and were both in choir. Because of this we had started to talk to each other. Looking back it may have been better if I loosened my mask a little, rather than shaking my head and rolling my eyes when he said something that was slightly funny, I could have laughed.
Maybe I could have been a little more truthful when he encouraged me. After singing in choir there would be days when he told me I had a good voice, as well as once randomly in English after I read something. Maybe when he tried to figure out why I wouldn't try out for the play, that there was a chance I would get something. My answer was that I couldn't really act. He laughed and said neither could he, but that didn't stop him. The truth was more along the lines of fear of rejection. Every time I aimed for something that I looked forward to I would drop right back down to the bottom. Being told I was good, yet not making something meaning I wasn't good enough. That there is one trouble with school and that's teachers choose favourites.
Some people think that I don't stand out, I try to blend in with the crowd. I can't do either. When I'm with those I trust I'm fine and I am me, slightly crazy, completely klutzy, and ready to make a fool of myself. To think that I changed so fast over one summer. Went from being a girl who couldn't keep her mouth shut, to not being able to open it. I think to much about how others will respond.
The grade school I went to, my class was fine with everyone. You could talk to anyone with out thinking. The other grade schools in the area broke up, by the time they were in grade eight they had cliques, didn't go outside of their group. My school broke up into these groups. Outside of school we may talk like nothing has changed, yet in school we become quiet, strangers even.
Not only is my life changing like water, but is staying absolutely still like a rock.
It is funny since back in elementary school I could speak with anyone and it wouldn't be weird. Now to hear me speak up in class with out being called upon is an amazing thing. I faded into the shadows of the world. I'm unnoticeable. I spent the last two years of grade school, smacking one guy in the back of the head every time he bothered me, and yet I haven't spoken to him once since we started high school.
Of course, I'm happy some people don't change to much. Cody hasn't changed much at all. Every time we have a class together, he manages to end up sitting near my and trying to bug the hell out of me. It's as if he hasn't matured since I first met him in grade 2. It's like grade eight, where the boys discover that you can create the idea that someone is cutting your hair with out changing it. Cody repeatedly did this to me. I had started to ignore it until he asked me 'what would happen if he cut my hair?'. I turned around to see him holding my hair in his hand. He had cut out a bunch. Luckily it wasn't noticeable at all.
Grade ten, he sat in front of me in science. I was helping the girl next to him with her work. I had finished mine and was having trouble explaining to her the work due to him kicking her. I told her to trade spots with me for the class so that she could finish her work. The first thing he says to me when I sit next to him, 'You wanted to sit next to me because you like me, right?'. I was able to laugh at it because no one sitting near by ever knew that I had liked him in grade school.
Then nearing exams last year we were both late for our classes, as in we were the only people standing in the hallway. He asks to borrow a pen. I didn't realize I had left it at home and started to search my pencil case. He stood at my locker, books in hand, waiting to see if I could find him something to write with. A teacher came by asking why we were still in the hallways. Of course the teacher happened to be teaching the physics class I was in at that time. Cody looked straight at him and said, with a straight face, 'I'm waiting for my girlfriend, she's kind of slow.'
It's weird to think that this one annoying person helps. I'm at a place where everything is changing majorly. Yet, this one guy hasn't changed for years. He is still immature and completely set out to bug me, yet he is proof that sometimes changing only slightly is good.
Another guy who hasn't changed is Arthur. I haven't known him as long as Cody, but he still hasn't changed. In grade seven a rumour went around saying that I liked him. I was being bugged about who the top three people that I liked were. I gave three random names, asked if they were in order and said yes. I had told all my friends that the guy I liked didn't go to our school, but no one believed me. I didn't have to deal with him in grade nine which made me happy, but in grade ten I ended up picking him as a partner in business. There was few left and he seemed like an okay choice. The biggest problem was that he was still beyond immature. Even now he has yet to grow up at all. Proof that some people need to change.
It doesn't really make sense to me. Someone staying the same is good, yet someone else its bad. I do understand a little bit but it really doesn't clarify anything.
Another person is the guy who joined the school community last year. We had two classes together first semester, three second, and were both in choir. Because of this we had started to talk to each other. Looking back it may have been better if I loosened my mask a little, rather than shaking my head and rolling my eyes when he said something that was slightly funny, I could have laughed.
