I’m officially done with one semester of AP English, and I think I managed to make it out with an A. I’m now celebrating with chocolate. Yum.
Tomorrow, I have to get up early again and take the AP History test. If I make a 100 I can walk out with a 90 for semester. Yeah, right.
This is my little cousin ,no scratch that,brother,Ryan. Despite the fact that he drives me crazy and we fight over pretty much anything, he’s one of my best friends. You have no idea how much he means to me.
Nothing really exciting happened today. It was typical except that fifth hour we had guest speakers so we went to the auditorium and I got to miss AP History. The speeches weren’t particularly interesting and I was zoned out. The only thing I really remember was when the second speaker said something with a hick accent, Josh leaned over and started to tease me about how I talk. My inner hick comes out when I’m tired. He thinks it’s hilarious.
I’m just counting down the days. One more full day and two semester tests and I’m out. I can’t get exempt from AP classes, so I have to go for an hour and a half on each of the last two days. I’m so ready.
We were writing compounds in chemistry, and my teacher wrote several on the board. SO4 [Sulfate] PO4 [phosphate] NO3 [nitrate] I answered all of them outloud until he got to UO3. I was the first to get it and started laughing about the time someone says “Urinate” I love my chemistry teacher.
I’m blogging because I’m so happy that I have to get up early on a Saturday so I can take a four hour test that I don’t want to take and had to pay for. If I were speaking, you would be able to note the sarcasm. Anyone else taking it?
I’m reading Pride and Prejudice. I hate this book. On the bright side, I’ve learned new words to insult people. The best part is they won’t know what it means. :]]
Today in P.E. some girl asked me if I was pregnant. I was like “No. Why?” To which she replies “No reason”, turns to the group of girls behind her and says “No, she’s not”. This pissed me off. I mean really. I can interpret this one of two ways. They’re either calling me a slut or fat. And neither is true. Girls can be real bitches sometimes.
The parade last night was great. I literally ran up five minutes before it started, so my partner had already gotten paired up. Ms. Rebecca just told me to get up front with her and Ms. Carolyn. Then Ms. Carolyn told me to march in front of them and when they did the partner parts in front of the judges to do some illusions and tosses and stuff. (Our parade props were like batons) When it was over, Ms. Carolyn gave me a big hug and thanked me for doing it. I laughed and then thanked her. She doesn’t know how much it really meant to me. It was really fun and really cool. I’ve only got a few parades left before I graduate and stop dancing. Their one of my favorite parts of Christmas. I’m really going to miss them.
