January 26, 2011
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Excitement of the day
So, I went into today being pretty happy. I’m a second semester Senior, and the reality is really hitting me that I have about 4 months of school left. I was smiling up a storm because of that.
Also, Greg came back to school today. He was supposed to stay for a partial day, but since we ended up leaving early due to an early dismissal (related to the tons of snow) he just stayed for the whole day. I ran into him a couple of times. So, it was nice to see him even though it’s hard to explain how he’s kinda different at school. Even though we’re not dating…he hates PDA and is afraid of people in some sense so that probably explains why he wasn’t as friendly or whatever thing you want to call it.
I had precalc first today. UGH. We’re reviewing Algebra II for ALL OF 3rd Quarter. I have to pay attention because that’s how I am with math, but I’m going to be bored OUT OF MY MIND. Oh well. That’s my life I guess.
Then I had advanced art. My art class this semester is HUGE. I’m surprised. When I took the class you have to take before you qualify for Adv. Art I was in a class of literally 8 people. There’s probably about 20ish people in this class. It’s ok though. I’ll make it work somehow, I guess. I’m really excited though because we’re going straight into oil painting. I’m by no means a great artist, but I really like working with oil paints. If I must paint…then it will be with oil paints. I’m picky. Sometimes I like painting and sometimes I don’t. But either way if I paint it will be with oil paints. And I’ve definitely found that I really suck at pencil drawings now. I don’t like dealing with them anymore. I’m just used to (and I prefer) working with color.
Before I tell what happened during my free, I want to give some back story.
I’ve actually been doing some thinking about things. Last year around this time I took the placement test to try to get into the AP Literature and Composition class. I found out in about May that I wasn’t accepted into the program, but when we talked to one of the people from the English department I could have probably appealed and still been put into the class. But the problem was that my scores were slightly lower than they were supposed to be to get into the class. By slightly lower I mean only 1 section lower. If I remember correctly, for example, my grammar score was a 4 out of 6 when it is technically supposed to be a 5 or 6 out of 6 to qualify. I still could have taken AP Language and Composition, though. For God knows what reason a person can qualify for that class by just having a B+ or better in American Lit. There were a couple of reasons I did not take that class, though. When I spoke to the English teacher about it I told her that I’m not good at writing essays in timed constraints. Apparently that is a big part of the AP class/the exam. I figured it was for the best that I just not take it. Then I had the job at Robeks and definitely would not have been able to take on an AP while having an asshole demanding boss who demanded hours on a whim…
Anyway, recently I found out that the people in AP Language study MODERNIST/POST MODERN etc writing that kind of picks up where our American Lit class left off. I was SO mad. American Lit was fine, but I wanted to go further with the stuff we learned at the end of the year; unfortunately we didn’t
.Fast forward to the end of first semester. I’ve gotten most of my exam grades back. I got an A for my math exam and an A for the semester, an A in Law and Gov, and an A/A- in Brit Lit. As I reflect on the semester that just went by I realized how little work I’ve actually done. Or rather how I’ve done all that’s expected of me, but I want more. I haven’t really been challenged by the classes I want to be challenged by. Mostly, that means English. I should have just taken AP Language instead of being afraid it was going to be overwhelming or something. ICK.
Moving on!
Now back to what I was saying.
Usually, during my frees I go to a specific room in my school that has couches and is all around cozy or whatever. Sometimes, however, my school hates me and decides to close said room. Today was, unfortunately, one of those days. Instead, my friend Caitlin and I walked around the school. I ran into my English teacher from last semester. While Caitlin did whatever on the computer I chatted with my former teacher about English-y stuff. A long time ago I heard something along the lines of “you know it’s a good conversation when you don’t quite remember what you talked about”. I would definitely apply that to the conversation we had. We talked about books we’ve read. I think I mentioned the 5 or so books that are on my to-read list. I mentioned to her about the fact that I really enjoyed Brit Lit, but hated that I wasn’t really challenged. To say the least, we had a pretty decent conversation.
The conversation is not what I wanted to highlight, though. Something she offered to me, is.
What I do want to say is that she mentioned I should come into her AP Lit class. She even welcomed me to potentially do it for pass/fail credit. Unfortunately, I have reading and study skills that period. I told her that and she still made it sound like I could try to get permission to come into her class.
Basically, I could go into the AP CLASS THAT I ORIGINALLY WANTED TO GO INTO, potentially (most likely) for credit!
I rushed to my guidance counselor, waited for a LONG-FRICKIN’-TIME because it’s the beginning of the quarter/semester and everyone is there, and talked to her about it. She emailed my English teacher (the one I referred to above) and my reading and study skills teacher. So, assuming that my guidance counselor gets a quick reply…I’ll hopefully be able to switch out of boring-as-hell/ not-even-technically-a-class reading and study skills into something more interesting.
Anyway, after that I went to lunch, kinda and went to World Lit Seminar and then went home.
And here I am, being lazy and all that. I guess that’s how I spend my day. I keep getting distracted otherwise my blogs would not take 4 hours to write (or however long I have been writing this on and off). Maybe I’ll read a little bit later.
