Journal Without A Title

Uh, seriously. I didn't title it.

Yesterday morning Caitlin put her field hockey stuff against a column support by the music and drama hallway, and when the bell rang she didn't come to collect the stuff. I know because I stuck by the stuff so that I knew she'd get it. Stephanie was waiting there with me as I looked around for Caitlin, but as class time loomed closer, she eventually said she'd take the stuff for Caitlin because she had the same first hour as her. I was still uneasy about the idea, but it was the best option for the time, so we all split up and went to our separate class rooms.

Chemistry was a lecture by Mr. Callaghan almost the whole hour. I forget what it was about, even though I was listening. Callaghan isn't a typical lecturer, though, and is quite amusing. He adds twists of "sly" humor to everything, often babbles and goes on a few related tangents (ever so slightly related) each day. I like him. He also assigns related, helpful homework whenever he does give it out.

His class is also a class I can afford to write my journals in. I suppose that could be partly due to the fact that I can somehow listen to him and write something at the same time. Uhm . . . as in not taking notes. Because everything we do in class will be gone over on the homework. And everything on the tests is closely related to something we had on the homework.

"I don't want to guess, I want to look!"

The Calc was pretty much the same as every other day, too. We pulled out our homework, and I corrected the problems that I had, since I did my Calc homework using my Chemistry problem numbers by mistake. While he was going through how to add up our points, I wrote a short note on the top of the page, telling him why I had some problems extra on the page and why I was missing a few. All in all, they matched up pretty well, but for Mr. Scott I don't think it'll be good enough. I'll find out at the beginning of class.

After checking over the homework we finished taking notes on the section we started on Friday, and I made sure to write the homework on the rest of the section. Scott finished the notes with fifteen minutes to go, and I would have jumped on the chance to get homework finished, but as I got paper out, Scott read out that we were having another fire drill in just a couple of minutes. So I packed up and waited. The drill took longer to start than we thought, and while we waited for the alarms, Scott put a golf tournament on the board from his laptop. I mean, really?

Our class was one of the few classes that took their backpacks on the drill. So while everyone else had to go back to their second hour to collect their stuff, I got to go straight to third hour. Although I am really starting to dread going to the class.

German started out alright, I guess. We pretty much just went over our skits we did on Friday and preformed them in front of the class. We also had to sign up for a time to do a speaking test with Frau Schmid over the week. The first half of the hour was fine.

When I got down to the lunch room I realized I forgot my check in the classroom and that I didn't have any money. Ted was nice enough to help me out, and I promised I'd pay him back today. Unfortunately, I got my money out to pay him back, but I forgot it on my dresser. And the food I got tasted disgusting. I'd have been better off with a bag of pretzels; they taste better and cost a lot less. So lunch pretty much sucked.

The second half of German we continued what we were doing, but I couldn't concentrate at all. It's not like we're learning anything anyway. But I got called on at some points and both times I made a fool of myself. Not that I really care anymore.

English was a bit better. We went over ways to write essays, read a couple of examples and that's about it. I still wasn't able to concentrate much, but that could be because this one essay was just stupid. All I remember from it is axes, railroads and cause and effect. That doesn't really make much sense.

Then down in the Art room I finished taping up my stencil so it would stick to my canvas correctly, and then Autumn spray painted over them. It was cold inside and only just a bit chilly outside. But I only have to do my fence stencil tomorrow--cut it out and paint it--and then paint the foreground. If I didn't have to leave early today, I'd actually meet the deadline.

What's up with the word "deadline?" It doesn't make much sense. What line is dying? Timeline? So then why is it dead? Is due date--no, that just sounds funny.

It was freezing outside when I got out on the field. My socks were able to keep me somewhat warm, but I wasn't consistently not cold.

As usual, we had a five minute warm-up, even though I didn't get so warm. Then, as unusual, Coach made us jog around the school, baseball fields, tennis courts and back to our benches. It might not seem like a lot, but it was pretty much around the perimeter of our campus, and our campus ain't too small. Still, it only took us about ten to fifteen minutes and it didn't kill me like long jogs normally . . . did. Throughout the whole jog I stayed with pretty much the same people: Katie and some ahead of me and Sarah behind me (until the very end, when it flip-flopped. I wish Sarah and I were on more friend-like terms . . . at least).

At the end of the jog, some soccer person (I think it was Trevor) kicked a ball into my feet from the side and all of the others started cheering. Uhm, really? Idjits.

Then the coaches talked to us for a while before JV and Varsity split up on the field in our separate practices. The concepts of what we were doing were about the same, but the way we were doing them was different. And intermingling the teams might throw us off our game a bit. Or something. I dunno. We've done things intermixed before.

But it was alright, the drills. My shots on goal were awesome . . . at first, but they steadily got worse. It didn't really matter, though, because at that point--when my shots sucked--I was doing just as well as most of the JV team. Although Tara almost took out Coach Keeley.

Then for the rest of the time we played six on five, plus goalie. The goal was for the forwards and mids to learn how to get through packed circles, but I think for as long as we were practicing, only two goals were made. Coach kept stopping our play to help the offense, so I only hope they learned something.

We finished practice kind of early, and none of the parents were around to pick us up, so we played queen of the box again. Leonie got me out within five seconds, but it's still an awesome game. And people are getting better at protecting their balls now, so it lasted a lot longer than usual. So we only played one game of it.

We ate almost immediately upon getting home. Which was awesome, because after such a terrible lunch, my stomach was rumbling. Then right after I finished, I put some dishes in the dishwasher and then went downstairs to work on my Calculus homework. Even though I had . . . three or four problems left, the next one was huge and I already spent an hour on it. So I called it quits. Then I worked on my Chemistry, which also took about an hour, but I had taken about a half hour break in that time. Well, in the middle of the work. I spent an hour, broken up, on it.

I need breaks to keep concentrated on my homework. Otherwise I'll get frustrated and then throw the stuff across the room, probably never revisiting it to finish it up. That is my anger management . . . sometimes. I think I need a better system, because walking and talking won't work for I have no time!

Anyway, I didn't have time to get to my German research homework. I kind of give up in that class, though. There's really no point in it anymore. Maybe if Frau Schmid changes her ways dramatically I'll be a student for her, but this way . . . I'll treat her like I did Konnet and Mattner. Why is there always one teacher I can't stand each year? And as of right now, I don't see any likeness between the three of them. Maybe Schmid and Konnet.

This morning, then, I forgot three things: my contacts (crap), money for Ted (sorry) and a head band. I did dress up, but it's a skirt and high hells, so it sucks. At least it's kinda warm. Walking downstairs is a night mare, though. Up stairs aren't that great, either.

The bus driver really ticked me off this morning. He was hell-bent on keeping the lights on in the back of the bus for no apparent reason at all. It was really getting on my nerves. He's already a bad driver. I swear, one of these mornings he's going to give us whiplash.

It's not because I forgot about it, but I didn't have any time, so I could not adequately finish this journal.

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