Maybe I could have been a little more truthful when he encouraged me. After singing in choir there would be days when he told me I had a good voice, as well as once randomly in English after I read something. Maybe when he tried to figure out why I wouldn't try out for the play, that there was a chance I would get something. My answer was that I couldn't really act. He laughed and said neither could he, but that didn't stop him. The truth was more along the lines of fear of rejection. Every time I aimed for something that I looked forward to I would drop right back down to the bottom. Being told I was good, yet not making something meaning I wasn't good enough. That there is one trouble with school and that's teachers choose favourites.
Some people think that I don't stand out, I try to blend in with the crowd. I can't do either. When I'm with those I trust I'm fine and I am me, slightly crazy, completely klutzy, and ready to make a fool of myself. To think that I changed so fast over one summer. Went from being a girl who couldn't keep her mouth shut, to not being able to open it. I think to much about how others will respond.
The grade school I went to, my class was fine with everyone. You could talk to anyone with out thinking. The other grade schools in the area broke up, by the time they were in grade eight they had cliques, didn't go outside of their group. My school broke up into these groups. Outside of school we may talk like nothing has changed, yet in school we become quiet, strangers even.
Not only is my life changing like water, but is staying absolutely still like a rock.
Tuesday, September 2, 2008
I Survived!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I'm alive, and the first day back at school is over. It was beyond boring!!!!!!! Turns out that the english teacher I had in grade 10 got married so I have her again, but I didn't realize it so its a repeat teacher. I laugh at my brother because he has the science teacher that taught and hated me, my sister and my cousins. It was quite funny to see the look on her face last year after I told her we were all related and that there is more coming.
English~ I don't like the seating plan in english right now. The teacher used the alphabetical order, meaning I sit by people I don't really talk to, and I don't even know who one of the guys in my class is, so he must be pretty new.
Spare~ I talk one girl on my spare. We found some guys who don't hang out with the preps on my spare to talk to. The best part is that they were in the library, rather than the cafe, like everyone else on spare was doing. So today we talked while the guys worked on their homework (I laugh at those who have bigger assignments on the first day of school).
Lunch~ There are people on my lunch again. We moved to the second half of the cafe this year, so we are in the glass part, with the two tvs (not including the announcement one). Someone is bringing cards tomorrow so we have something to do. I might find a deck for spare.
Math~ Functions, boring so far. Nire sits next to me. The teacher made a few mistakes when writing down the equation, I noticed them right away, pointed them out to Nire, and silently laughed when she got to the end and said that the wrong answer was the answer. Then I was silently laughing again when Nire had to point out the mistake, realizing that I would sit there laughing silently at the class who can't remember antything. Then one of the other guys in my class had to point out an adding mistake. Plus tomorrow there is a test on everything from grade 11, of which I remember nothing so good-bye chance at having a good starting grade.
Peace and Politics~ I sit at the back of the room with Ski. She was sitting with one of the guys from my spare, and the guy behind them was sitting by himself, so he moved up so we could sit together. We discussed what we would learn and what movies we may watch, while I was counting down the minutes until the end of class.
Now I'm staying up so I can finish backing up the new computer that I set up today. So tomorrow is another day, and hopefully less boring.
English~ I don't like the seating plan in english right now. The teacher used the alphabetical order, meaning I sit by people I don't really talk to, and I don't even know who one of the guys in my class is, so he must be pretty new.
Spare~ I talk one girl on my spare. We found some guys who don't hang out with the preps on my spare to talk to. The best part is that they were in the library, rather than the cafe, like everyone else on spare was doing. So today we talked while the guys worked on their homework (I laugh at those who have bigger assignments on the first day of school).
Lunch~ There are people on my lunch again. We moved to the second half of the cafe this year, so we are in the glass part, with the two tvs (not including the announcement one). Someone is bringing cards tomorrow so we have something to do. I might find a deck for spare.
Math~ Functions, boring so far. Nire sits next to me. The teacher made a few mistakes when writing down the equation, I noticed them right away, pointed them out to Nire, and silently laughed when she got to the end and said that the wrong answer was the answer. Then I was silently laughing again when Nire had to point out the mistake, realizing that I would sit there laughing silently at the class who can't remember antything. Then one of the other guys in my class had to point out an adding mistake. Plus tomorrow there is a test on everything from grade 11, of which I remember nothing so good-bye chance at having a good starting grade.
Peace and Politics~ I sit at the back of the room with Ski. She was sitting with one of the guys from my spare, and the guy behind them was sitting by himself, so he moved up so we could sit together. We discussed what we would learn and what movies we may watch, while I was counting down the minutes until the end of class.
Now I'm staying up so I can finish backing up the new computer that I set up today. So tomorrow is another day, and hopefully less boring.
