Friday, August 28, 2009

Freshmen GONE WILD!

Today was the official Freshmen dance. You know where a bunch of crazy teens come together and start dancing with loud music, flashy lights and other stuff that I absolutely despise. My mom had bought me a ticket mainly because my friend Emily was going. Curse you Emily!*JK*

The hours before the party I was absolutely not looking forward to. I had to do the quick routine before I had to go to the party.
1. Take a shower. Every girl needs to take a shower for very obvious reasons
2. Put makeup on TWICE. One after you take a shower and another round for touch-ups
3. Put something good on. My mom made me change shirts three times! OMG!
Soon Emily arrived, and I was driven to the party. We came early so I am proud to say that I was the first person at the party! YAH ME! At first, the part was pretty quiet till the thundering music started blasting into my ears. Every time I tried to talk to Emily and an old friend of mine named Johanna* I kept having to yell, "WHAT?!". I seriously could not hear a thing my friends were saying.
After about an hour of talking, and I slowly was starting to become bored of Emily's and Johanna's lack of interest of dancing. They seemed more interested in playing Dance Dance Revolution than actually dancing, which doesn't make sense to me. I never was a dancer, and the only real dance moves I know is to just sway back and forth and move your hips. Later on, I got insanely bored of wandering around the party doing nothing, so I decided to go onto the dance floor. I soon learned that a loud dance floor, and a dj handing out t-shirts can turn even the most book-wormish person(me) into Paris Hilton(the party crazy version, not the sex crazed one. That version is specifically made for the popular girls). At first I blended into the crowd and I found myself not dancing very wildly compared to the popular girls. I saw tons of girls dancing their heads off with their little boyfriends.
Note: High school dating never lasts. I mean you talk to a guy for thirty seconds and you become his girlfriend for what! Two days! But these popular girls have dated almost every guy. They are all like, "Oh my god, Tiffany is soo going out with Brad but he is like soo crushing majorly on Britney. Oh did you hear that Toby is taking Susie to the prom. I heard that they like soo did it in his bedroom last night. She went like all the way! I went all the way with my boyfriend once, thank god I didn't get pregnant!". Disgusting.
Soon the loud, and slightly annoying Dj started tossing out t-shirts to the girl who was partying the hardest. It's like the early teen version Girl's gone wild, except you win crappy t-shirts instead of crappy beads which you can at a local Party City for less than 50 cents. Then I had a idea, "How about I win a t-shirt but exaggerate the story a bit so I freak mom and dad out". This was good compared to my other idea," Tell mom I have a major project due tomorrow and I haven't started it yet", though that would probably give mom a heart attack.
I'm not that mean, though I did boast to my sister that I was getting a facebook when she wasn't(which she has been causing a huge fit over because she doesn't have a facebook). I'm only getting a stupid Facebook because I have to keep in touch with the other members of my Drama club, I would never get one if it weren't the Drama club. Facebook is no longer for teens, but now for a bunch of middle age women looking trying to reconnect with their old friends only to find out that they are either:
a. gay
b. really old
c. lying to make themselves seem rich and famous
d. still the same old bitch that you remembered them as
Back to the party: I started to wave my hands in the air, screaming, and jumping up and down. Luckily I got some help from a friend and with my waving hands and screaming I finally won a t-shirt. But my wildness didn't stop there. I actually jumped onto the stage(which luckily had a bunch of girls on it already), and started dancing Put a ring on it by Beyonce. I soon regretted it, because I just knew that I probably embarrassed myself in front of the popular girl and the popular girl's feminine guy-friend.
I stopped dancing after the Beyonce song ended, and I cowarded away with my friend Johanna and we spent the rest of the time talking in the hall, mostly in the bathroom which was surprisingly fancy compared to the normal school bathrooms). The bastards. Emily came searching for us later and I have Johanna the link to my blog and my email. Yet she still hasn't commented on my blog or even emailed me yet. Hmm.
I then called my mom to pick me up. I tried to convince her to let Emily stay over, but once again she found some reason to say no. No is like a parents answer to anything.
The next post will be called:I reveal too much to a popular girl

