guided by a new era

Field Day sucked.

And so did X-Men 3. But not as much as Field Day, because Storm and Wolverine rock. <3

Onto the actual post-y stuffz.

( The disaster that was Field Day. )

( X-Men 3: The Last Stand. WARNING: Spoilers and ranty ramblings. )

Apparently, someone wrote to the editor of The Ann Arbor News about our school system's budget problems. This someone's letter can be summed up as this: "We should just shut down Community High School, it's a waste of time and space."

( Bitch what? )

Background info: Community High is the alternative school I attend. I chose to go there, and got in via a computer randomly picking 120 applicants for the freshment class of '09. It focuses on the arts, and we have no music program (except for Jazz Band), sports (save for Ultimate Frisbee) or AP/Honors classes. We call our teachers by their first names, and we have a homeroom equivalent called forum, in which we do stuff with our forum. We can stay in the same forum all four years of school, if we wish. The school is smaller than the district high schools, Huron and Pioneer. I am in district for Huron, FYI.

In a last minute decision, our teachers (aka, Tracy and Dean Judy) decided to take our school to see some dance thing at the Power Center. They decided on Wednesday, we're going tomorrow. So now, our schedules are fucked up.

Classes are only forty minutes long. We have all of them, because it's a stupid Friday schedule. Lunch is twenty minutes long. Seventh block was canceled because sixth block goes until 3:15.

All in all, I'm not happy. I don't think anyone is.

I'm just having an angry day, y'know?

Apparently, my friends were mistaken and I DIDN'T miss an assignment. So I've putting that test in Western Civ off for weeks, and now I can't take it in time for interum, which means my grade will be significantly lower than it should.

Sylvia was being a total moron in science. The rest of us were writing up the rest of that component of our project, and she kept asking what to do. I told her at least twice, "You can spiff up the presentation board". And instead of doing anything, she just leaned against the computer desk and stared dreamily into space (apparently a favorite pastime of hers; she always does it). AARGH.

Just got back from Sarah's house. We watched this movie she's obsessed with, "Clueless", which was kind of funny in a 1995 preppy Beverly Hills type of way. Then I played Sims 2 on her computer, and I was amazed and weirded out, then we surfed Gaia and LJ and played around with her dad's copy of Photoshop, making me yearn for it even more.

Pizza for dinner, during which she and I reminiscened (I know I spelled that wrong ><;;) to her dad about Ms. Link's class last year. :DDD I told him the Paper Clip Weapon story. I still ROFL when I tell it; it's kind of sad.


So now I'm feeling all depressed, because I miss the people I knew from Clague. The people at Community are so boring; school's not half as wacky as it used to be. Sad thing is, I'm starting to MISS 8th grade. I'm glad my closest bestest friends didn't give me any grief about going to Community; a lot of my friends at Commi told me that their friends were really pissed at them and doing the whole, "OMGWTF UR GOIN 2 COMYUNITI?!?!?!115421!".

But really, I don't appreciate people writing "Aw dang, you're going to Community" in my yearbook. Who knows, maybe I'm overreacting, but it's pretty damn annoying when the last communication you may ever get from this person is, "Aw dang, you're going to Community". Really, I already feel left out and miss my friends because I decided to go to the school; I don't need people shoving it in my face. I don't need you're fucking stupid opinions on a decision that ISN'T YOURS TO MAKE. Especially in my yearbook.

I had one ex-friend (if she was ever a friend to begin with) trying to convince me not to go there, because SHE thought it was a bad school. Eva may remember this--it happened in the auditorium during that one gym class we used to go to the Huron presentation in 8th grade. I was about ready to slap her (the ex-friend) across the face and tell her to STFU.

I love the school dearly, and will continue to attend there. But I always feel really sad whenever I talk to my friends from Huron and hear about how everyone else I know is doing. It's kind of weird too.

What do you know. Ann Arbor's finally getting some publicity. Do any fellow former Clagueites recognize a name in this article?

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