NO Manners on the Field

Since I have the pleasure of not having to deal with the same things that I did last year, I won't be talking about the same things much this year. This will probably be the first post that has nothing to do with teachers! *clap, clap, clap* Yay! But sadly, there is something that I must complain about. Due to my recent writer's block this may not be as funny as the last few but hey, I'm trying. For the sake of privacy I'll just call my subject "Jamie".

Jamie doesn't have respect for other people's belongings. She decides that if she's interested in something then she'll go on ahead and touch it without the other person's permission. This bothers me because Jamie likes to touch my belongings when I sit next to her in Algebra 2. It's not that my things are extremely valuable, it's just that I would like for her to ask FIRST.

It's funny, I was going to post this on Friday, but I waited too long to write it out and lost the emotion. Now that she's gone and done it again (even after the nasty look that I gave her the first time) she has successfully refueled the fire.

On Monday there was an activity that we were doing at the beginning of class. It was imperative that everyone had a graphing calculator for the activity, and if your neighbor didn't have theirs with them then you were asked to share.

I had mine, but my neighbor, Jamie, did not.

No biggie... I was in some-what of a good mood, so I shared. The activity went well, we got it done. After that we were given an assignment out of the book. It wasn't group work so I took my calculator back and kept it next to me so I could use it while I did my work.

There was one particularly hard problem so I moved to grab my calculator to use it, but when I did it wasn't where I had left it. I found it laying on Jamie's desk and she was using it to solve a problem of her own.

After she finished and placed it back on my desk she noticed that I was (purposely) giving her a nasty look and she smiled and thanked me for letting her borrow my calculator. STRIKE ONE.

The second offense. I've had a serious case of writer's block for quite a while and so I've taken up drawing as a form of expression. Well...maybe it's not exactly drawing. All I do is take a part of the lyrics to a song and write it down and decorate it. I guess you would cal it creative writing because I use a lot of my markers and pens to make it look pretty. I do that a lot in Algebra II during class because it helps me focus. One day, Jamie decided that she wanted to doodle on her hand with one of my markers. She grabs one, writes on her hand, and then puts it back in the wrong place. Since I'm OCD and I keep each marker in order by color in their little slots , when she moved it out of place she made my brain spaz out. I glared at her again and put the marker (rather loudly) back into place. This time instead of thanking me she just said "oh."

OH?! OH?!She put my things out of order and all she has to say for herself is OH??? When she did that she really angered me but I held it in...it was quiet in the classroom so I couldn't go off on her without being noticed, and even if I could I wouldn't have. I'm too nice for that. But anyway. STRIKE TWO.

The last offense bothered me the most. One of my favorite things about my binders this year is that all of them are black. I did this because I wanted a reason to ask my mom to buy me a silver Sharpie so that I could write on them. Armed with my silver Sharpie I doodle on my binders whenever I get bored and don't know what else to do. It was the end of class one day and since I already finished my assignment for homework I decided to doodle on my binder. I put down my marker for one second and next thing I know Jamie is doodling on my binder! She wrote a message on it and signed her name on it so that I knew it was her. I didn't say anything about it because I didn't want to explode. I was so angry that I couldn't do anything but read for the rest of the class period. STRIKE THREE! Shouldn't she be out?

I know that I'm not the only one in the world who has do deal with mannerless people and I think it's sad that so many people didn't listen to their mothers when they were younger.

Learn your manners! Don't touch other's posessions without permission!

The First Time They've Taken a Fire Drill WAY Too Seriously

I've never really had a major problem with fire drills. Usually the only problem that I have (if any problem at all) with them is the outdoor weather. It's either it's hor or it's cold... Well today was almost a totally different story. We did have a fire drill today but this time it was different. It interrupted my Chemistry quiz (giving me more time to think about the problem that I was on [thank god]) So everyone was pretty happy. I met up with Liz on the way to the designated fire drill location and we talked about how she was sun-burnt and the bright outdoors wasn't helping very much. Since she was in a totally different class we had to part in order to gather with our classes. In middle school we had to line up, but at some point in time the concept of the line escaped our minds...but that's a topic for a different post. It was burning up out there and I was the genius who didn't take off my jacket while I was still inside. We "lined up" outside the way we normally do and waited for the cue that tells us we could go back inside. When I say we waited I mean that we stood there talking and goofing around. It was alright before, I don't know what changed. Before we knew it the C.E.O and principals were yelling at us and telling us to move down past the dugout that my class was directly behind.There were approximately over 600 of us and they were asking us all to move down so much that we ended up being smushed together in the boiling heat...not exactly the most comfortable feeling in the world. They never complained about us being aligned with the dugout before but they chose the 2nd to last week of school to start. Does that make sense? That and the noise levels were both the norm for us and they just decided to try and change it...like THAT makes any sense.

More Money = More Benefits

So... the kindergarten graduation ceremony for my little sister wasn't too bad. It was cute. No really what I expected...but I didn't expect much. They did a cute little musical type thing before they did the actual graduation.None of them wore shoes because they were camping. As they were walking about barefoot I thought about how all of the parents at my school would jump in with their preferences. "Oh! My child has to wear socks!" or "Can she not wear a plaid shirt? The different colors do nothing to compliment her skin tone." If my school were to do something like this then I could probably imagine all of the multiple possibilities of what the parents could complain about. Haha!My school tries its best to keep the parents happy. Of course they should, they get enough money from them... I would be a bad thing if we were dissatisfied with anything. I guess our parents have every right to be spoiled. 2nd Cup of Coffee once every month (I think), that demented website called Renweb invented to keep our parents posted whenever we fail stuff (not when we pass...hopefully you can see the problem with that). All of those are designed to keep our parents happy (and Renweb was designed to make the student's lives miserable). I like that...that means we sorta get spoiled too.

The Curses of Chem....

you know what....I despise Chemistry. It's not just because the teacher bores me to heck either. I don't do math...and add math to science (which isn't exactly a subject that I've perfected yet) and you've got the spawn of Satan. I don't get the point of this class exactly, I mean it's not like I'm going to be a chemist when I grow up is it?? NO. *sigh* O.o I need to make a t-shirt at the end of the year, it's going to say "I survived a year in Chemistry." Notice that it doesn't implied that I passed... XD There's still hope (sorta...)