Wednesday, August 26, 2009

A boring pep rally and a creepy encounter

High school is a place where anything can happen, and by anything, I mean anything. Ok so I was going to the bathroom. and right when I entered guess which one of these things I saw:
A: A senior beating up a freshmen
B: A girl with no shirt on
C: An iphone on the ground with nobody around it
D: A boy and a girl making out
If you guessed C your wrong. If you guessed A your wrong, if you guessed D your wrong. Yes, there was a girl in the bathroom with no shirt on right in front of the mirror. Awkward. Weird thing was, that she seemed perfectly fine with it. Anything can happen in High School, but what happens in High School should stay in High School (except this time).
Today was Webs, which is when school is released at 12:30, and you have two choices: Go home, or stay at school and go to clubs or get help from teachers. Us freshmen had to stay after school and half of the time was just speakers talking about the dress code, which I think I might have broken, because I wore a very low-cut shirt.
In the low-cut shirt situation, my parents even thought that I would be sent home because of it, and my sister called me a slut (which she does all the time). The only real trouble I went into with this shirt was that my bra kinda showed a lot so I was constantly pulling my shirt up. Man, looking good definitely comes with a price.
After a long two hours of nothing but failed speeches and something about GPA, it was finally time for the pep rally. Personally, I hate pep rallies because they are really boring. It's just a bunch of "Whoops, Yah's and stupid cheers that we all end up forgetting in a matter of minutes. I was soo excited when this stupid pep rally was over and I was ready to get out of there.
When I finally got home, I had to go through the whole "Your failing a class and you gotta study" pep talk from mom. nIt's been the first three weeks of school and I'll admit it, I haven't really been doing well. High School is definitely nothing like Middle School and it is soo hard. I have a quiz tommorow so I gotta wrap this up fast.
One last thing: Hey Robin! Robin is a friend and fellow blogger of mine. She has a liking of making random drawings of things. I once got her to draw a picture of a bananna in a sombrero, and a pirate ballerina. So hey!

Saturday, August 22, 2009

Indiana Freshmen and the School of the 18 snack machines

With my backpack and my friend Emily, we both trekked down the many halls to our next class. We turned our head once to see the large box that was a snack machine. Soon, everywhere I turned, there were snack machines which were full of candy, chips, sugary drinks, vitamin water, and tons of other stuff that makes me droll as I type this. Then I heard the loud sound of something coming from the end of the hall. I turned my head to see a giant boulder heading right for me. I dropped my bag and started to run. The boulder raced it's way down the hall, smashing and tumbling over kids and snack machines. I narrowly escaped, but I had to turn around and see the mess it caused. All I can say is :OHH THE HUMANITY! There was debri everywhere and the victims were thrown everywhere with their bones and body parts broken in half or thrown half-way across the hall. It was carnage, bloody carnage!
Ok, so that's not really what happened, but there definitely was a lot of snack machines. Then I decided to do a little test, I counted all the snack machines in the school and compared it to the number of hand-sanitizer dispensers around the school, too. Total score:
18 snack machines
17 hand sanitizer dispensers
Snack machines win! I can't believe that our tax-payer money is being spent on snack machines. A-M-A-Z-I-N-G.
Ok, so my day started with me wanting to wear shorts to school but mom was soo against it. Doesn't she know that you can wear anything you want to high school and nothing really happens? In the orientation, they said you couldn't wear shorts to school, but it has been three weeks already, and girls are still wearing shorts to school. They must really not care about being strict about the dress code, and I am talking about the teachers. Yeah, so I'm wearing a skirt tomorrow, because I don't think I've ever worn a skirt to school. Usually, I wear pants and a t-shirt, so this will be interesting.
In my chorus class, which is now my almost least favorite class for two reasons: we haven't really memorized the lyrics to any of the songs yet, and the warm-ups are kinda creepy. Here are our creepiest warm-ups ever:
1. Sing to the wall so our butt is facing the teacher.
2. Sing "Poppy petunia poppy petunia gladoioli" as we rub some the person next us's back
3. As we sing the quick song "A Zula King", there is a quick moment where we tickle the person next to us. W-T-F!
OMG, it is like soo creepy and soo boring. I miss Middle School Chorus, because we learned, the class was fun and we watched movies after a major concert. High School Chorus is ok, and the only cool thing is that the uniforms are more fancy and when we get to 10th grade, we get to go to Italy (awesome!).
After chorus, it is Social Studies, which is fairly fun. There is this girl who is in my class who I nick-named Barbie because she has the appearance and personality of a Barbie doll. She has blonde hair, blue eyes, really friendly, and a cheerleader. Yeah, she just kinda reminds me of Barbie, though I never really talk to her.
Ok, after Social Studies, it was lunch. I usually have a strict lunch schedule for the week:
Monday: Pizza Day
Tuesday: Either salad or try something new day
Wednesday: Bring lunch or pizza (I'm like obsessed with the school's pizza)
Thursday: Salad or try something new
Friday: Bring lunch
I always get a bottle of lemonade for a drink and occasionally I go to the ice-cream line and get some ice cream (obviously, what else would I be doing at an ice-cream line, getting tacos?). Lunch is fairly boring, because the girls I used to talk to just haven't been talking to me lately.
*sigh* Well ,in Language Arts class I got bored and started to flip through my Literature book and started to read a short story about Detective Sherlock Holmes. Whenever I think of Sherlock Holmes now I think of.... Robert Downey Jr. I mean how can I not, he is playing Sherlock Holmes plus is absolutely gorgeous!

