Channel Your Chi!

You can't stop a river 
As it rushes to the sea

You can try and stop the hands of time
But ya know it just can't be


You can't stop the beat, folks, and the toll of the schoolbell is calling y'all back. Yeah, you can't get out of it, no matter how hard you try.You can try to escape the clutches of waking up early, taking neat notes, and juggling fun courses with distasteful ones--but you know it just can't be. High school's a bit of a pain that way.

To the important things: my shed-jewel right now is kind of crappy, mainly because it contains Social Studies-like courses that I worked my butt off in just so I could get out of them when I passed them. I'm sure they're all interesting and stuff when I'm awake, alert, and unstressed-out, but considering the looks of this coming year, I'm also sure I'd be sleeping through them and waking up to a pop quiz or in-class essay from Hell.

Current Shed-jewel:
Day 1/3
1 - Gifted FUNCAL

Above: what high school is not like.

2 - Gifted World Issues
3 - University Biology
4 - World History from the 16th Century
Day 2/4
1 - Gifted FUNCAL
2 - [spare]
3 - Gifted English
4 - Gifted Chemistry

Hopeful Future Shed-jewel:
Day 1/3
1 - Gifted FUNCAL
2 - Gifted English
3 - Visual Art
4 - Food and Nutrition or Family Studies [something called Challenge and Change? :S]
Day 2/4
1 - Gifted FUNCAL
2 - Gifted Biology
3 - [spare]
4 - Gifted Chemistry

And now, to summarize my day! How fantabulously important this is! Firstly, I wish I could go back in time and super bitch slap my younger self. Oh, how vapid and foolish we were, with not a care about the world except for our Public Images. Geez, I feel a little stupid. But then, our brains were still developing so I can has excuse? :D

Secondly: Math was as math usually is, with Mo-ster being awesome and Gifted being Gifted. And loud. Thirty people, jeez louise, how are we supposed to get any work done? World Issues was interesting, the teacher was nice, it left us with stories to tell, but I just couldn't stay awake through it. Sorry, Ms. Johnson--I'm a terrible Humanities student. Biology was blah. It left me with one question: why are Academic classes so damn quiet? and why are Gifted classes SO DAMN LOUD?!?!

Also, Iliescu talks much slower. -- SHINY TOY GUNS BREAK:

We're gonna ride the racecars
We're gonna dance on fire
We're the girls Le Disko
SUPERSONIC OVERDRIVE!

--Aaaannnd we're back! -- Lastly, World History. Funnest class I had all day. Matheson is a funnybone. Seating plans suck. The Church is oddsicles. And, once again, I'm dropping a good course because I won't stay awake through it and likely won't get a "good enough" mark from it. Sadface for the Gifted Rat Race. =(

IN CONCLUSION: 
High school is challenging. High school is vapid. High school is "fun". High school is threatening. High school is HIGH. WHY ARE PEOPLE SO TALL. I'm sorry. I'm being a hypocrite and incredibly shallow. It's just that it both fascinates and scares me a little how tall everyone is. It's like I'm about to enter a forest of denim and skirts. Is that what University is like? The Forest of Denim and Skirts?

Nonetheless, I almost wish the time for acceptances would get here already so we can build Study Note Mountain, fret over fluorescent sheets of paper with numbers and lines on them, go to prom (? more on that later), "dance" like jello people undergoing seizures, get our caps and gowns, and get the heck out of Woburn.

Haha, if I was Superhighschooler, my weakness would be Woburnite. I made a punny.

I will go sleep now. As you could probably glean from this distractedly-written, slow-paced, snarky-and-lazy blogpost, I need to channel my chi into brain-building sleep and STOP USING SO MANY HYPHENS.

Good night, Blogosphere, and let us hope your high school years are/were not as dreadfully lame as mine are/were.

Signing off,
Magasawrus.
"Chocolate for most women is like catnip for most cats--freakin' ambrosia, mannn."