Secondly, the high school is going under construction this year. They're adding on to what has been added before...In 2005, the school board estimated the class of 2015 to be around 300 when we enter high school. Psht. My class is the largest so far, a whopping 407 students. (There's about 1,700 students in the high school.) And they said that the construction won't be done 'til our SENIOR YEAR. Or maybe that's a rumor.... probably.
I'm just going to highlight and rant about things that happened. Here we go.
*First Day of School*
*First Day of School*
Okay so the first day of school wasn't as hectic as I thought it would be. It actually went pretty smooth. All my classes were introductions/orientation kinda things, so no learning. :)
My first class is Tech Ed., and apparently mostly guys took this class. My friend Lindsay, this other girl Sara, and I are the only girls in our class! It's kinda depressing but it's also good, in a way. Lindsay and I walked to class together. It was freakin' awkward because we got there when two other kids were snoozing on the tables. One of them is this spontaneous, chubby sophomore named Andrew Schnepp, and the other a freshman named Jackson Strange. Strange, isn't it? (haha) Sara walked in after more guys came, and she said, "Are there going to be other females in this class?" Lindsay and I looked at each other and replied her question sadly. :'(
My second period class is Algebra 2, and here's the deal. One, I can't remember anything from 7th grade Algebra. Two, there's only 2 freshman in my class. And three, my teacher had my older brother, Joshua, when HE was a senior! HA! My mom told me that they didn't get along so well, so I didn't mention anything. Don't want to stir up any memories, even though it was like, 10 years ago...
I hate social studies. I hate history. I hated 8th grade social studies. Pre-AP Social Studies 8. Worst class ever. EVER! I FAILED THAT CLASS!! (not really I got a B) And, of course, I'm already falling asleep in social studies on the first day of school...
I have Honors Biology with my good friend, Rose. My teacher creeps me out. Maybe it's because she wears golf shirts, maybe it's because she's from New Jersey, maybe it's because she holds a Mets baseball bat while she teaches. I don't know what it is, but I don't like her. She creeps me out.
I'll describe lunch on the first day of school in 8 words: sunny, new, crazy, yummy, and just plain AWKWARD. I have like, no friends in my lunch. All my good friends are in 8th period lunch. Lindsay, Rebeckah, Eliza, Marie, Elise, Courtney, Rose, and more I can't recall at the moment. All in 8th period lunch. So THEREFORE, I sit with Nikki (a new Filipino girl from Chicago), Gabriella, Holly, Olivia, Gabriella's friends, and Lilliana. :-/ Olivia is nuts. She has this old tin Spiderman lunchbox. She's so weird it's hysterical.
But Lilliana just sits there and eats her sandwich quietly. Nikki and I were asking her questions like, how her day went and what classes she has. She just answered simple answers and didn't give detail. I mean, have a dang conversation for all heck! It's probably because she was a bit overwhelmed by going to an American high school with like, a thousand kids.
After lunch I have German 3. Gabriella and Lindsay are in my class! And we have the good teacher! Herr Baysinger teaches German 3, German 5, Russian 2, Russian 6, AND Spanish 2. HOW COOL IS THAT!! Man, I wish I was quad-lingual. (?) Haha and Herr Baysinger teaches his classes in JUST the language, so when class started he talked in German only...all us freshmen who had Herr Costigan last year were like, whaaaaatt??? oh wait, I mean, wwaaaaaasss?? Haha but I think I've learned more from Herr Baysinger in a week than I did a whole year with Herr Costigan... -_-
Art. Is. Nuts. Maggie, Holly, and Maliha are in my class, and, it's nuts. We were drawing our shoes and Maliha had a flip flop on...haha let's just say it didn't go so well...
Ummm, English this year is boring. The only good thing is that Elise and Maliha are in my class, and the construction is right outside the window. The worker guys were singing Journey's "Don't Stop Believing" and pounding away at the steel. :)
I LOVE GYM CLASS!!!! Well, the first day of school was nothing much. I'll explain later.
*Wednesday, Sept. 7*
Tech Ed. was awkward again.
In History I fell asleep. Literally, fell asleep. My teacher was rambling on about how the civil war is related to something...I don't even remember.
Lunch was pretty bad. Lilliana was late, and our table was already full. There was an empty table next to us, so we told her she could sit there; and we'd turn around and talk to her. Within a few minutes her table was filled with these crazy guys. She turned away and ate quickly. Nikki was in the middle of asking me about my classes, and Lilliana just... left. She just left! She just got up and left! Wha-? I can understand the fact that she doesn't know any of those guys, but at least make an effort to say hi! WTF! I told my mom about what happened and she said it was all my fault. Hey, it's not my fault my table was filled with my friends. I know it was the 2nd day of school, but still. It's not my fault.