An ice-skating adventure

It is Saturday and my friend Emily and I were planning to go iceskating at The Cooler,which is an ice-rink (obviously). First things first, I haven't gone ice-skating in a long time, so instantly I had a feeling that I would be falling a lot.
When we got to the ice-rink, it was pretty cold and the first time I got the ice-skates, unfortunately, they were the wrong size. I got a 3, though I'm actually a 7. I'm not going to say whose fault it was, but it wasn't mine. I got on the ice and almost instantly found myself skating in all the wrong ways, with my legs constantly sliding apart (which totally looks weird). Emily was very good, and kind of a show-off (but everybody is a show-off at heart, even me).
The weirdest part was when some boy around the age of 12-15, started totally hitting on us. He was like, "Hey ladies, how are you?" in a totally flirtatious way. The weird part is that he already had a girlfriend with him. Awkard. Ok, so after he kept flirting with me, Emily, and her sister Erin* (who is like 8), we officially got tired of him. Though we were already tired of him from the start. So we did the only logical thing. No, we did not kick him in the shin(unfortunately), Emily pushed him down (which was HI-larious), and we quickly skated off.
We were very kind to him because we had bigger and better plans. We could have:
a. slapped him across the face
b. kicked him in the shin
c. push him into a crowd of people so they all fall like dominos(LOL)
Yeah, we had a lot of ideas on what we could do. Now, knowing me, I just had to bring something back. So I took a short 3-second video of him and I attempted to take a picture (MAJOR FAIL). After that, we narrowly missed the Hokey-Pokey (which would have been soo weird to do in skates), and Emily hit some kid in the neck with her skate-blade (accident, or was it? DUN-DUN-UNNNNNN!............). Nah, she was doing a trick, but could you imagine if it was on purpose? Unfortunately, it wasn't that idiot who we'll just call Trevor for now. Yeah, turned out it was just some kid.
In between the events of horn, playboy and Emily's murder attempt, we attempted to do a skating trick called the Whip. It's when you all hold hands (in a not awkward way), but in a straight line. You then go really fast and turn sharply and the person on the end gets flung off. It's soo fun, but it is kinda scary at first. Speaking of scary: I only fell twice. That's like a record of the least times I fell! YEAHHH!
Emily's sister Erin really hates it when we go fast, so she was more of a buzz-kill than buzz-killington (a very poorly done Family Guy reference). We had to stop doing the whole Whip thing after a while and luckily I got some good pictures, and videos of me, Emily and Erin skating.
Oh and some backstory on Emily and Erin: They both compete in those skating competitions. One thing that always confuses me is that how can these girls wear skimpy, sparkly outfits and not get cold? I guess they must be cold-blooded, or are another species of humans that their skin just never gets cold. Weird. Emily is very good at skating, and compared to my skating you might call her a major show-off (or in Valley-girl language: OH-MY-God she is like a total ******, for all you valley-girls out there. You know who you are). Nah, she's not the valley-girl version, but we are all show-0ffs at heart.
After our ice-skating was over, we decided to go the Avenue, to get those little best-friends bracelets that seem to be taking over the world and hopefully get some yummy candy . There's actually a funny story about that candy, but I'll get to that later. When we got to Claires, which is the hot-spot for anybody who is looking for cheap earrings, and Jonas Brothers memorbilia, Emily and I found it very hard to pick out a best-friends necklace/bracelet that we liked.
Unfortunately for Emily, I don't have my ears pierced so that takes out the best-friend earrings. I've noticed that you can make anything in a best-friends nick-nack. Earrings, key-chains, hats. Who knows, maybe there will be a best-friends thong in a couple years. Just saying.
Back onto the point, we managed to pick out a very simple looking best-friends bracelet which was a pink and blue string with a small metal plate which read Friends and another that said Forever. I got the Friends and she got Forever. After that we went to Fuzzywigs, which is a candy store, and I basically stocked full of the candies I like. Here are the candies I bought:
1. Sour rope. Green Apple and Rainbow (does rainbow have a taste, so I'm guessing it's a mixture of the fruits)
2. Sour peaches (yes, peaches can be sour)
3. Sour apples (no explanation needed)
4. A gummy snake (see it's not sour!)
5. Sour watermelons (now back to the sour trend. Man I like sour stuff)
6. Sour gummy worms (you can't go to a candy store and not have gummy worms)
7. and last but not least a marshmallow smothered in chocolate (YUM)

