1/12/12

Post-break school sucks. It's like an academic hangover of sorts. Yeah. Anyway, in Biology, I explained that stem cells are necessary for cures of diseases, even if it destroys embryos. Lack of sympathy for these embryos makes it destiny that I will definitely never have children. In English, we brushed up on our Joseph Conrad. I argued my teacher on the subject of English romantic comedies, and how they suck (they totally freaking do). Algebra 2 is a math class. I have never liked math. Ergo, nothing of note. American History once again found me arguing for the most radical viewpoint possible circa 1933, and winning. My smug. self-satisfied ego was stroked once again by inferior debate opposition. Spanish 3 was notes, notes, notes. Finals are tough, so I'll be studying! ......stop your laughing. Really. I will.

SSDD 12/22/11

The lack of break has almost been relinquished! A happy 2 weeks of eating, drinking, and being merry is on the precipice, but I must finish strong. Thursday was no exception. In Bio, I did my best to explain that stem cell research isn't immoral or wrong, and earn high marks from my teacher on my impeccable skills of arguing and making people mad whilst arguing. In English I watched a movie. BIG DEAL, I know. Algebra was an arduous process of listening to the teacher's shitty jokes and factoring. Yes Dad, there are reasons why I hate math. In American History I ardently took notes on the Roaring Twenties and laughed it up with my fuzzball Josh. Also I'm Han Solo. Finally, Spanish 3 was the self-esteem boost of the teacher complimenting me on my Spanish accent. Helps to be Italian I guess. Also the Univision broadcasts help me pick up Spanish. Like "GOOOOOL". Especially that. I'm just really ecstatic that the grind of high school is almost over for the year. Oh, woe is me. To Friday!

SSDD 12/20/11 (belated)

Okay, so I was sick on Tuesday, and couldn't write this. Sue me. After sleeping away my illness today, the blog must go on. Something like that. I'm still kinda foggy on Tuesday's workload. I've been working on busy work the past week for Algebra 2 and Spanish, even though it's not culminating into anything at the end of the week. American History was another affair of note-taking between Powerpoint slides and movie guides. No deviation of engagement in that class doesn't bother me anyway. Considering we've been watching a movie in English, not a bad way to spend a pre-holiday school week. The only thing that's been bothering me this week is why the school board couldn't at least give the students Friday off, especially kids that have to get to family that live in faraway places. Starting the break on freaking Christmas Eve is not doing any favors. Honestly it's just a tedious week for both faculty and student. Heights as a whole is just focused on getting the hell out of there come 3:33 Friday afternoon. Clear as day why the teachers aren't exactly loading us with 10-page papers on chaos theory. Let's just get this week over with. Tempus hac educatione.

SSDD 12/19/11

The week before Christmas break. A time many students know as the "WHY THE HELL WON'T THIS WEEK GO FASTER" time.  Lack of interest in classes leaves many a kid bored out of their skulls during this week, but I prefer to be more positive, and think it'll all be worth the time spent banging your brain against a desk crying for euthanasia. Day 1 was pretty uneventful, to be honest. In Biology, we reviewed how cells grow and divide. Primo stuff right here. Unsurprisingly, the Great and Powerful Eli got all the questions on the practice test right. I mean, the Humble and Lazy Eli, amirite? English also didn't keep me riveted with defining words and going over All Quiet on the Western Front. Thankfully, my friends in the class are hilarious and stall the teacher whenever necessary. Algebra 2 after that. It feels like that class is 50 hours instead of 50 minutes. I got busy work on Factoring and promptly after wishing for sub-Antarctic temperatures to suddenly strike Cleveland. A guy can dream, eh? 5th period is Sports Management. Best class of the day. Take notes, watch sports, take notes OF sports, and laugh at senioritis afflicted teens. Great stuff. American History after that. I love this class, even with all the note-taking, because of the teacher. He's a riot, making fun of Republicans (especially Kasich), telling tales about how his family was an Italian mob, rose up to overthrow the Jewish Empire, ridiculous shit like that. Best part is, it's my favorite subject! Watched a movie about the 20s and took notes. Finally, (ugh), Spanish 3. I like the people in my clase de Espanol. I like Spain and Argentina and Mexico and Uruguay. I loooooooove futbol (big surprise). But the teacher? My teacher is disliked by me, and by the class. Even worse are her hand-picked subs. When you've got my class wishing for the regular teacher back after a day of lobotomy-inducing, ear-grinding crap, you know things are bad. We reviewed Spanish. Then I left Heights High. So I got work done, and was generally disinterested, productive, talkative, and really hoping for a minor second coming of the Ice Age.