We had orientation today, it was splendid. I got my schedule, I'll post it some other time. It doesn't seem that I have to many classes with my friends, or at least the ones I've talked to today. I guess we'll see :P
I'm going camping tomorrow with Timmy. I forget where, but there will definetley be a long, picture filled blog on Saturday or Sunday, depending on when we get back, describing every second of our excellent adventure.
By the way, Bill and Ted's Excellent Adventure is a hilarious movie. I saw like, half a year ago, and it's freakin sweet. I don't really wanna describe it, but you should definitely get it sometime.
See yall on Saturday :D
Tuesday, August 26, 2008
Monday, August 25, 2008
1 WEEK OF SUMMER!
I have exactly one week till I start high school! This is nuts. I'm actually really excited, except for that whole learning part. I've been told that Armstrong is pretty much a magical party, except for that damn learning, humph.
I guess if my life were a book, Monday would end the middle school chapter of my life. So since I don't really have a book yet, here's my tiny middle school passage:
Through the gates of Sandburg I walked that sunny day in September. My friends and I were all eager. We had all attended the orientation, but nothing could have really prepared us for this. Our eager smiles, bright polos, and heavy backpacks filled with hopes immediately clashed with the angst filled hallway.
The first week was a blur. Forget my locker combo a hundred times, get lost way too much, get yelled at for running for fear of being late to class, and having to deal with all the smart ass seventh and eighth graders. We made friends and enemies, but mostly friends. People cliqued with others immediately. I was a GEEK!
Seventh grade rolled around and nobody was nearly as nervous. Almost everybody, including myself, had found there cool. While everybody else had to go through braces, I didn't. WOOHOO! I ditched the pink muscle shirt and Hawaiian tshirts, and became alot more comfortable with my surrondings. I went out with a girl for the third time, except I'm pretty sure that we were in love for a while. The teachers taught us not only the curriculum, but also things about people. It was a year of growth, sexual exploration, and puberty.
By the time we were in eighth grade not much had really changed, except for my voice. We were all a bit more mature, with better humor and more developed taste in music; nobody listened to Crazy Frog anymore. I dated around that year: Dana, Sabina, Charlotte, and Emi. And I really didn't care what people thought about my dating habbits, because I loved every minute of it, except the akward break ups. People formed opinions, and our cliques got smaller. In sixth and seventh grade I was friends with everybody. In eight grade, I was friends with a lot of people, but I had a main group I hung out with. Everybody became more exclusive I guess.
Now it's the last week of summer, and everybody's ready for high school. It's going to be a long fucking road.
I guess if my life were a book, Monday would end the middle school chapter of my life. So since I don't really have a book yet, here's my tiny middle school passage:
Through the gates of Sandburg I walked that sunny day in September. My friends and I were all eager. We had all attended the orientation, but nothing could have really prepared us for this. Our eager smiles, bright polos, and heavy backpacks filled with hopes immediately clashed with the angst filled hallway.
The first week was a blur. Forget my locker combo a hundred times, get lost way too much, get yelled at for running for fear of being late to class, and having to deal with all the smart ass seventh and eighth graders. We made friends and enemies, but mostly friends. People cliqued with others immediately. I was a GEEK!
Seventh grade rolled around and nobody was nearly as nervous. Almost everybody, including myself, had found there cool. While everybody else had to go through braces, I didn't. WOOHOO! I ditched the pink muscle shirt and Hawaiian tshirts, and became alot more comfortable with my surrondings. I went out with a girl for the third time, except I'm pretty sure that we were in love for a while. The teachers taught us not only the curriculum, but also things about people. It was a year of growth, sexual exploration, and puberty.
By the time we were in eighth grade not much had really changed, except for my voice. We were all a bit more mature, with better humor and more developed taste in music; nobody listened to Crazy Frog anymore. I dated around that year: Dana, Sabina, Charlotte, and Emi. And I really didn't care what people thought about my dating habbits, because I loved every minute of it, except the akward break ups. People formed opinions, and our cliques got smaller. In sixth and seventh grade I was friends with everybody. In eight grade, I was friends with a lot of people, but I had a main group I hung out with. Everybody became more exclusive I guess.
Now it's the last week of summer, and everybody's ready for high school. It's going to be a long fucking road.
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