After that, I went home and started preparing to see Julie&Julia. You know, that movie about the book about the blog about Julia Child. One thing about me is that Iusually don't watch romantic comedies (which I guess this movie would fall into that catagory. When you think of girls, you usually think of us balling our eyes out as we watch The Notebook, but I ain't like those girls. I'de rather watch the latest action movie than one with Leonardo DiCaprio, or worst of all: Miley Cyrus ofrZac Efron. So this was the first non-action movie I've seen in a long time.
Here is my review of Julie&Julia:
The character I was most impressed from the film Julie&Julia, was the character Julie. We both had the same goals: make a blog, finish the blog, and hopefully, that some people would read this blog. Is anybody reading my blog? Hello.... Anybody there? Doubt it. I really liked the characters and the actors who portrayed them. Meryl Streep (or however you write it) was very good as Julia Child, though her accent which was all like " OH HELLOOOOOOOOOOO. IT IS SOOOOO NIIIICE TO SEEEE YOOU. OH WOOPDA DOODLY DOO". Yeah, maybe that was a bad impersonation, but her accent in the film was all hooty.
The plot was good, though I thought the ending should have been better. It should have showed how Julia Child got her tv show, plus the last thing the movie said before cutting to credits was: And her book was made into a movie (which is talking about Julie's book). I guess the writer was replaced by Captain Obvious. Plus the whole movie made me sooo hungry, and all I had to munch on was popcorn which is crap compared to the wonderful french meals they were preparing. Curse you American Cinema Concessions!
Overall, I give Julie&Julia an A- because I just hated the Captain Obvious ending. When the movie was over, we dropped Emily off at her house. She showed me one of her cats (she has seven all together. WOW), and it kinda reminded me of Two-face from the Batman series because one side of it's face was black and the other white. Then I came home and started writing this post.
PS: I'm sorry for misleading you this week, tomorrows post will be about the 15 (actually 18) snack machines (which includes drink machines)