This kid in my gym class always watches me and my friend Kate. He broke his leg so he can't do gym and has to sit on the side. I think his name starts with a 'C'. I don't even know. But it REALLY freaks me out...maybe it's because Kate and I are always dancing and making weird faces at Maggie and Maliha, but whatever the case, he better stop. Or else. Or else I'm going to attack him or something. *shudders
*Thursday, Sept. 8*
Today I was reading my email and got one from my Filipino friend, Kristin. She blogs too, and I decided to blog as well. (The rest will be history. :D)
Okay so at lunch, Nikki, Holly, and I were ranting (Thursdays are rant days), and Nikki mentioned Lilliana. There was like 10 minutes left, and she wasn't here. I don't know where she was or why she didn't come, but something inside me twitched. "Maybe she isn't here 'cuz of yesterday", Nikki glared. I felt bad. But I also felt like I had accomplished something. I felt like something bad happened, and was going to happen, and let me tell you, I was right.
On to something more joyous...GYM!! :) We did this "fitness test" in class so our teacher can see our ability and how much we need to progress throughout the year. We were in the weight room, because it was raining and because the other gymnasiums were being used. We were doing this timed sit-up test. You do as many sit-ups as you can in a minute while your partner holds your feet down and counts. My partner was Maliha. Since there's a limited amount of space in the weight room, we had to do it in 2 or 3 groups by the dumbbells and dirty towels. -_- Maliha and I were in the last group, which is when most of the guys went. My other friend, Marie, was watching us... So, it's about halfway through the minute and somebody moans. Some kids who were watching giggled and the teacher walked near us and mumbled something. Once we're done, the teacher had to take height and weight measurements, so she said we could just talk. Maliha had to tinkle, so Marie and I were talking.
Zandra(me): "What happened while I was doing sit-ups?"
Marie: "What do you mean?"
Z: "I heard someone moan.."
M: "OH! Hahaha Blake hit his head off that dumbbell!!"
Z: "Psht really? How?"
M: "He kept scooting back when he was going his sit-ups, and eventually bonked his head!!""
Z: "Hahahaha!! Look at him! He's holding his head!"
*laughter
M: "Haha yeah and when he hit is head he made some noises and just laid there!"
*more laughter
Z: "Haha what did the teacher do?"
M: "She just ignored him and was singing to herself!"
Z: "Wow...oh my god look at Blake!"
M: "He looks like he's going to pass out!!"
*hysterical laughter
Z: "Haha what if he hit his head again.."
M: "That would just make my day!! Haha!"
*laughter
[Then we started reminiscing about 3rd grade..]
Z: "Haha you know what his expression reminds me of?"
M: "What."
Z: " Remember in 3rd grade when you, your sister, my sister and I, we all were playing on my one neighbor's old play set?"
M: "Haha no.."
Z: "Remember how your sister was wearing those plastic, blue dress-up shoes? And how she was on the monkey bars?"
M: "Still no.."
Z: "Remember how she flung her shoes off and one of 'em hit my sister in the face!?"
M: "NO?!?!"
Z: "Haha well it broke, and Blake's face looks like my sister's face!!"
M: "HAHAHA!!! Now I remember!!"
*belly laughter
M: "Wait, your sister's FACE broke because of a plastic SHOE my sister flung at her?!?!""
Z: "HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! Nooo!!! The SHOE broke!!!"
M: "OH! Hahaha"
*crazy hysterical laughter
We just kept laughing like maniacs the rest of class. Hahaha and when we were walking to the buses after school, Marie and I saw Blake.....his hand on his head and his face full of pain. :D
*Friday, Sept. 9*
In Biology class, we watched this Bill Nye video about microorganisms. Sadly, Bill wasn't as funny and weird as he was in the science videos of the olden days (3rd grade!). I'm pretty sure I have to write some summary or something about the video, but I can't remember what happened. I'm also pretty sure that I caught up on my sleep that period...
Here's the story with Lilliana at lunch. She got her schedule changed and is now in 8th period lunch. :D That's good for the both of us because I don't have to suffer awkwardness, and she gets to have lunch with the other foreign-exchange students. :) Yay.
I STILL LOVE GYM!!! Today we played this game. I forget what it's called but what it is, is that you pass the tennis ball to someone and say their name, you cant let it touch the ground, and only one person can hold the ball. If some one messes up, we have to start all over in the same order.. AND everyone has to touch the ball in the fastest time. First we started in a circle, and then we got in a line and tried it.
