Guess who's baaaaaack?? Yep, you couldn't get rid of me that easily. Where have I been you may ask? I wish I had some wonderful and mind blowing tale of adventurer, but as it is, high school has been my only captor. Pathetic? Yes. But true, nonetheless. I feel like this should have been on a handout or something when I had started my freshman year-
Hello! Welcome to High School. Read the following and consider carefully:[] Decent grades[] Adequate sleep[] Social lifePlease choose two.I mean, even a warning subtle as that would have been most appreciated. BUT NO, no such helpfulness. You are merely thrust unsuspectingly into a fierce battle of monster-essays and ridiculous social politics. (Before anyone sarcastically points this out- yes, I am home schooled. Yes, I deal with BOTH of those things I mentioned- why would it write it otherwise?? I DO, in fact, have a life!) Why is it necessary to know geometry? I have yet to figure out it's appliance to life. Same with diagramming 33455672892468256 sentences in the allotted hour devoted to such torture. When will this apply? To see if the label on my peanut butter uses proper English? Do I care?? The answer, dear friends, is nay. But I'm told it will, somehow or other, prove useful in my life.
Upside to school? Uh........uh.......hold on here, I know there's got to be one somewhere..... Just kidding. I do enjoy the fact that activities which, for no apparent reason, went into hibernation over the summer, suddenly resurface and endow me with happiness. For instance; choir, theatreish related activities, sports. Well, not that
I actually play sports. But it's there. And I can go watch as my friends defeat some helpless opponent. And laugh. Okay, no, maybe not laugh- I'm not entirely cruel. (And I would like to point out, yet again, for clarification's sake, the fact that I do not play sports is due to personal choice- not the fact that I am home schooled. The coordination issues, along with some meager amount of human respect with which God has seen fit to give me, prevent me from partaking in these maiming events called "sports." My [home schooled] little brother, however, has taken part in I'm sure every possible sport imaginable. And who is the awesome sister that wakes up at some ridiculous hour on an otherwise perfectly good Saturday to watch his games? Me. Yeah. But let me say...whoever decided to schedule a soccer game for seven
in the morning ON A SATURDAY should seriously consider a psychologist. I mean, I didn't even know that hour existed on a Saturday!)
Anyway....... that's all for now. Because I am hungry. But kind of depressed, actually because I am not allowed to have DAIRY! Excuse me, doctor?? Ugh. Well, I mean, if I'm allergic, as he thinks I am, it's probably wise to avoid it. But still! That was pretty much my main food group! Do you realize how hard it is to find something (specifically, and dearest to my heart: JUNK FOOD) without any dairy in it! It's painful. I brought a package of m&ms with me to some place or other the other day, looked at the ingredients, and realized that, HM, these were not fit for the consumption of one who is lactose-intolerant. Pitiful. So I dispersed them among my friends, as they ate them in front of my face. Did I mention, PAINFUL?? OH dear... this might not be easy. But really... it's not so bad. Just no cheese.... no ice cream.... no happiness. Actually, that is not entirely true. God was merciful, and I can ( AND DO) still eat peanut butter. By the spoonful. Heck to the yes. Anyway, I'm really going now! More to come... hopefully, I am back for awhile this time.