Tuesday, August 18, 2009

Zac's Secret Burial

There I was in my backyard burying the last remnants of Zac without a single regret. I kept pouring dirt onto it until I couldn't see his smiling face anymore. I was always tired of people thinking that I actually liked this childish guy who sings and is all "Happy-doddly-doo", but whose laughing now! Yep rot in the ground Zac!
Before you call the police and say I'm some homicidal maniac, let me say one thing: Zac is not a living person. I am actually talking about a Zac Efron poster in my room. You see there is a time in almost every girl's life where you have to let go of your childhood idols and go move onto more older idols, like I already think Christian Bale is mega hot (in both physical and temper wise).
A day before:
I remember looking at Zac's poster and thinking one thing "Gosh I gotta get rid of this". You know why? Other than the fact that he was in that crapfest known as High School Musical, it was the only brightly colored poster and he was cute. Like Edward Cullen, but with better hair and a less-abusive personality. Plus, I don't care for cute actors, its sexy or nothing. After a short chain of thought, I decided to once and for all get rid of Zac Efron's poster.
On Friday:
I tore it down and thought of a good way to dispose of this thing. My original idea was to burn the poster, but I guess Mom doesn't like me to use matches. I bet she doesn't know that I know how to put out a fire. One word: Water. So I had to bury it in my dad's garden. Yes, my dad has a garden. Unfortunately, my sister Sarah found where I was hiding it, so I hid it somewhere else and didn't tell her.
Now for a Freshmen Confession: The current location of the Zac Efron poster is in a flower pot next to my garage. Luckily, Sarah will never read this blog, so lucky me. I plan to return to the flower pot in December and see what's happened to the poster. I just can't imagine what.
A Reason why High School Musical is nothing like real high school: When you break up with your boyfriend, you usually don't get back together. In HSM, Gabriella breaks up with Troy for reasons that are usually stupid. The stupidest reason was HSM2: Where Gabriella broke up with Troy because he missed one date because he was preparing for college. Worst part is that Troy blamed himself rather than Gabriella's idea that he can't do anything else in life other than spend time with her. Here is what I think Gabriella and Troy would be like in real life.
*Troy and Gabriella enter scene with Troy carrying Gabby's books and trailing behind her*
Gabriella: Troy we are having a date on Sunday if you like it or not.
Troy: But my brother's birthday is that day *I'm sorry all those HSM fans who will note that Troy doesn't have a brother as far as we know*
Gabriella: Don't I mean something to you? You've changed. You're ignoring me and focusing more on your family. *starts to sing* I gotta go my own-
Troy: Ok, I'l cancel my plans.
Gabriella: Thank you sweety pea. I love you soo much.
Or It would go this way:
Gabriella: Troy you skipped out on our date to go to a college interview so I think we should go our own ways. Oh and what college did you even apply to?
Troy: Mcdonalds Burger University. Apparently, my failing grades weren't good enough for Harvard. At least I have my dashing good looks and singing voice. WAIT! Why are you breaking up with me?
Gabriella: Because...umm...uhh....I don't know. I'm just that way. The only way you can get me back is to sing a romantic song to me and pledge full attention to me.
Troy: You know what, screw you. I got better stuff to do. You made me fail school because you wanted constant attention. I can't hang out with any of my friends who are girls without you saying I'm cheating, and I can't miss one date or you'll dump me. Well, this is the 4th time you've broken up with me and I've had it! GOOD BYE
*leaves*
Gabriella*shocked*: What! He can't do that. I guess I have to learn now that I gotta give my boyfriend some room in life. Don't worry, I'll just date his best-friend or better yet send some risque pictures of me to him. That'll get him back.

END OF SCENES

In math class today, some kid was acting all weird and the teacher then decided that since he wasn't doing his work, my teacher made the homework count for an accuracy grade and collected them up before I could finish it. Then, some other kid got into a huge fight with the assistant teacher and it was basically like this:
"I have no idea why you are taking my paper. I was doing my work". Yeah, that kid was just like the bunny from that commercial. He just kept going and going and going. I blame the kid who started this mess for the bad grade I am possibly going to get.
The next post is going to be called: Indiana Freshmen and the School of the Fifteen Snack Machines

Thursday, August 13, 2009

Day 4,5,7 and beyond!