Riggs passed the ball to me and then I passed it to Austin. And let me say, THEY ARE FRIGGIN' TALL!! Haha so when we were in the line they were literally talking to each other over my head. (Thank you, genes, for my HEIGHT.) I was like a fence! Then our class huddled up and tried to beat the previous class's time, 3.2 seconds. Everyone was giving their ideas and flailing around trying to demonstrate their idea. This kid was in front of me and I was pointing my finger in a circular motion. Apparently I touched his butt, but here's the conversation Riggs and I had:
My first class is Tech Ed., and apparently mostly guys took this class. My friend Lindsay, this other girl Sara, and I are the only girls in our class! It's kinda depressing but it's also good, in a way. Lindsay and I walked to class together. It was freakin' awkward because we got there when two other kids were snoozing on the tables. One of them is this spontaneous, chubby sophomore named Andrew Schnepp, and the other a freshman named Jackson Strange. Strange, isn't it? (haha) Sara walked in after more guys came, and she said, "Are there going to be other females in this class?" Lindsay and I looked at each other and replied her question sadly. :'(
My second period class is Algebra 2, and here's the deal. One, I can't remember anything from 7th grade Algebra. Two, there's only 2 freshman in my class. And three, my teacher had my older brother, Joshua, when HE was a senior! HA! My mom told me that they didn't get along so well, so I didn't mention anything. Don't want to stir up any memories, even though it was like, 10 years ago...
I hate social studies. I hate history. I hated 8th grade social studies. Pre-AP Social Studies 8. Worst class ever. EVER! I FAILED THAT CLASS!! (not really I got a B) And, of course, I'm already falling asleep in social studies on the first day of school...
I have Honors Biology with my good friend, Rose. My teacher creeps me out. Maybe it's because she wears golf shirts, maybe it's because she's from New Jersey, maybe it's because she holds a Mets baseball bat while she teaches. I don't know what it is, but I don't like her. She creeps me out.
But Lilliana just sits there and eats her sandwich quietly. Nikki and I were asking her questions like, how her day went and what classes she has. She just answered simple answers and didn't give detail. I mean, have a dang conversation for all heck! It's probably because she was a bit overwhelmed by going to an American high school with like, a thousand kids.
After lunch I have German 3. Gabriella and Lindsay are in my class! And we have the good teacher! Herr Baysinger teaches German 3, German 5, Russian 2, Russian 6, AND Spanish 2. HOW COOL IS THAT!! Man, I wish I was quad-lingual. (?) Haha and Herr Baysinger teaches his classes in JUST the language, so when class started he talked in German only...all us freshmen who had Herr Costigan last year were like, whaaaaatt??? oh wait, I mean, wwaaaaaasss?? Haha but I think I've learned more from Herr Baysinger in a week than I did a whole year with Herr Costigan... -_-
Art. Is. Nuts. Maggie, Holly, and Maliha are in my class, and, it's nuts. We were drawing our shoes and Maliha had a flip flop on...haha let's just say it didn't go so well...
Ummm, English this year is boring. The only good thing is that Elise and Maliha are in my class, and the construction is right outside the window. The worker guys were singing Journey's "Don't Stop Believing" and pounding away at the steel. :)
I LOVE GYM CLASS!!!! Well, the first day of school was nothing much. I'll explain later.
*Wednesday, Sept. 7*
Tech Ed. was awkward again.
In History I fell asleep. Literally, fell asleep. My teacher was rambling on about how the civil war is related to something...I don't even remember.
Lunch was pretty bad. Lilliana was late, and our table was already full. There was an empty table next to us, so we told her she could sit there; and we'd turn around and talk to her. Within a few minutes her table was filled with these crazy guys. She turned away and ate quickly. Nikki was in the middle of asking me about my classes, and Lilliana just... left. She just left! She just got up and left! Wha-? I can understand the fact that she doesn't know any of those guys, but at least make an effort to say hi! WTF! I told my mom about what happened and she said it was all my fault. Hey, it's not my fault my table was filled with my friends. I know it was the 2nd day of school, but still. It's not my fault.
This kid in my gym class always watches me and my friend Kate. He broke his leg so he can't do gym and has to sit on the side. I think his name starts with a 'C'. I don't even know. But it REALLY freaks me out...maybe it's because Kate and I are always dancing and making weird faces at Maggie and Maliha, but whatever the case, he better stop. Or else. Or else I'm going to attack him or something. *shudders
*Thursday, Sept. 8*
Today I was reading my email and got one from my Filipino friend, Kristin. She blogs too, and I decided to blog as well. (The rest will be history. :D)
Okay so at lunch, Nikki, Holly, and I were ranting (Thursdays are rant days), and Nikki mentioned Lilliana. There was like 10 minutes left, and she wasn't here. I don't know where she was or why she didn't come, but something inside me twitched. "Maybe she isn't here 'cuz of yesterday", Nikki glared. I felt bad. But I also felt like I had accomplished something. I felt like something bad happened, and was going to happen, and let me tell you, I was right.
