Hey looks an update!
Psych!
Felt like I needed an update. But, the writing isn’t coming to me right now.
- Location:basement
- Mood:
happy - Music:paramore
I feel like if I make my titles long and weird enough, I’m not much closer to becoming a member of Fall Out Boy. You never know when one of them is just going to get pissed and quit. Plus, if I’m in a tight circle with Pete, that means I get to meet Ashlee, who I also really like musically :)
Anyway, onto life…
So I started re-listening to Ashlee Simpson again. Don’t know why she gets a bad rep for her music, it’s good. Personal favorites: Lala, I am Me, Boyfriend, L.O.V.E., Out of My Head, Beautifully Broken…well pretty much take anything from the I am Me album haha.
I also got new glasses, so the world is suddenly clear again to me. Thank gooseness for that, because I was having real issue school wise. The day before I got them my Math teacher decided to move me to the back of the room, which is yet another reason to prove that she hates me…more on that later. Anyway, they’re way different from my old ones, and look way better in my opinions. My old ones had darker outside frames, and totally washed me out, not one of my better decisions.
I totally had a meltdown earlier this week, another example of me being a complete space case. So we have these giant, five subject, notebook for Human Geo, which are 20% of my grade per unit, and also my study tool for my AP exam, AND ALSO what we put pretty much all our work in. So, I thought I left it in my locker when I left school on Friday, and come Tuesday, when I went to go and get it, it wasn’t in my locker and I completely freaked out. Thinking that someone broke in and stole it,
(God knows WHY anyone would steal and notebook and leave everything else but whatever)
but today I had sort of a Flashback of Ms. Conway handing it back to me after Grading it,
(19 out of 20, that annoyed me I got too used to Kisla last year who would have given me 25 out of 20 haha)
and me never putting it back in my bag. So I went to my teacher today, asked if she had it, and she did. One of the biggest reliefs of my live, I swear to you.
I am also convinced that my Math teacher hates me. So last, Tuesday we were doing this warm up problem in Geometry, and there was a symbol there that I didn’t know what it stood for. So the natural response is for me to ask my neighbor, I ask, he doesn’t know. So, the next step in my problem solving, math mind, is to ask my teacher. I raise my hand,
“Could you please tell me what that symbol means?”
her,
“Ask a friend.”
Me,
“Um…I already did.”
Her,
“Ask another one.”
So, this just made me really mad. I wasn’t asking her to tell me the answer or anything. I was asking for help, I was asking so I could find out the answer. Why the hell was she telling me to “ask a friend” like I was being a rude, smart ass, trying to be lazy. So I asked, the person next to me who knew, thankfully. But, that was still I think the most annoying answer a teacher has ever given me.
So then on Wednesday I have her class again. And normally when she asks someone if they have an answer, she tells them whether they got it right or wrong, and then she asks them to explain the process they went through to get it. So, after three people didn’t answer her, she finally calls on me, I give her my answer,
“60, and 120, right?”
her,
“I don’t know, let’s see.” In super monotone voice. Since DAY ONE she has run that system of “Yes you got it right, tell us how you got it!” me, “yeah maybe, let me explain it”. The dumbest most annoying part of it, she explained it, and my answer was right. WHY COULDN’T SHE SAY THAT.
In conclusion, my Math teacher hates me. And she officially sucks, and hate her guts. Blah.
In other news, really excited to see everyone this weekend! I feel like we haven’t done an all of us, all out thing in a long time. Because last weekend Dora wasn’t able to come, so I really miss her~
Also, next week, Zac, Stephanie, and I made plans to go to the Library, and Dora and Grace might be there! So the middle of the week reuinion. I’m hoping to make it a weekly thing, so I can get good books, and see my friends more often.
And finally, Stephanie just called. Apparently our Varisty Football team won tonight. Go Lambkins!
