Technical School and Then Social School on my Side Of the Spectrum.

Okay
1st off I'll admit I'm not much motivated to write right now.
But,
blogging has proven to be the chicken soup to my flu.
the band-aid to my little slivers in life.
and I think it's time to put some observations out there.

Part I
So we begin:
'Twas the first day of school today.
really excited for english (more than any other class :) NO JOKE!)
mostly because it sounds like writing, opinions, reading, more writing,vocabulary, and more writing.
and you think, "Sara, that sounds like work. hard work. everyone knows you aren't that great with that, or responsibility for that matter."
[Okay that's probably what my family is thinking,but in case others think the same way..]
Well I'll have you know,
I adore english.
Even more than that,
I adore creative writing.
And I don't expect the class to be a breeze, but I do expect to have a firking great time in the first class of my day.

and second hour. Mr. Burmesch.
pretty cool.
not into physical science stuff, I don't think- but we'll see.

Guitard and Keyboard.
semi-excited.
I haven't gone yet, I'll go tomorrow.
I hope we do guitar first; or I won't be psyched anymore.

Civical.
Ermm.
Lately with the elections I've been wanting to know more stuff about the political platforms. the healthcare, foriegn policy experience, the financial stuff and all the oil drilling buzz has me feeling out of the loop. So I'm eager to learn about that stuff, as wierd as that seemss....
I just wish I had a more... pleasant....teacher??
I shouldn't say that, but I've just heard some nasty things about her and I guess I'm scared.
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Blue Gold/ Gym

blue gold = pretty cool.
gym= Not cool. At all. GAG me.
I have sawall, again.
I'm not a fit person. I dance. i don't run.
I don't kick around balls.
I don't play duck duck goose.
I don't run. (Or did I already say that?)
I don't move to anything thats not music.
I DANCE.
that's it.
and not square or electric slide.
*rolls eyes*

lunch with robert.

concert choir
is not going to be fun.
I'm alone.
:

algebra
hasn't given me a really great impression.
mrs. kempe sounds cool and all,
but when the first paper you give me is a test?
Sorry, Darling, no matter how sweet you go about it,
WE AIN'T ON THE RIGHT FOOT.
I couldn't pay attention at all.
I was crashing hard cause of the caffiene I sucked down.
ughh.
not a good start. at all.

andd eighth,,,,
Teens Today.
I'm not sure about it.
the way she talks still bothers me.



Part II
ermm kay.
so I noticed a couple of things today, that kind of puts my inner turmoil to rest.

everybody was trying to be different.
(the fad-twin sluts weren't dressed in gear similar to mine so that was settling.)
Just looking around homeroom, you could almost smell the bottles of dye used.
me included.
everybody wore their most charasmatic t-shirts.
everybody got their hair cut.
everybody tried so hard to be different,
and the most beautiful thing about it is,
even though everybody thought everybody else was rippin' on their style,
me included,
everybody was different.

socially,
today was NOT boring.
Like I said, it was really refreshing to know I wasn't the only one trying to find my style.
you know,
the look that fits me.

*sighhs.*

kayy.
watching the republican national convention.
[although I'd prefer to
BARACK YOU LIKE A HURRICANEE!]