On to something more joyous...GYM!! :) We did this "fitness test" in class so our teacher can see our ability and how much we need to progress throughout the year. We were in the weight room, because it was raining and because the other gymnasiums were being used. We were doing this timed sit-up test. You do as many sit-ups as you can in a minute while your partner holds your feet down and counts. My partner was Maliha. Since there's a limited amount of space in the weight room, we had to do it in 2 or 3 groups by the dumbbells and dirty towels. -_- Maliha and I were in the last group, which is when most of the guys went. My other friend, Marie, was watching us... So, it's about halfway through the minute and somebody moans. Some kids who were watching giggled and the teacher walked near us and mumbled something. Once we're done, the teacher had to take height and weight measurements, so she said we could just talk. Maliha had to tinkle, so Marie and I were talking.
Zandra(me): "What happened while I was doing sit-ups?"
Marie: "What do you mean?"
Z: "I heard someone moan.."
M: "OH! Hahaha Blake hit his head off that dumbbell!!"
Z: "Psht really? How?"
M: "He kept scooting back when he was going his sit-ups, and eventually bonked his head!!""
Z: "Hahahaha!! Look at him! He's holding his head!"
*laughter
M: "Haha yeah and when he hit is head he made some noises and just laid there!"
*more laughter
Z: "Haha what did the teacher do?"
M: "She just ignored him and was singing to herself!"
Z: "Wow...oh my god look at Blake!"
M: "He looks like he's going to pass out!!"
*hysterical laughter
Z: "Haha what if he hit his head again.."
M: "That would just make my day!! Haha!"
*laughter
[Then we started reminiscing about 3rd grade..]
Z: "Haha you know what his expression reminds me of?"
M: "What."
Z: " Remember in 3rd grade when you, your sister, my sister and I, we all were playing on my one neighbor's old play set?"
M: "Haha no.."
Z: "Remember how your sister was wearing those plastic, blue dress-up shoes? And how she was on the monkey bars?"
M: "Still no.."
Z: "Remember how she flung her shoes off and one of 'em hit my sister in the face!?"
M: "NO?!?!"
Z: "Haha well it broke, and Blake's face looks like my sister's face!!"
M: "HAHAHA!!! Now I remember!!"
*belly laughter
M: "Wait, your sister's FACE broke because of a plastic SHOE my sister flung at her?!?!""
Z: "HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! Nooo!!! The SHOE broke!!!"
M: "OH! Hahaha"
*crazy hysterical laughter
We just kept laughing like maniacs the rest of class. Hahaha and when we were walking to the buses after school, Marie and I saw Blake.....his hand on his head and his face full of pain. :D
*Friday, Sept. 9*
In Biology class, we watched this Bill Nye video about microorganisms. Sadly, Bill wasn't as funny and weird as he was in the science videos of the olden days (3rd grade!). I'm pretty sure I have to write some summary or something about the video, but I can't remember what happened. I'm also pretty sure that I caught up on my sleep that period...
Here's the story with Lilliana at lunch. She got her schedule changed and is now in 8th period lunch. :D That's good for the both of us because I don't have to suffer awkwardness, and she gets to have lunch with the other foreign-exchange students. :) Yay.
I STILL LOVE GYM!!! Today we played this game. I forget what it's called but what it is, is that you pass the tennis ball to someone and say their name, you cant let it touch the ground, and only one person can hold the ball. If some one messes up, we have to start all over in the same order.. AND everyone has to touch the ball in the fastest time. First we started in a circle, and then we got in a line and tried it. Riggs passed the ball to me and then I passed it to Austin. And let me say, THEY ARE FRIGGIN' TALL!! Haha so when we were in the line they were literally talking to each other over my head. (Thank you, genes, for my HEIGHT.) I was like a fence! Then our class huddled up and tried to beat the previous class's time, 3.2 seconds. Everyone was giving their ideas and flailing around trying to demonstrate their idea. This kid was in front of me and I was pointing my finger in a circular motion. Apparently I touched his butt, but here's the conversation Riggs and I had:
Riggs: "Hey you just touched his butt. I saw you touch his butt. Why'dja do that?"
Me: "No I didn't. Well if I did, I didn't mean to, not on purpose."
Riggs: "Nuh-uh I saw you touch his butt..."
Me: "Hey I didn't mean to! Why you accusing me? You jealous? Do ya want ME to touch your butt?"
Riggs: *silence*
Hahaha! Of course Marie was witnessing the whole thing and burst out laughing. Austin was watching too, chuckled and told Riggs he should've said yes...Oh and by the way, our time was 1.88 seconds. WERK! Oh man. I love 9th period P.E. ;)
Wow. I can't believe I survived the first week of my Freshman Year.
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