- Mood:
tired
I feel like updating again, because now I feel like I have a better hold on how I like classes, and how my schedule works and such…and in more detail. Because my first update wasn’t very detailed. So here we go~
Period 1 AP Human Geography
Scary. Ass. Class. She started out by telling us that most of us who worked at our A level last year, and worked at that same level will only get a B. That we’ll probably have at least an hour of homework and every night. Ms. Conway my teacher, seems kind of cool to me, but I know her class is going to be seriously tough.
She told us that we should go home and watch South Park because it relates a lot to Human Geography, she said that she used to watch it with her son, then he turned two and started saying back things to his Grandparents and they had to stop. This story, made me like High School very much.
I also had this class with Nerissa, yahoo someone I know! But she’s switching, boo Nerissa….so I get to be stuck in this class alone. Hopefully I’ll make friends, there was some boys next to me that I talked to today. Maybe, I’ll end up hanging out with them.
Period 2 Critical Skills
I have a feeling this class is going to be very boring. So far we’ve covered that we have to do a job shadow, cyber bullying, and we took a test on expectations in her classroom. I like this teacher though, she told us that participation wasn’t required and that there will be no homework. All hail Ms. Kappell!
I also have this period with Emily Hanks and Grace Bennett, and even though just saying her name makes me sad, it’s also nice to have some familiar faces.
Period 3 Off
So far three people I actually like, and know, have this off period with me. Megan Rowlett, Camille Long, and Kayla Clark. We all usually hang out in the Library, with Megan actually doing work and not talking. And the rest of us who are doing work AND talking. But we’re not really working that hard.
It’s kind of boring though on block days, because I have an hour and a half off period, and then an hour lunch. Something tells me later in the school year I’ll actually have stuff to do to fill up this time, but for now…not so much, and it’s really boring.
Period 4 Lunch/Sophomore Seminar/ Guided Study
Okay we seriously have like THE MOST messed up schedule. EVER. We have Monday, Tuesdays, and Fridays, with all our classes. Then on Wednesdays, and Thursdays we have block classes. And on Wednesday I have my Sophomore Seminar/ Guided study classes on my fourth period before lunch, and on Thursdays I don’t. Dumb and confusing, I really hate it. Anyway…
Sophomore Seminar I heard is like the cheerleader class. Where it’s like “Welcome to Collins, blah blah blah. Don’t drop out, blah blah blah” I only have it once a week, and I don’t really like anyone in the class. All we’ve done so far is a scavenger hunt around the school. Which had questions like, “Where is the counseling office? Where’s the athletic hall? Blah blah blah”
And guided study is exactly the opposite of cheerleader class, it’s where some lady looks up to see what assignments you’re missing, and what you have to do to get grades up. And of course I’m missing part of my lunch for these stupid class. Blah. Dumb.
Period 5 German
There’s only one other sophomore in this class. So chances are we’re going to be friends, her name is Claire, she cracks me up, and we probably would have ended up en route to becoming friends even if we WEREN’T the only Sophomores. So that’s cool.
I don’t really like the teacher, she’s old, and scatter brained, and she talks too fast and makes us do dumb things. Like she made us say a poem and sing a song today. What the heck? There’s also this guy that says really obnoxious things that are kind of funny. He took German 1 failed it, then took German 2 and failed it. So he’s back in German 2 again. When asked if he was a senior he replied, “Was supposed to be. But I was held back in Sophomore year because I failed everything. But I am NOT stupid.” He’s mildly hilarious.
Period 6 English
Love this class. It’s probably my favorite, because the people in it are amazing and funny. The teacher in it is totally relax and cool. And I have Stephanie and Camille in class me. I also got extra credit for knowing everyone’s name, alone with a sticker. I put it on my pencil pouch, because it’s amazing.
Period 7 Earth System Sciences
This is a science class, which means that every time I walk through the door, a little bit of my soul dies. I detest science classes with every fiber of my being. I’m probably going to end up friendless in this class. Because I’m unresponsive and in a bad mood every time I step food in this godforsaken place. It’s totally Mrs. Fremaint’s fault that I hate science, she killed my enthusiasm. Every time someone tries to talk to me in that class, I give them a dirty look and don’t answer.
