School Day 2, and It Feels Like I've Been There For a Year

Here is how my day went:

Bio-It was the first bio class. We have 11 people, because the majority prefer shop, for some reason. We have three guys: Tyler, Nolan, and Florian. All the people I like are in that class. Mrs. Halldorson is crazy enthusiastic, which is not that sweet early in the morning. But it looks to be a fun class, and I'm pumped.

French: We did stuff with the past tense, which I had completely forgotten, but it's slowly coming back. We have a test on the Vandertramp stuff tomorrow, but I'm good with that. Florian is reading Voyage vers l'ouest. Poor Florian. That was a dumb book, with the daughter that looked like a man and that bank robber or whatever he is. I can't really remember. I just remember being happy when I finished that story. What other stories did we do last year? The one with the gorilla who escaped from the zoo...Goldilocks (or Boucles d'or)...oh yeah, Sammy the Seal! We had to call him Sammy le Seal because seal is foque and Mr. Lamers thought we weren't mature enough to handle that. Mr. Lamers photocopied Amanda's vocab, the ones where she wrote "Shino is hot", etc. It brought back memories and I MISS HER!!!

Creative Writing: I ended up having to read my stupid story about Axel the manly firefighter and the snot green aliens. It was embarrassing. It was totally not the best work. I had to hand it in and I can't even read my writing, so I don't know how Mrs. Hack is going to. Tomorrow we have Miss Graas (not Grass) teaching us, so not sure how that's going to work. I'm not really that big on sharing my stories.

Math 30: Mr. Farrell was confusing Florian again, asking him about Swiss cheese and then for some reason which I can't remember he was talking about the Muppets, and confusing Florian by asking if they had Sesame Street in Switzerland. Florian has a sweet accent. Julianna said yesterday that Salvador the Mexican exchange student looked like a troll, like those kind that are in cartoons and you put on the end of your pencil, with the jewel belly buttons and big hair, and I'm kind of starting to agree.

Spare: I had to walk a lot in this class. I found out I had spare with Mrs. Halldorson, so I went to her classroom and she informed me she was full, so she sent me to talk to Mr. Halyk to find a new spare. I was supposed to tell Korby if I saw him, and I saw him in a classroom but decided to let him find out on his own. Anyway, when I got to his office Lauren was there also, because she didn't know where to go. Mr. Halyk was looking for semi-empty classrooms, and he asked if there was Physics 20 and we said yes. He then asked (out of curiosity) why we weren't in physics. I was thinking of asking if that was a rhetorical physics. (Math+science+Mr. Zaluski=ugh) and Lauren and I were both like, "It's not our thing." And he's like, "how do you know?" And I was like, "because it has math in it." He then put his head in his hands like I was hopeless, and said, "you're a musician right? Music is all math!" But it's not like I look at music and multiply stuff. I just play it. It's not the same thing.
Anyway, Mr. Halyk just decided to put us all together (thank GOODNESS. I totally didn't want to be with just Korby) and after about fifteen minutes of waiting we were placed in Mr. Lamers' French 10 class along with Tyson Z, who also had spare (I think), and the other two Tysons who were in sped but were for some reason doing art. The French 10 class was so funny! I asked Lauren if it brought back memories of last year, and she said yeah, except they were dumber. Which is true. I want French 10 back. French 20 is fun too, but in French 10 we had Amanda and Zayne being stupid/funny and we all had inside jokes and stuff. But seriously, and I can't remember if I said this before, but if I can't have my friends in French class, I couldn't ask for better than Andra, Nolan, and Florian (even though I don't really know Florian, but he seems nice. He's crazy tall)

That was a lot of stuff to write for a nothing class. Wonky. I marked down what days we have band, and it's so stupid. Like, it's all random. It was way better on Mondays and Thursdays, but whatever. She's stupid. I figured out a good word for Miss Menzie: contrived. The official definition: obviously planned or forced; artificial; strained.
I have no AAA batteries which saddens me.
Anyhoo, I guess that's all for today. Ciao.