Well, it's now Tuesday. I had so much to do yesterday, i couldn't actually get on here to blog. So, I guess I'll strat with Monday events. I had work, which consists of basically "office bitch" work, as I like to call it. I pretty much do everything that no one else wants to do, with the help of another friend of mine that was given a job there, and since I get to tell her what to do, i don't necessarily consider myself the lowest on the food chain. Well, prior to work, school was a complete mess. I will never say this enough but I hate Monday's, especially since my school held a career day Friday there was so much I had to catch up on, as did everyone else. After work, insted of memorizing my lines for English class (Act 2 Sc. 6 lines 1-70) of "The Merchant of Venice", or doing my Algebra homework, or creating a very important History outline; I hungout with a friend, came home, and fell asleep watching Monday night football with my brother and some of his friends. I should probably give myself the whole "priority check" next time I want to do something of that nature, but school was really getting to me so it feels nice to put it behind me at some points, and do something I want to do. I watched "Operation Repo" for the first time yesterday, and for some reason I couldn't grasp the whole "I'm going to take your car" thing, until it was explained to me 3+ times. I find that completely wierd, but i guess "every action has an equal an opposite reaction" and if you don't pay your car bills, you don't deserve to have one.
Tuesday (Today): Well, today was a "typical tuesday" as some would say. I woke up at 6:30, showered, got ready for school, and sat around waiting for my brother to get ready. I can't wait until I have my own license and car and i'm able to do things on my own time. Wierdly enough, i was on time today, and walked into my first class ready to practice the lines I neglected to practice on Monday, and if you were wondering, I do have to present tomorrow. YES, TOMORROW.
--- "His hour is almost passed", "O' Ten times faster than Venus' pigeons fly, to seal loves bonds new made than they are wont. To keep obliged faith unforfeited." "Here comes Lorenzo,more of this hereafter." "Sweet friends, your patience for my long abode, not i but my affairs have made you wait. When you shall please to play the theives for wives, i'll watch as long for you then. Approach. Here dwells my father Jew. Ho! Who's within?"---
Well, those are about 1/4 of my lines, the only ones that I can actually memoirze without mixing up words, or stuttering,..etc. Anyway, after I got that class out of the way, i made my way to History. I HATE MY NEW HISTORY TEACHER SO MUCH. He doesn't underdstand effort, thinks everything has to be COMPLETELY right, and teachers only what he has too. I had Mr. Johnson at first, and i cou;dn't of been happier; the first 3 weeks of school I actually started to enjoy History, and understand what we were learning about. I'm going to have to do something to remain sane for the remainder of this year. The next class, and last class i'm going to write about is French. It is crazy. This is my third year, and i still couldn't tell you how to say the simple sentence "I am Alexa and I am in high school." And no, no, no, no it is NOT because I am unattentive, it comes down to the simple fact that I haven't actually had a steady teacher.. and now, this new one, is a complete maniac. She wears "belly-shirts" and has about a bajillion and a half tattoo's, and a good amount of piercings (which isn't necessarily a bad thing, but on her it isn't working out). But believe it or not, it isn't the tattoo's, or piercings, or the clothing that really urks me, it is 99.9% her personality. She completely LACKS social skills, and doesn't leave enough breathing room for students to learn. It's outrageous. In the end, i know i'll survive; so i'll just have to wait this year out. After school i headed to work and today wasn't bad at all. I explained the just of a couple of movies to a co-worker, filed a few papers, cleaned out some drawers, but i also told a lot of stories; which ALWAYS puts me in a good mood. I love to talk, basically letting others know exactly what is going on in my life gives me a sense of good feeling, and when they give me positive feedback it makes me feel like i'm doing something right; but don't get me wrong.. I DO NOT NEED THE OPINIONS OF OTHERS TO LIVE MY LIFE AT ALL, i just enjoy it, and if i'm able to get it then why not, right?!
Anyway, i came home around 5:30, watched the CSI:Miami I missed, and then cooked my brother some dinner, and ate something myself. I remember when I was about 6 I would watch Cops EVERY NIGHT with my dad, and wanted to be a cop for the longest time, my thoughts changed and I, then, had my heart set on being a forensic scientist; which is what got me into CSI. After looking more into jobs like those, it made me think more and more about the people that are effected because of crimes, violence..etc which then made me pick the career i know i am 100% set on now, which is a Psychiatrist.
Time to go do some MUCHHH needed homework :)
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