Period 8 Math
This teacher is cool. It’s her first year teaching and the first day she told us about how she and her friends made a giant sixty foot slip and slide. They used painter’s tarp, and they lead it all the way down a hill into the parking lot, which she later told us was bad planning, because they ended up hitting cars and trash cans. But she told us that they ran water down it, and they covered themselves with dish soap, and then slipped down it, she also pointed to a hill that she us was really fun to launch themselves off of. And even thought they were sore for like two weeks. It was awesome.
She kind of moves really fast when it comes to the curriculum, but it’s easy math so it’s not really that much of an issue. We also have two guys in our class, one is Carlton Tuttle, Lucy Tuttle’s older brother. They’re in the same class, I feel bad for her, but he’s funny.
And that’s a summary of my classes, and the only people in it I care about. Looking forward to glow golf……!
- Mood: tired
- Music:Paramore-Ignorance
Had my first day of High School today, and I think it went really well. I didn’t get lost, at all. And there was someone I knew in every single one of my classes, even if I don’t know them that well, maybe we’ll become better friends before the semester ends.
So, the first day was also really boring. Instead of telling us about the Syllabus and all that fun academic stuff, we had to learn about life as a lambkin, in simple steps. Which pretty much meant that period 1, they talked about the dress code, period 2, they talked about tardy policies, period 3, they talked about traditions blah blah blah.
The bad news, the halls were crazy full. Like packed to the maximum, impossible to maneuver through full. And this was only 600 people, tomorrow, 1,000 more are going to be added to the mix. Luckily, I have found alternate routes other than Remington, or the main hall, to find my way to class. Such as secret stairwells, and the catwalks.
Lunch was crazy packed too, I brought my lunch from home because I thought the lines would be long, and I was right. Hayley left to go get her lunch and it was probably 20 minutes later that she returned…her food did look good though, I must admit. I even heard that some kids, had to bring food to their next class because they didn’t finish, and once again, tomorrow is going to be even worse.
I did have one class that totally freaked me out, and that was AP Human Geo. I’m probably going to regret ever signing up for a college level class. The teacher started out by telling us that we would need a FIVE SUBJECT NOTEBOOK, and telling us that we would be filling the whole thing. She also informed us, that most of us who got A’s last year, would probably not be getting them this year. (Insert Big sigh here)
But I have one class with Stephanie, and I might get Human Geo with her too, because ended up signing for the dumb one, and she was scared because apparently her class was full of a bunch of behavior deficient kids, or according to her teacher. You know your class is bad when your teacher openly admits it. So crossing fingers…
Overall I really love Fort. Collins High School. I love all of it in it’s entirety even though I’ve only spent about 8 hours or so there. The only problem? Dora, Emily, and Grace aren’t there to celebrate the amazingness of Collins with me. Bright side: Maybe they’ll all hate Fossil so much, that they’ll come to Collins next year. J
- Mood:
optimistic - Music:Dog's barking
I repeat: TONIGHT I HAD AN EPIPHANY.
Had it doing something strange too, watching a chick-flick called Confessions of a Shopaholic. I had only watched 4 minutes of it, when the idea struck me. As in, slapped me in the face, shouted in my ear with a megaphone, blew an air horn, rented a blimp and placed it in the sky in big letters, struck me. It is the epiphany of all epiphanies. Or just a really awesome one, give or take.
So, back peddling, the story starts in typical chick flick passion, attractive girl narrates life with a sad past that somehow got her to where she is today. This one in particular, happened to be a journalist. My thoughts were, “Cool. That’s what I want to be. This movie just got way more respect than it had initially.” It goes into the fact that she is obsessed with stores, and clothes, buying things. But, at her job she writes about Gardens. It then goes on later that she has an interview with this Fashion magazine, and she goes on about how she’s wanted to work at this magazine since she was 14, and how she loves fashion and writing, and that’s what she always wanted to be.