It's Tuesday, and the only thing to summarize it is: Man this is boring. My day started offmuch like almost every other day of this long week: Waking up exhausted, and having to make my lunch, which takes a lot of time. You see, I usually get up at around 7:05, get dressed around 7:15, put my makeup on around 7:18, and finish making my lunch at 7:25. Ok, I forgot to blog the past couple day so here is a summarization of Thursday and Friday.
Thursday:
I remembered that I had to bring reading material to read after the math test is over, and I decided to bring the one reading material that interests me. Seventeen magazine. My mom was all "if you bring that magazine, they'll give you a zero on the test". What planet does mom live on? I think the phrase is "if you cheat, then you'll get a zero on the test". I seriously do not think they care about what reading material I bring. Don't worry, I brought the magazine with me, even though the car-ride to school was awfully quiet.
At math, the test was pretty easy (though it was only part one). My friend Emily and I are talking about hanging out this weekend and going over to the local water park. Awesome! I love High School, I'm definitely making more friends!
The other classes went by quickly, and I had a test on the worlds most boring book ever: Around the World in Eighty Days. UGH! I hated that book soo much, it was absolutely boring and they talked too britishy. Like "Mr. Passapartout was highly acquainted with the likes of Mr. Fogg". The author used too many big words, and I hated that.
Lunch came after that, and luckily I managed to keep my seat, even though I've been noticing that Jade hasn't been talking to me much lately. I got my first lunch from school, and it was a grilled chicken salad. You see, in my school, there are four lunch lines: The World Fare line (which is food from other countries. YUM), The Grilled Line (which has grilled chicken sandwiches, hamburgers, cheeseburgers and other stuff), The Pizza line (I should not have to explain this), and the salad line. I just love it that you have more options because in Middle School, you only had two choices on what you could eat. So far, I have only been in the salad line, but tomorrow, I plan to get some Pizza, because you can't go to school and not have pizza once.
The rest of the day was pretty boring, and the only thing that was pretty interesting was the fact that Emily and I were planning to go to White Water Park.
Friday:
I don't want to spend too much time on Friday, so I'm going to skip my boring day and go on to about 7:00. After a long time talking to Emily on the phone, where we had originally decided to go ice-skating (which I have no idea how ), we decided to go to my pool and go night swimming. The reason why we didn't go iceskating was either:
A: All the ice-rinks were closed
B: I was very "Ehh but I don't know how to skate."
C: My mom was complaining about it being too far away and too late.
D: All the above
If you answered all the above, you're a damn genius. You have no idea how many times I had to call back Emily telling her about when the rinks were open and if I can or cannot come. A couple hours passed, and soon Emily came over. Almost instantly, she was drawn to my sister Emily and I had a feeling that Emily(the baby) was going to be once again the center of attention.
Luckily, we didn't bring Emily (the baby) to the pool. The pool time was pretty fun.
I asked mom if Emily could stay over and ok, I guess I wouldn't take no for an answer. Though her answer on why she couldn't stay over was "Because, I said so". Ahh "Because I said so"... the universal answer to any question that you don't have a logical answer to.
There was something else that happened, but I know if I say what it is, then mom will throw a fit. So, let me just summarize it: Your mom will tell your friends lies about you in hopes of embarassing you, just so you won't ask your mom if your friend can stay over. Yep, you can possibly imagine what happened. One thing mom doesn't know, if that little process of lying can be used to embarass the person who says the lie, how do you think people would look at you if I told them you were lying? I doubt people would think you were soo cool.
Sunday:
Unfortunately, Emily never called back to confirm whether or not she could come, so we just guessed that she wasn't coming. Mom got a call later from Emily saying that she couldn't come after all. So, I had to go to White water with Sarah, her friend Annaleigh, and some guy. Yeah, Sarah actually did bring a guy with her and for the rest of the White Water trip, she was with her two friends and I only saw them twice. I was left to go with my dad, which actually was fun. I finally got enough courage to go on the Dragons Tail (no not the stupid cartoon), which is a ride which makes you go airborn (which I hate!).
I got on the ride and instantly found myself plummeting down a near straight drop and found myself gasping for air. After a splash into the small pool at the end, my back started to hurt like crazy, and it didn't stop for another two hours. OUCH! White Water was overall fun.

MONDAY:
Monday started like every Monday. Me getting out of bed exhausted and suffering from a bad case of teen angst. Recently, I've noticed that I have been a lot more angry lately. Off my whole anger issues, Emily and I have been talking about going ice-skating this weekend (again).

Tuesday:
For lunch, I had pizza, which was, like, the bomb. When I first took a bite of the thick piece of pizza, the melted cheese and tasty sauce tasted sooo good. The food in High School is way better than Middle Schools. I had a test today in stupid science, which I hate. In Language Arts, I had to make my final draft for an essay I have to write about a certain place that makes me happy and it has to include two symbols and three uses of imagery. In Math, I have yet another pack to work through, which I hate. Why is it that in High School you have more work but more freedom, but in middle school it's less work and less freedom.
Oh, and I've noticed that there are like tons of snack machines in my school. I haven't even been able to count them, because there are soo many. I guess you do need a ton of snack machines when you have tons of kids.
The next post is: Zac's Secret Burial

Wednesday, August 12, 2009

Two tests in the first week and on the same day!

