Well, here I am sitting in front if my computer, ready to blog. There is an ambulence passing by, and the siren is blaring...what a beautiful day. Anywhoot, I should be writing my AP History essay right now, but if I can't even write this simple essay, then how can I be able to take the class? Mr. Stinorth (or however you spell his name) said that if you want to take this class, then it is A LOT of hard work and dedication. And I'm, lets face it, a lazy a$$. I mean, can someone be dedicated to Basketball, Choir, other classes, and ooOOoohhh, AP History as well? I mean, I do want it, like really bad, but what are my chances? Slim. Very slim. HEY COOL! The ice cream truck passed by and my next-door neighbor (Gary) bought meh some ice cream..what a good guy. Ahh...it's a...*reads wrapper* "Klondike Fudge Grande Choco Taco". Yumm. I wonder how long certain ice creams stay in ice cream trucks. I mean, what if it doesn't sell well? Does the ice cream truck man/woman just leave it there until someone buys it, under the impression that since it's frozen, it will never spoil? Where do they get the ice ceam in the first place? And what of the ice cream truck seller people? Did they dream of, as a kid, to become an ice cream truck man? Or are they just sad people who've made a lot of mistakes in their lives? Oh please God, I don't want to end up becoming an ice cream truck woman. I'd rather be a big fat bus driver lady with an attitude and mullet who lives in a trailer park!! Wait, no i wouldn't....besides, ice cream is involved. Yumm. Er, anyways, back to the point. The main question for our essay is: WAS THE U.S. INVASION OF IRAQ JUSTIFIED? And the sad thing is....I don't know. I mean, I don't even care. Yes, I know I should, but things like war and 9/11 force me to zone out and I tend to avoid it. Besides, I bet majority of the class will be made up of Magnet kids (no offense to any who'll read this post). I mean, Mr. Stinorth mainly teaches Magnet kids, so they know his style, and they know what he wants. And they have a higher chance of getting in. Also, after the meeting, I was the last of the people to get out of the class, and I turned around to look behind me, and there were all these kids in there talking to the teacher, and they were, yes, you guessed it, Magnet kids! Oh well. That's not the only thing to worry about. There's also this Science report we have to do on Planets. I feel as if this years' Science class is a dull repeat of last year with Mr. Slagle. Boo. Plus, in our Science class (w/ De Leon) anyone who has an 98% or higher won't have to take the Final, and the only person that applies to is Lanz. (Damn you!!) Then, there's the English Summer Assignment. A COMIC?!? Are you stupid people crazy? What of us, the artistically and creatively challenged kids?? And the books we have to read...LAME. The Lord of the Dance Flies or something, To Kill a Mockingbird (which I've read before when I was in 3rd grade and I didn't understand a word of it), and The Catcher in the Rye. Hillbilly books, all of them. Whatever happened to the long list you could choose from, damn it? Ahh, English teachers these days. Well, my dream of working at the hospital over the summer is actually going to come true. My mom said that I have to apply for the job at a program, because she said that the program would pay me, but the hospital wouldn't. Very technical...but very worth it. I'd be getting paid to file stuff and run errands in a hospital. Not the best job over the summer, but it's my first. Besides, I bet there's air conditioning. I think. Damn, if there wasn't I'd be like, "What kind of place is this?" then I'd either be ignored and I'd quit, or I'd be fired. I can imagine it now. Being at my second job interview and the interviewer asks, "So, why did you quit your last job?" And I'd say, "Because they didn't have any air conditioning.." Odd silence. I'd try to break the ice by responding with,"Whaaat, it was hot" And then they'd be like, "Okay, well...we'll call you..don't bother calling..just...wait for our call. Buh bye." We keep practicing job interviews in Life Skills that I've practically memorized the answers. I feel as if I've improved my kissing-a$$ strategy. Boo. My ice cream's all gone. I want another one! Oh well. I think I'll read about the war and do a bit of research before I actually start writing my essay. I'd better get started or else I won't end up writing a good essay. But...I've never written a good essay before anyways, so I have nothing to worry about. Nyeh. Oh well. Besides, tomorrow I won't have time to write the essay, because I'm going to the Plotkin Center. For Choir. Plotkin is some rich family who donates money to kids who are involved in musak in ERHS. This is my first time going. Wish me luck! Blog ya later...