It was then that the aforementioned epiphany struck.
I want to be a journalist. I live and breathe writing. I get bored, I need to sort out emotions, I need to express something, I write it out. Probably explains my addiction to writing status updates on Twitter. I never had any idea what I wanted to write FOR though.
My main two thoughts were always newspaper or magazine. But, the question with newspapers was always what column/section should I write for? Do I write for sports? Do I write advice? Do I get a column where I have to come up with creative ideas to write for? And how often do I have to write for? I am practically the definition of procrastinating, and having to write several different creative, witty, and enjoyable pieces, over three times a week, would be exhausting and probably beyond my capability.
Magazines, I found out in this epiphany of mine, are the way to go. But still the question remained, what do I write ABOUT? There are all sorts of types of magazines out there, and honestly I would probably kill myself if I had to write for Seventeen or Glamour. Although, and I say this in the strictest confidence to the entirety of Live Journal, I do enjoy perusing them every once in a blue moon.
Then I remembered, (insert light bulb flickering on here), what was my first dream? What is the one thing in this world that I love more than writing? MUSIC.
Music is something that I have grown up with, and most likely the only thing that bonds to my Dad. I have an obsession, I honestly can just sit there, listening to music, doing nothing else, and not be bored. I love it, I love talking about music, I love listening to it, I love recommending it, I love searching for it. I decided, why not to blend the two together.
Lauren’s Future Career: Music Journalist.
Bada-bing. Bada-boom. There it is ladies and gentleman, the epiphany that may make my life someday very satisfying. Even found a magazine I might want to write for, it’s called Alternative Press. Read a Q & A about what is expected to get a job there, and the answers that were given where awesome. Here is my favorite:
"Is there anything else you would like to say to our readers?
Keep your knee-jerk reactions to a minimum, whether it’s about bands or world affairs. Only make sweeping generalizations about things in which you are an expert. Keep an open mind, but not at both ends. Feel sorry for people who like Matchbox 20 and Nickelback, because you know a part of them has died."
The actual magazine Url is here: http://www.altpress.com/
And the awesome Q & A is here if anyone wants to check it out: http://www.altpress.com/faqs/1.htm
Until next entry~
- Mood:
ecstatic
Dear World,
If you find my summer, please tell it to come back. And this time, have it not go so fast.
Bah! I cannot believe that School starts in less than a week. Although I am excited at the prospect of starting High School, I am not excited about the stress that comes with School in general, and speaking as I’ve moved up a grade, it’s bound to get harder than I’ve ever known it.
On the one side, I’m really excited for Collins. I had Orientation today, and despite the cheesy, “getting to know your fellow classmates” games that I really hate, I really found myself falling in love with the school, and the freedom of it. And the added bonus that I noticed today in my schedule that I have an off period and hardly anyone else I know does. I get a break from classroom action in my schedule where I get to go chill in the library and do whatever for 55 minutes, heck yes!
On the other side, High School is freaking scary. It means that I’m on my way to becoming an adult in three short years. Then I’ll be in College (hopefully). I feel like I’m not old enough to be that old yet, if that made sense. And, not to mention that three of my best buds are not coming to Collins with me, which makes me totally sad that I don’t get to see them every day. Not to mention they awesome stress that comes from tests, and homework. Hooray for school. Not.
Overall I think I have mixed feelings of starting High School this coming Monday. This probably explains why I had the sudden inclination of actually writing something down in my Live Journal. Maybe, this year, I’ll actually have some incentive to come and puke out all my feeling and anecdotes of my days, and it’ll seem just a little bit less stressful. For some reason writing down fears and anxieties for complete strangers to read about, makes my troubles seem so much more trivial for some reason. J
Until next entry~
- Mood:
blah
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