Semester+1+Final



I can hardly believe that I’m half way through. Half of my first year here in high school has passed. It hardly feels like a month and a half. It’s so different than middle school, and that’s great. I’d had enough of the same thing every day for three years in a row, and I was especially done with my obnoxious teacher. Loud and blonde. Not a fun class.

Foothill is great. It’s a small school with great teachers and you don’t do the same damn thing every single day. In the beginning it took a while for me to adjust, which some people noticed by my sudden ability to speak as soon as I had gotten a hold of Foothill life. It was also towards the beginning that I was given the name of Birdman in biology, even though I hate birds.

My grades aren’t as good as they could be, partly because this is a challenging school, but also partly because I have a tendency to procrastinate. But they could be worse, since I have four A’s and three B’s. I start my day off with art first period, which is a really nice class to have first thing. Second period is health with Ms. Adams, and yes, just like everyone else I like her class and her accent that is so hard to take seriously when she yells at people. Third period is biology with Mr. Duston, the man with no emotion. It’s an OK class as long as you do all the homework, even if you don’t do it right or even don’t try since he doesn’t read the answers. Then I go right across the way to English with Mr. Geib, which is a pretty good class, and since people started presenting their finals I’ve noticed that he says “outstanding” a whole damn lot. Fifth period is EDA, my least favorite class with my worst grade. It’s not that I don’t like technology or anything, the computers are slow, all the arbitrary folders annoy me, and I got in trouble for poking around in the back of the computer to plug in the monitor cable that just fell right out of my computer. Sixth period is PE with Ms. Stevens, which isn’t as horrible as I thought it would be coming in to high school. My favorite class is 7th period geometry with Mr. Villa, with all the strange things that happen and Jeff scaring away our TA: Mr. Man.

I’ve made new friends at foothill, and have gotten to be closer to an old friend than I was before, even though he was appointed as my arch nemesis: Catman. I’ve also kept in touch with some old friends, and have gotten back in touch with an old friend who moved to Texas, and together we started writing comedy rap and call our group “The Afro Gospel,” since the whole thing was inspired by his jew-fro that was so masterful that we decided that it needed its own song. When I finished writing the lyrics I was amazed that something that amazing had come from my brain. A lot of my friends are at other schools, though some of them because they’re still in middle school. One of them, nicknamed “The Doctor” is hoping to get into foothill, and I sure hope he gets in too.

I don’t do much in the way of extra-curricular activities. Even that’s a stretch, since all I do when I leave school is go home and procrastinate. I play a lot of video games, and at one point I was kind of scared that my video game playtime was affecting my real life. Not that I’m being paranoid, it seriously affected my mind over winter break. I was watching TV when one of those pop-ups for another show came up on the screen and I thought “yes! I got an achievement! Aww, dammit. I’m watching TV.” Then when I was riding home from Pasadena on the freeway I saw a nice car and my first instinct was to ram it and take it down, since I had been playing a lot of Burnout Paradise. But that doesn’t mean I’ll cut down on my game time.

At home I’ve been helping out a lot more than before, just doing kind of small things, taking out the trash, things like that. Also I’ve stopped fighting with my younger sister, and she has stopped doing everything in her power to royally piss me off. I have three cats, but used to have more since one has died, one ran away, and another left us for another family. Over the years we’ve had a bunch of kitties, three litters worth, adding up to thirteen kittens. The cats we have now are Jellybean, an amazing semi-retarded inbred cat, Pepper, Jellybean’s mom, and Theo, a fat black cat that sucks people’s earlobes. Along with those cats, we have a dog, Molly. I don’t quite like her a whole lot since she smells really bad and constantly gets into my trash and coats my floor with the super-compressed contents of the coffee can that serves as my trash can.

As far as religion goes, as of the first of this year (2011) I have converted to Pastafarianism, from Atheism. This decision was caused by a mob of those crazy people with “accept Jesus or BURN IN HELL!” signs that appeared after the Rose Parade. For those who don’t know, Pastafarianism is the belief in the Flying Spaghetti Monster, and is one of the most peaceful religions, as there have been no wars fought in the name of His Noodleyness. Also one of the strong points for me is that rather than just saying science is wrong, they explain that His Noodleyness reaches in with his noodley appendage and tampers with the results, and they go on to explain his reasoning for this. Also they don’t bash homosexuals, which always pisses me off about mainstream religion.

So far this has been a great year. Nothing horrible has happened, just in the beginning I was confused and conflicted to no end, but I’ve gotten things straightened out. Foothill is a great place for me: small, good friendly teachers, I sure like it. I’m also getting into Renaissance next semester if in fact that’s when it happens. I sure am looking forward to the tasty benefits. But now as my attention span wears thin and I have pulled through the thousand-word minimum, it’s about time I call it quits and get posting my essay to the wiki.