Here I Blogeth

Well, I finally decided it’s time for another post, considering the fact that I actually have something to write about. Now that I’ve been in this school almost a week, I’ve figured out a few constants and kind of how things work.

One thing I’ve learned is that just knowing the Pledge of Allegiance doesn’t fly. Apperantly, I need to know the Pledge to the Christan Flag, (didn’t know we had that…) and the pledge to the Bible. Both basically sound like the Pledge of Allegiance, except more... Christian-y. Anyway, I’ve found that actually LEARNING those is actually taking time. I’m obviously not devoting enough time to it. O.o

Another thing – HOW IN THE WORLD DO THEY EXPECT US TO FIT ALL OUR BOOKS IN ONE LOCKER???? AND WHY COULD THEY NOT MAKE THE LOCKERS WIDE ENOUGH SO THAT A 1” RING FOLDER COULD FIT IN SIDEWAYS????

Apparently it’s impossible.

My locker is about the size of a mouse hole. I have to stick everything in at a weird angle just to get it IN, and getting it out is a serious fight. Geez. How do the rest of the people in my class manage to get stuff in and out of their lockers SO easily? There must be some secret method. Me, for one, can’t freaking figure it OUT. It’s nearly impossible! There are literally scrapes on my folders from yanking and bending them out of my locker forcefully. The Local Between-Class Attraction: Watching Katie Fight With Her Locker.

Another thing – I now adore my math teacher, for some reason. It may be because he’s twenty-three-ish and was homeschooled, or maybe because he REALLY reminds me of the guys I hung out with at Speech and Debate tournaments. XD He’s HILARIOUS. He has this very-flat voice where he delivers things in one tone. We have the funniest conversations between classes, ranging from the merits of Jane Austin’s work to why people don’t like coffee.

You’d be very surprised at the academic level of this school… not. I kind of feel leashed back. I like being CHALLENGED, not underestimated. I can do the flipping work, people. But I want more than busywork, if you know what I mean? Though the current events are kind of cool. I like current events. =) I almost feel like… well, kind of like everyone just does what they need to do to get their A’s and get out. What I’m trying to figure out, is this a mentality that school produces? It has to be. I know that these people are smart and capable of producing top-notch work, and are probably even smarter than me… but for some reason they do the bare minimum. It’s totally incomprehensible to me. Why not do the best you can, and learn the most you can? That way you’ll be the best… Also, if you only do the bare minimum, are you truly giving glory to God? Every action, every thought, and everything we do is supposed to be for the glory of God. Is it giving glory to God if we only do what we need to do to pass, or is it giving glory to God to give your very best efforts to everything?

While I’m on the topic of minimum work, I’d like to talk about Chemistry.

Chemistry. Supposedly it’s a class, but I’m not exactly sure about how much work goes into that class. I mean, it took us two days to finish twelve review questions in class, and everyone just copied off me anyway. (No, I’m not completely innocent of talking and including myself in these conversations. In fact, I’m a rather large culprit.) Don’t get me wrong – we have a LOT of fun in that class! I’m just not sure about how much of that fun is school-related. Like one time the teacher left to go get copies of something from the office, (way on the other side of school,) and we hatched a master plan to go and hide all over the classroom before she got back. The ensuing scene was absolutely hilarious. XD. Let’s just say that we found a closet that I never knew existed, extremely obvious hiding places, and that the teacher humored us. And THAT’S why we didn’t get our review questions done!

=D

I guess you could say I’ve marginally relaxed around these people. I’ve learned who they are and what not to say, (kind of,) and they’ve learned about the Katie-isms that you just have to watch out for. I may invite a few of them to my rumored but not yet concrete birthday party of doom. O.o

Finally, I’m going to talk about Chorus and Drama.

If any of you have known me for more than about a month, you’ll know that I would do many illegal and desperate things for singing lessons. Ehheh. Well, I’ve finally got them. Kind of. I AM learning about technique and such… but most of it is spent cracking up at random people’s mistakes and goof-offs. We all get laughed at, so it’s perfectly fine to laugh. XDDD

Now, I have NON-school subjects I’d like to touch on.

How many of you have considered the absolute brilliance of the satire of the Princess Bride? Roundaboutly, it totally makes fun of EVERY SINGLE FAIRY TALE EVER and yet is unique. I love it so much! Izzy and I were watching it last week, and it struck me how satairitical that movie/book IS. It also manages to make fun of conventions of society, stereotypes, and it has PRIESTS WITH LISPS! Mawwage. Tat bwessed union…

Also, did I ever mention how much I HATE getting contaminated with gluten? It happened today – I was imprudent, didn’t think, and then I was in bed for the entire afternoon throwing up and reading pride and prejudice for English.

HEAR THAT, ENGLISH TEACHER? BE PROUD OF ME! I WAS ILL AND ALMOST ON MY DEATHBED, AND I STILL DID MY HOMEWORK!!!

Anyway, It’s going to take a little while to get back to normal, so if I walk around wincing a little bit, it’s totally because my stomach hurts. I blame CRCA for breading their freaking French fries. >.<

I would also like to get opinions on this poem I recently wrote. I was bored, okay, and Izzy was on the PHONE, and we had been interrupted from talking about DEEP topics. That is my well-orchestrated excuse, and I’m sticking to it. So ha. Haha, people, haha.

One-two-three, one-two-three,
Here feet touch the ground in a well-honored dance,
For-ever and ev-er a dance of dis-pair.
A face drained of pleasure,
Of life and of love,
A soul full of tiredness,
Shatter-ed, Scatter-ed.

One-two-three, One-two-three,
Her legs weighted down from the time of the rounds,
A-round and a-round from be-ginn-ing to end,
Too often betrayer,
Too often betrayed,
A life left in lonliness,
No time and no hope.

One-two-three, one-two-three,
Her heart in small pieces from mistakes in the dance,
Stomped on because the waltz never can stop,
A hole left inside her,
Not leaving her whole,
A life without Gaol,
Just plodding to end.

-Katie

Now, you’re going to have to look up that word you don’t know in the last sentence – or I could just tell you. It’s another word for Savior, but I didn’t want to write Jesus, simply because I felt that that name didn’t fit the rhyming or the tone I was going for. Thank God for google.

Everyone who comments gets a virtual cookie!

Love,

Katie