OUCH! I have two tests(well one pretest, but they still count) on one day! Tommorow! A test on Around the World in eighty days, which I absolutly hate, and a math pretest. I gotta study. What's the deal of giving us a test(s) on the first week of school. I guess the teachers really must not like their students

Tuesday, August 11, 2009

Attack of the seniors!

I went to my first period which was mainly uneventful. I talked to my old friend Emily*, who apparently has the same name as my sister and also has a last name that sounds like my sister's middle name. What a total coincidence! Soon it was Lunch.

At first, I sat by myself till an old frienemy named Jade* and my really old friend Grace* sat down. We didn't talk much except for when I asked my three questions "How are you? Anything new? How was your summer?". I felt like Shen-Shen from Wicked. You know, that girl who follows around Galinda and tries hard to be her friend. Yeah, I'm kinda like that. Though, I'm kinda still surprised that I actually have somebody to talk to at lunch, because in Middle School, I usually was quiet and just ate. So, this was still different. Most of the time I was with Jade I spent trying hard to join into their conversation, which went well I guess.

As lunch continued, I realized that I was stupid enough to not get a napkin. Without worrying a bit, I walked away from my chair and got a napkin only to see something was different with my seat when I returned. There was no chair! Somebody had stolen my fricken chair! At that moment, I remembered the whole concept of "older students picking on the younger students". Great. What gives seniors the right to pick on the younger students? I mean, we were all in this situation once, so why would they make it so hard for us? Now that I think about it: Those seniors were always a bit odd in many ways.
For one thing, they are fricken huge! They're like 6 feet tall, have huge muscles and are like, totally threatening. They walk around like they are the kings of High school, which I guess they are. The second way is that some of the seniors, juniors, and sophomores are all like, "Aww look at the freshmens. Aren't they soo cute". How is a 14 year old supposed to be cute? We're either sexy, pretty, or "ehh ok". They treat us like we're newborn babies being shown off by their mommies.
I then looked around the large cafeteria to see tons of kids standing around, obviously having their chairs taken by the older students. After having to sit with another girl, who seemed very(maybe too) willling to let me sit with her, I started to notice that even some freshmen were taking chairs. One kid even stole a chair right in front of me, though I guess letting them know you see them taking a chair doesn't make them stop. The freshmen who steal chairs are just like monkeys. Monkey see monkey do, I guess.
Soon, somebody started to talk on the intercom about the next period and suddenly all the freshmen (except for me, because I actually value my chair) started heading for the door. This lead to tons of chairs being stolen, then came the older students laughing and booing us. The funny thing is that some male teacher told the seniors to boo us for not staying in our chairs. What wonderful teachers we have.
The bell rang, and I raced over to my next period, which was surprisingly enjoyable, mainly because the teacher is funny and kinda looks like a celebrity I know. I sat next to this one girl named Bella*, who I think is only hanging out with me because her mom told her to. You see Bella's* mom is friends with my mom, and I fear that my Mom might have told her about the whole "She has a social problem" and that's probably why Bella* is hanging out with me. Well, technically it's not hanging out. We don't talk, and when we do, it seems like she's either annoyed, bored, aggravated, or all the above. I just wish it was none of the above. I miss the days when we were almost friends, but I guess those days are over .
6th period was very boring and the guys I have to sit next to (involuntarily) are kinda weird, but they are a little funny(emphasis on the little). YAWWN! 7th period wasn't any bit more interesting mainly because it was math support. MEGA-YAWWN!
Then I went back to my homeroom after a long day where it was oddly very quiet. I just think that in a couple of weeks, we'll be wild and crazy. Ok, maybe I exaggerated, but the kids that are not me, will be wild and crazy. You see I'm not a party person and I'm definitely not one who goes crazy......often.
Reason number two why High School Musical is nothing like real High school: In real high school, grades actually matter. While in High School Musical, you never see them study, do homework, or even learn! They are more worried about basketball (which makes me think that Troy Bolton must be an idiot or something), the school musical, and dating. What doesn't make sense to me is that in HSM, Gabriella is supposed to be a genius, but Disney never emphasizes on it. It's like saying your a genius, but never proving it.
A good tip for upcoming High school students: When you are at the lunchroom, be sure you have everything you'll need. Napkins, forks, etc. Because if you don't have a friend watch your chair, somebody will probably steal it. Just like they did to me.