Monday, September 1, 2008
My Family Holds a Back to School BBQ
Right know I'm inside and am suppose to help entertain the kids who are visiting with their parents. So what do I do to entertain them? Pull out the PS2, some video games, have my brother set them up and say have fun. Now I'm debating whether or not to go over to my neighbour's house, grabbing my video games and seeing if I can steal a second control. For now I'm surviving and may live through the night to see scholl tomorrow.
Until later
~Flying Flower Fantasy
Until later
~Flying Flower Fantasy
Friday, August 29, 2008
School Again
On Tuesday, school starts again. It shall be my last year of high school. It feels weird knowing that I will be spending my Christmas break applying to universities. Even just searching for the program I want at different schools feels weird. Of course being in grade twelve means I only have six classes through out the entire year. My first semester is going to be quite annoying though.
First Semester:
~English
~Spare
~Lunch
~Functions (I had to take this so I could get into the calculus course 8(, meaning no choice)
~Peace and Politics (Mandatory class, I choose this one out of the two cause it seemed better, plus it was the highest level of the class you can take)
So basically I have a class, about a two hour break, two classes then I get to go home. I was really hoping for late lunch withg a last period spare so I could take the city bus (or drive if I ever get my license) home at 12:15, but of course it didn't work out that way. I have no clue if anyone I talk to is on spare with me. Nire and Eel have the same lunch, and Eel is in my last class and Nire is switching to it (making up some excuse so they don't question why she is switching back). Nire has already switched out of my english class for the teacher she likes better. I'm stuck with some new teacher. I have yet to have the same english teacher twice, although the grade 11 english I had has taught me before in a different class.
The teacher that I wanted for peace and politics (the one who was suppose to be teaching the class) isn't which bugs my, instead of a good, yet laid back teacher I have one who isn't the greatest and these are the marks that the universities will be looking at since it is part of my first semester. I wish I had it second, but the teacher for that one also isn't the greatest, although igt would be worth it so my 90% (thank goodness for exams) would be seen.
Although Nire is trying to convince me to change over into her english class, I need mine first semester for a better grade. Math will kill me, I may be able to do well in the subject but I hate it anyway. It is boring to sit through.
Next semester will probably be just as bad, I have Data, Calculus, and Accounting (which I can probably sleep through again) but with my luck I will have the to maths back to back, which will cause me to go crazy. At least Nire will be in most my classes second semester.
First Semester:
~English
~Spare
~Lunch
~Functions (I had to take this so I could get into the calculus course 8(, meaning no choice)
~Peace and Politics (Mandatory class, I choose this one out of the two cause it seemed better, plus it was the highest level of the class you can take)
So basically I have a class, about a two hour break, two classes then I get to go home. I was really hoping for late lunch withg a last period spare so I could take the city bus (or drive if I ever get my license) home at 12:15, but of course it didn't work out that way. I have no clue if anyone I talk to is on spare with me. Nire and Eel have the same lunch, and Eel is in my last class and Nire is switching to it (making up some excuse so they don't question why she is switching back). Nire has already switched out of my english class for the teacher she likes better. I'm stuck with some new teacher. I have yet to have the same english teacher twice, although the grade 11 english I had has taught me before in a different class.
The teacher that I wanted for peace and politics (the one who was suppose to be teaching the class) isn't which bugs my, instead of a good, yet laid back teacher I have one who isn't the greatest and these are the marks that the universities will be looking at since it is part of my first semester. I wish I had it second, but the teacher for that one also isn't the greatest, although igt would be worth it so my 90% (thank goodness for exams) would be seen.
Although Nire is trying to convince me to change over into her english class, I need mine first semester for a better grade. Math will kill me, I may be able to do well in the subject but I hate it anyway. It is boring to sit through.
Next semester will probably be just as bad, I have Data, Calculus, and Accounting (which I can probably sleep through again) but with my luck I will have the to maths back to back, which will cause me to go crazy. At least Nire will be in most my classes second semester.
Tuesday, August 26, 2008
Quick Post
Quick post because I just realized how much of a baby my sister can be. Again she called me in to move the cat. No problem with the cat, except the cat will try to attack her when she goes to move the cat from her bed. The cat can't do much, all she has is claws and teeth. So she calls me for this simple task. What do I do??? I reach around avoiding claws and teeth (which really don't hurt much if she doesn't get you properly), to pet the cat behind the ears. The cat calms done longer enough that you can pick her up, and all she will try to do is push away so she can get down. Can my sister do this???? No. According to her the cat doesn't like her and will attack, even though the cat will attack anyone who tries to move her from where she is sleeping.
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