So, for those of you who were or were not aware, school started two weeks ago. Yay. But other than the fact that now I have to go to a soul-sucking, boredom-filled, creativity-stifling cesspit for seven hours five days a week, nothing is really new. So watch as I continue to rant about school-tiems.
My first hour is Intro to Psych. This is possibly my most interesting class for one of two reasons: psychology is something that vaguely interests me, and there are more bored, repressed seniors in that class than I care to name. There is also a German exchange kid whose accent amuses me greatly. The teacher, however, is roughly 3,124 years old and enjoys referring to herself in the third person. On the bright side, I got to spend three hours last week SEARCHING MY DEEPEST INNERMOST FEELINGS for ANSWERS TO QUESTIONS THAT DIDN'T NEED TO BE ASKED. That, my friends, is psychology in a nutshell.
My second hour consists of a crazed Spanglish teacher standing at the front of the room spewing Spanish phrases at us that go directly over the loser that sits in front of me's head. I find this entertaining. He does not. Oh, and there's a girl in that class whom I and my semi-Asian friend Gina have decided needs to be taken down. SHE SAT IN MY SEAT. ALL I'M SAYIN'.
Third hour I share with my favorite snarkeriffic little snark, Mary. The class itself makes me feel like a brain surgeon. I can't believe that I opted out of Chemistry to take this bullshit course. But at least it'll provide me with my only easy A of the year. There're some real winners in this class, believe me.
Fourth hour is PES, in which I have another German exchange student as well as Josh and mi hermano and Bonello to perpetually spaz and snark all over me until I crack and end up killing them. Obviously I will get nothing done this year in that class. Other than killing them.
Fifth hour is the bestest. And by "bestest" I mean most soul-obliterating and mind-crushing. (LOL YU-GI-OH REFERENCE) It's A.P. Gov, and you'd think that I learned from APUSH last year not to EVER EVER EVER take an AP class that had anything whatsoever to do with the United States ever again. BUT NO. I AM A MORON. At least now I know how to keep up with the work schedule, but it doesn't make me like giving up my Saturdays to finish my outlines any more.
Sixth hour is the most terrible way that I could possibly think of to end my day. It's AGS IV, the class for kids who thought they could be overachievers by taking AGS I in the 8th grade and then realized they were in fact underachievers. Another prime example of a class full of winners.
At least, I hope this year is better than last year. But, up-and-coming Drama and Speech class, you probably can't top Advanced Comp. Just sayin'. Davies=best thing ever.