Withdrawal

Here was my day:

Chem: Boring. We're learning about molecular and acidic compounds Mr. Halyk sometimes checks my book to see where we are in our notes, and all that was showing was a chemical formula for something phosphate, and he knew where we were. We were also told to get a plastic page protector for our periodic table, and Heidi and I just got ours today. Ha. Mr. Halyk was talking about how you can tell what kind of formula something is by its name, and was illustrating this point by pointing out all the Ukrainians in the room and showing us how their names were similar. So there's Danyluk, Baraniuk, Kostiuk, and Kerri was like, "my last name's Koback," and he's like, "KoBACK," and she was like, "it's different though. It used to have an H at the end." Like Kobackh is going to be pronounced any differently than Koback. Mr. Halyk just looked at her and then started talking about something else. It was funny.

History: Mr. Halyk is so considerate. He knows I don't play sports and tries to steer clear of sports analogies. Today he made a band analogy. And I know for sure I'm the only one who doesn't play any sports so it's nice that he's trying to include me. It's about time someone killed the sports analogies. They don't make any sense to me anyway.

English: We finished up the childhood songs. I HAD TO LISTEN TO A BUNCH OF COUNTRY SONGS. It was HORRIBLE. All that country twang and slide guitar was giving me a headache. Kerri was so funny because she can't pronounce stuff. She kept stuttering and mispronouncing words, like "simularity" instead of "similarity" and of course, "averything".

CS20: Miranda and I FINALLY finished our program. It took SUCH a long time. Last class Ms. kept telling me to put my ELSEIF loop with GUESS$=SECRET$ at the TOP, and I was like, "I put it at the top and now the loop won't stop," and then she was like, "it can't go at the top! It has to go at the bottom, outside the loop!" Whatever. She's on crack some days. Last class Ryan got the program to work and I asked him to help me and he almost didn't; he was extremely reluctant. And today Ms. made him redo his program BECAUSE HE DID IT WRONG. I love retribution. Although his program was extremely creative. I mean, I never would have thought of what he did, and I think he should have gotten SOME credit for it. Anyway, he was freaking out, kind of like I did last class (Tourette's swearing, anyone?) and I, because I'm a nice person, took pity on him and helped him a bit. I was like, "need some help?" and he's like, "well, yeah, kind of..." and it was really sweet. He's too proud to ask for help. I'm not. I beg and grovel. I'm not ashamed of that fact.

IP: I didn't really do anything. I exchanged emails with mom and sent an email to Maria. Ms. usually just works at the desk or a computer, but today she unexpectedly made a circuit of the room and I was intently reading about the history of Easter for my Easter project thingie, and hoping that she didn't notice that Hotmail was minimized. She didn't. I think if the teachers really want to enforce this new rule about no games/email/IM whatsoever, they should learn to be more savvy. They're all so sweetly naive. "I was just looking for photos that I sent to myself on Hotmail! Of course I wasn't emailing anyone."

House is on in ten minutes. Wheee.
Ciao.