Monday, August 10, 2009

The First day: Part 1

It was three years ago when I started realizing that I was close to High school. Though back then, I believed High school was just like High School Musical. You know, where everybody is nice and you make tons of friends in the first day. High School Musical lies. The real high school is nothing like the movies. For one thing, there aren't any sexy vampires and rarely do people come up to you and start talking to you like you're their best friend. No, you actually have to make an effort to make friends, which is a real challenge for me. I am a very shy person, which I blame on my mild case of Aspergers
Well, I woke up this morning exhausted, and oddly freezing. I didn't know if it was cold on the outside or just cold inside me. Whatever it was, I was still nervous about my first day, though I was slightly calmed with the fact that I met most of my teachers and an old friend at orientation. Yet I was still nervous. My main two worries were about me getting lost in my new, huge school and the whole friend department.
A reason why High School Musical isn't like real high school #1: In High School Musical, people make friends without even trying. Oh and apparently, the only real social groups in HSM are Preps and Jocks. You rarely see any goths, and never any loners. Everybody there are social butterflies.
After slumping out of bed at the agonizing time of 7:05, getting dressed, putting my contacts in(which I have been using a lot more often), and putting my makeup, I trekked downstairs. My sister Emily* was still sleeping in her crib and my other sister Sarah* was oddly awake. Sarah is going into 6th grade this year, and I'm guessing she doesn't realize that she gets to sleep longer than I do.
I went downstairs for a moment and slowly started eating a cereal bar as I watched The Daily Show with John Stewart. Yeah, that show is my favorite, though I bet most teens in my new school watch Gossip Girl, Entourage, Degrassi, and other teen shows. My dad came in later and he went through the whole "Just smile and talk to people" thing. I bet he doesn't know that smiling doesn't really help in High School. You gotta have a good reputation from your first day in Middle School, because most of the kids in High School are probably from your old school. Unfortunately, my reputation in middle school isn't so great, and that was a very rough time for me socially. Academically, I was ok, but I had very few friends. Plus, I'm like very shy and I actually went through a very rough stage where I was depressed.
A little bit later Emily* woke up but she was not in a good mood. When I think about it, when ever does a two-year old wake up in a good mood? The good thing about Emily, is that she is just soo adorable and it is very hard to be mad at her. Unless, when she starts talking non-stop, hits, throws, bites, and screams, but what two-year old hasn't done that.
I took her downstairs after telling her that mom was awake, because Emily* is such a mommy/daddy/and sisters girl. There is only one thing that Emily* loves more than her family and that is babies especially, ones that are younger than her. Like last Saturday. I went to my cousin's bat-mitzvah and Emily* started obsessing with this little 9-month old named Bobby*. She kept saying "Baby! Baby!". Yet she wouldn't really play with Bobby*, she would just watch him and occasionally touch his hair.
Ok, off of Bobby*. Soon it was time for me to head off to school. After my mom dropped me off and gave me the whole "Love you and have a good day" pep talk, I was on my way to homeroom. Now 0 period doesn't start till 8:15, so I spent the time wandering the halls till it was 8:15. But then the real confusion started to begin.
It all started when role call began. I had wasted a couple seconds attempting to talk to some girl who turned out to be a kid who was held back. Go figure. After the last names were called, I noticed that I hadn't been called. I was in the wrong homeroom! I personally blame the whole way they chose us for homerooms. Rather than doing it the simple way by saying "All kids with the last name A-C go to room bla-bla-bla" they said "Marcus through Micadams go to room 101". How the heck would they think that we would know the spellings of those name or even know how to understand their way of sorting us confused Freshmen.
Luckily, my real home-room wasn't that bad and it didn't have that annoying girl named Mikela*. Mikela was in almost all my 8th grade classes and she was annoying as hell! You know those kids you pretend to be stupid in hopes that they are being funny or to be cool? Yeah she's one of those kids. The kids and teacher seemed nice and I talked to one girl named Beth.
Stay tuned for.... Attack of the Seniors!
*= names have been changed