I'll shoot.

When you're attending middle school all you can think about is " Wow, next year I'll be a freshman! That's so cool!"
When H or Genuine described their highschool experiences it always involved some sort of awesome teacher, spontaneous food, or a "skipping story". (cough cough H cough cough)
There really is no way that you can physically prepare for the coming of highschool. You just have to look like an idiot along with every other freshman, and eventually get the hang of things. I think I've got the rhythm down. I'm really confused as to whether or not I actually LIKE school. I don't think that I have ever uddered those words aloud, but I think it might actually be true for once. For once, my teachers have a sense of humor! I can eat food during class, take naps without recieving some sort of detention, and best of all...I think I'm actually learning! I know those last two things don't really go together, but somehow it all works out. I mean, there must atleast a dozen signs that say " Food bought in the cafeteria cannot leave the cafeteria" and I just laugh to myself and say " Hehehe, I DIDN'T buy this in the cafeteria. I brought it from home suckas!"
That's usually why my Frech desk ( francaise pupitre) always has empty containers on it, and my breath is worste during that class. I really don't think Monsieur R really gives a crap though. In fact, he insults us so much I think we deserve to eat in class. I don't know how many times he's said " La jolie fille" and " Elle ne sont pas tres bonne" in the very same class period to me. He either says " Get out your homework my little boogers" or starts muttering in French, which I think are insults. His iTunes playlist accidently went off really loud during class today, and it was hilarious. It was some playlist full of dramatic french women sounding like their about to burst into tears. Instead of just turning it off, he began to sing along while working the overhead, and occasionally saying " Seize" or "Sept" or "Cinquante deux".
Altogether, highschool is going okay. Most of my homework just gets done during the time between volleyball practice and the end of school at 2:30pm. That's the only reason I'm awake and writing this right now, because I haven't had homework for the past two days. Hehehehe.
As long as biology doesn't go too bad, I might end the semester with okay looking grades.
Today one of the best things ever happened. I have this teacher names Mrs.B, who is one of the most hyper, giggly, little fast-talker you will ever meet. I think she's like 25 or something like that. Today in social studies with her we were talking about the "force theory of state" which says that a state could've been formed when somebody intimidating just invaded and took over, but a bunch of people in the class weren't understanding so she used an example.
" Okay class, so let's say I build up my own private military, and one day decide to invade Oregon. I kill all of their soldiers and take over Oregon and start all sorts of new laws to my new Oregonians. I tell them "People of Oregon! You must now all eat nothing but my homemade cupcakes and wear pretty skirts!"
"But that's not intimdating Mrs.B, that's just ridiculous"
" Oh really? EAT MY HOMEMADE CUPCAKES OR I'LL SHOOT YOU! Is THAT intimidating? huh? what now dan?"


You had to've been there. The best part is that she looked really scary when she said it and kept a very straight face. Mrs.B is so wierd.