Have no fear, I am here!
Yeoooo! Man oh man, It's been a MONTH!.. and two days, oops! I cannot believe it's been so long, this month has passed so fast, I can't believe it.
Well, for starters, I haven't died, or been in a coma, or anything related to that. I've had school.... BLAH! Don't get me wrong, I am completely in LOVE with most of my classes, I'm just not so incredibly in love with all of my classmates- big difference, no? My first hour is filled with the most obnoxious and unaware people possibly in the state of Wisconsin. I'm in a Sophmore class with one? two? THREE?
Nope.
8 JUNIORS.
Yeah, Eight people, who failed to pass a class I should have taken last year. For Wisconsin being the leader of public education, I'd have to say my school might be.... slacking? We'll see!
My second hours really cool, it's a world issues class, so all of us have a pretty good time stating our opinions. The teachers pretty cool too. She cares about all of us and is definitely willing to help us out no matter what.
Third hour is my art class.... Can't lie, I definitely don't belong there. I don't have an artistic bone in my entire body... Not even my cartilage is artistic, nada. The advisor is pretty cool, but sometimes it's like she doesn't... care. I know I'm in high school now and I have to take charge and ask for help and so on and so forth, but sometimes it's like, give a dog a friggin bone, lady! You obviously know I don't know what I'm doing, try to care, just a little at least.
4th is by far better than I expected! She even called my father to express how much effort I put forth into the class! I didn't do well at all in the class last year, and now I'm doing, really, really well. I can't express how much a passionate teacher compared to one that just knows the cirriculum changes the outlook on the class! I'm so happy to have mon prof back!
5th hour is fun as I had expected. I like a lot of the people in the class... and that might be the problem. I keep talking..!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! At first I thought it was the other people's fault for talking to me... But then I realized that, well, I talk, a lot. Not even a lot, too much! I really need to buckle down, there's no reason that I should get less than an A in the class, no excuses, whatsoever. Anyone know some good nationwide tutoring? E-mail Me, PLEASE, mvp939@hotmail.com.
6th hour is BY FAR the most fun class I'll have this semester. The people in the class are SO inredible, and the teacher is hands on when she needs to be, but she can also definitely just sit back and let us do our own work. I really want to take the second class that continues after this one... It's 5th hour though! That means instead of Gym 3rd hour next semester I'd have to change that with English, Take this class hour 5, and exchange the study hall I had with gym... or switch around some other classes, I don't know! It's getting crazy trying to think about it. I tell myself it's a great class, and the people are awesome, but I also love the other classes and the people that I'm in there with, it's such a hard decision to make.
Anyway, back to the schedule. 7th hour is pretty good. I thought it would be one of my worst subjects, but surprisingly, I'm doing better than I thought. The teacher, however, is kind of.. boring? She's pretty monotoned, and she's pregnant- hormones anyone?!
And another thing- my guidance counselor! She's awesome, I've only seen her a once so far, but I still have to talk to her on Tuesday to explain the situation of dropping study hall and picking up AII. Hopefully she'll help me figure out all of my priorities and see what I really want to do, not just what I think is expected of me. I guess it all goes back to the college thing. They want you to be EVERYTHING. A good student, athlete, philanthropist, astronaut?! I have no idea how my peers do it... I just can't seem to find incentive to think, "M, you want this more than you need it, think of what you can have if you finish this essay tonight instead of at lunch" I just don't know what to do right now... Hopefully the high school experience can help me find the place I have in this world.
That's one thing that I'll never question- my place in this world. I'm told on a daily basis by God the Father that I have a special place in this world, no questions asked. I find it comforting that when I make mistakes, big or microscopic, he'll love me just the same as he did before I was alive. God has helped me through so much this past summer, I can't stress how many times I've asked for strength to get through another hour of this or one more day of that. He's been there every step of the way, and it will never change. My love for the Father strengthens every day because I know that he can help me with more than I can even contemplate. Sometimes it feels dumb to me, but if I worry about a test, or losing something that's important to me or my family, I say a silent prayer that God will show me the right thing to do, or help me with a tight situation. Many people only think of prayer as something bible thumpers do before dinner or bedside. That's completely wrong, everyone can pray, no matter age, color, gender, sexual orientation, anything. Prayer may be in any length or tongue; it does not discriminate; and while it may not answer back orally, it will, in time, be answered. Even if nothing will ever seem to go my way, I know God will always be there to guide and protect me, it's guarenteed. No matter your religion (or lack thereof), hopefully you have the same sense of security that something higher than yourself can protect you at his own will.
On that note, it's time for bed.
On Wisconsin! BEAT OSU!
Happy life~
M
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