I’m sitting here in journalism and I’m a tad bit bored. And my butt is cold. You know your school’s science rooms and their unnatural cold-ness? Yeah. The journalism room is like… Three times as cold. Freezing. You know, high school is different than middle school but not by much. Some of the rooms are bit colder and teachers expect you to carry 5 really heavy text books around all day and home then back again but high school is just middle school, but more mature. A lot less drama. Which is really nice.
About my classes, I’m taking Spanish 30. My fourth year and I’m getting a bit sick of it. I wanted to switch to French but I have one of my best friends in Spanish. So I’m gunna take Spanish this year. I’m taking journalism (as you read) and it’s getting really confusing. So many legal issues. But I get to sit next to my best friend. She’s reading this. She says “hi.” She’s waving. It doesn’t really matter though because no one ever reads my journal. Avacado? Anyhoo, for a journalism exercise we had to interview something that we had in out pockets so I ended up interviewing a band-aid. Come on. What do you ask a band-aid? I ended up asking it…
1. Does your job get dirty?
2. Explain your strangest job.
3. What is the hardest thing about having so many different jobs?
4. Have you ever saved anyone’s life?
5. Why were you invented?
6. Do you have a “partner in crime?”
Yeah. Come on. Looser questions. I’d like to see you interview a band-aid!!!!! I’m retaking algebra. Ugg. It’s so easy! I want the teacher to let me jump ahead. My English class is pretty nice, it’s the only class where I don’t have to lug around a really heavy book every day.
 Azarhael Morganti · Sun Oct 01, 2006 @ 02:07am · 4 Comments |
