This is currently being written in journalism class. We do NOTHING here, which is great. I have friends who're taking AP Psychology or Macroeconomics or something equally ridiculous as their elective. That's ther problem. I'm successfully equpped ith one do-nothing class, convientetly timed so that i almost never do my AP Environmental Sciences homework at home. In fact the only homework I ever do at home is math, because I have that first thing in the morning, and if we turn it in after the late bell, we get a zero, so I don't eally get much of an opportunity do it in class.
I don't even see why I bother with this. I know that no one ever reads it, even the five friends that follow it. Maybe because I'm holding out hope that one day I'll be a famous blogger, and my opinion in matters of national importance will be sought. But that's bull. I just think I persist because I want to make someone laugh with all my ridiculous antics, and also becuase I'm excellent at rambling.
Ramble,ramble,ramble.
See?
I spend most of my time in this class working on my story, which I haven't worked in in earnest in almost two years. I'm actually pretty proud of myself. I'm planning on finishing by the end of next year, and getting it published before I graduate. I know it's never going to happen, because I'm lazy and a procrastinator, and have an utter inability to meet deadlines (like most authors) but at least I'm setting goals for myself instead of sitting on my ass all day, like I usually do.
Well, I'm still siting on my ass all day. School and stuff. Figuritively speaking.
Sophomore year is easily the worst year of high school. Self-esteem wise. Work wise, Junior year. But anyway, Freshman year, it's like, "WOO. I'm starting high school." Junior year, "WOO. I'm an upperclassman." Senior year, "WOO. Getting out of this hellhole." Sophomore year, "Okay, not a freshman." Sophomore year doesn't have the woo factor. I'm trying to woo it up, but there's really only so much I can do. I mean, this is school.
I should probably get to my AP Enviro homework, even though she told us we could turn it in tomorrow.
Carbon footprint, here I come.
Christy
