- My best friends aren't in ANY of my classes
- The teachers are strict (kind of) and most are forbidding.
- I have to learn Spanish
- The kids who ARE in my class are mean and either popular (which means they don't talk to me) or anti-social (which also means they don't talk to me)
Also, the classes are much bigger, since teachers got layed-off. Laster year in Business, the class limit was 22 and now it's over 40 per class!
What about Physical Education?
- 6th grade- we have 5 P.E. teachers
- 7th grade- we have 3 P.E. teachers
- 8th grade- we have 2 P.E. teachers
If there are 50 or more people in P.E, we won't even have a chance to play! So I've decided to do a 2nd Orchestra class, to learn new music, play in trios, learn a new instrument, and have wonderful musical opportunities. I can learn to play the cello, along with my viola. See, in 6th grade, I wanted to play cello, but unfortunately, there were too few violas, so out of kindness, I offered to learn viola. And now it's my CHANCE to play cello!!!! So maybe these overstuffed classes has some benefit, on my behalf.
Anyways, relating to writing, I have a super exciting LA teacher, Mrs. Gleason. I nicknamed her "Mrs. Glee-son". I heard that we'd be doing poetry in 8th grade, which I enjoy very much! I just hope Mrs. Gleason doesn't change the way I write. I feel so mean for relating her name to "pig fat". Seriously, I'm so mean. I got my schedule and read Gleason and thought "Hm...sounds like pig fat..." Now I totally take that back ^_^ I think she's...extreme. Her sons are named Grammar and Preposition. Are you kidding? I mean, Grammar can be shortened to Gram, but Preposition??? Poor him!!! "Hey Prep, what's up?" or "Osition, how does it feel to have a LA name?" And their bedrooms are plastered with grammar and writing worksheets. Preposition is only 4!
So yeah. I've gotten a ton of books to read, so I've procrastinated on writing. Want a bit on my second novel? It's about ice, magic, and fighting! Woot, swords and maces! Song of the Lost is still sitting aside, collecting dust.
I feel sad that I don't have much to continue on. I mean, I didn't really have a plot, or anything. I strayed away from the basic point of Clara's pain and journey to healing, to Clara's romantic life and happiness and daily life in Ireland. Maybe I should go back, cut out chunks, and write a BUNCH more to fix all those mistakes. It's a quiet, simple story meant to warm the heart. Not some wild story with intense action, sizzling romance, or a thickly woven plot.
This is too long of a post. I apologize. There's just so much to rant about because I'm so upset. So sad.......I have no friends in my classes (already said this) and it's pitiful that I look forward to going home. School was always the one thing I loved going to, and now it's last on my list. I'm sorry.
I am not going to be depressed.
Some self-pitying, low-self-esteem person who can't find joy in life.
YOU BLOGGERS ARE MY ONLY DEPENDABLE FRIENDS!!!!!!!!!!! You'll here a lot more from me. ^_^ I'll throw in a few giveaways here to thank you.