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11/13/2009
I woke up today, fairly early considering I woke up late yesterday and my mom actually had to drop me off, which never did happen. I knew I would be walking home from work today, like most every Friday, so I brought my thick rain jacket my mom got me from third grade. I'm a senior in high school now. I guess that jacket was pretty big on me back then...
I finished reading my friend's NaNoWriMo story draft she did last year. I really liked the story, but it was a lot like the book Speak. (I sort of got the idea to write my own journal from reading her book). The same "Trojan" school mascot, "best friend" status, "Thanksgiving" event. But she had other things added by her own inspiration. I found myself crying on the bus when I finished reading it.
When I got out of the apartment, I looked out at the mountain. There were these stiff clouds in front of it, so I wasn't sure if it was snow, since it was raining last night, a few bursts of thunder and lightning overhead nearby. The wind was really harsh. My tiny body could barely oppose its strength, but I finally got to my spot—I waited on the other side of the road, sort of secluding myself from the other students—and waited for the bus. I was glad the jacket held a lot of warmth.
The more I observed the mountain during the bus ride, the faster I came to a conclusion that it was actual snow—it was looking far too white and solid to be just clouds. By the time I reached school, the mountain was no longer visible, but replaced with the ocean. The vastness of it made me feel small and insignificant. There was so much beauty in the world.
Like routine, as soon as I got off the bus, the gang and I began to do our physics homework. I really hope one of my guy friends doesn't like me. He's been talking/bugging me a lot more lately, also too eagerly did he wish for me to write "LOVE" on his arm, like I had with mine, but when my other friend Shelby offered, he insisted I be the one to write it on his arm. Though he's cool and nice and funny, and we have a lot in common, I treasure friendship much more nowadays, especially since it's our last year in high school and I don't want to ruin a good thing. I only consider him as a friend—nothing more.
That, plus I was texting my ex-boyfriend last night, and I'm still trying to sort things out. I'm sure I don't like him anymore—we went out in seventh grade, waaay back then—but we haven't talked much since what happened last year. I don't really want to get into that much detail about it, not because it hurts to talk about it, but too much has happened and it would be too much to write down. But what I really want is that friendship we had. He was a cool guy and I liked talking to him. Now I only really talk to his friends. I don't mean to avoid him, he just doesn't talk to me. Or maybe I do, I'm not sure.
We start off today with period two. Physics. That class is very hard, I'm getting, like, a D, at best, but it's very amusing. A lot of my friends are there, and the physics teacher is my favorite teacher—he's sarcastic and funny, cracks wise-ass jokes, and we can come at him with the same stupid remarks, without getting into trouble. He's still semi-strict, though.
After pretending to work (I started writing this "journal" in that class), he told me that I had to go to the counselor's office. I wondered why, since I never get called there, but I was guessing that it had to do with my permission form for the career fair next week Thursday. It would have been on a Friday, if we actually had school on Fridays anymore. The only reason we were in school today was because we didn't have school on Wednesday. Our school system's been experimenting with our education with four-day school weeks, and I'm not too fond of that. Our school is stupid enough, cutting off one more day is a mistake.
As I walked the short distance to the counselor's office, I saw Uncle Mike, one of our school security guards. Briefly, I felt sorry for him, just sitting on a bench, staring at the ocean, doing nothing but watching out for kids roaming about without some sort of pass. I mean, who grows up wanting to become a school security guard, right?
My best friend got the same red paper yesterday. We didn't understand what it was, so we just kept it, but we were both supposed to go to the counselor's office yesterday, but only now I understood. I wondered if she would be coming down from her class too, like I was doing.
The counselor told me that she needed my health insurance policy number by Monday. That was it. I decided to go back to use the bathroom, when I saw Lani, my best friend, coming down the hill from her class. She just had cooking class and shared with me her fried rice. I love her. I explained what happened at the counselor's office, but we decided to go there again, just in case her reason was different. It wasn't.
The bell rang and we went back to our hang-out spot. This spot, to me, has been boring since my junior year, so I decided to write more of this. I had told Lani about how I think one of our guy friends might like me, and as girls, we're trying to read his body language to see if my assumptions were accurate. I seriously hoped not, but it was too early to be sure. Or maybe I was too scared to know.
The bell rang again and I asked, as often as I do, for some strange reason, where my friend Ashley was. Lani told me, "She's behind you," so immediately I looked back, finding two people embraced in a school-inappropriate hug, and I immediately turned back. Lani and I started talking about how Ashley's changed—she's slacking, less focused, totally hooked on her boyfriend. I wasn't too happy about talking about Ashley and what she's become, but it felt a little good to release my thoughts and know someone else felt the same way. I ate more of her fried rice before going to fourth period. Did I mention I loved her?
This class is pretty much cruise. My friend Lacee and I are the teacher's aids for this class. We graded sophomore's papers today, since I spent the last period of this class supposedly working on my NaNoWriMo. I didn't get much done, which was pretty lame. The papers we were grading were called Powerful Passages and they had to read a passage, obviously, and answer three questions. I read it because it was a poem by Sara Teasdale, and I knew her from a book I read using one of her qutoes.
Life has loveliness to sell,
All beautiful and splendid things;
Blue waves whitened on a cliff,
Soaring fire that sways and sings,
And children's faces looking up,
Holding wonder like a cup.
Life has loveliness to sell;
Music like a curve of gold,
Scent of pine trees in the rain,
Eyes that love you, arms that hold,
And, for the Spirit's still delight,
Holy thoughts that star the night.
Give all you have for loveliness;
Buy it, and never count the cost!
For one white, singing hour of peace
Count many a year of strife well lost;
And for a breath of ecstasy,
Give all you have been, or could be.
It was neat. I really liked it. So after I read it, I told Lacee it was cool, so she read it too.
Lace's an interesting character. She says I have ADHD, but I'm pretty sure it's her. But she's a good friend, random, but cool. I think she'd make a sweet Bella Swan—Hawaii style.
The teacher asked me to run a few important cards over to the vice principal's box in the office, so I agreed. It was on my way, anyway. Might as well.
I'm in Graphics Art Year 2 right now. The teacher just had his first baby, so we've been going through a couple of substitutes. I finished the calendar project with Ashley today, and I must say, I'm very pleased. The teacher's coming back next week, so it's good to be done with the assignments, considering we had about two weeks to do them.
I feel like working on my NaNoWriMo right now, but this journal's juicing out my creativity. I should end this journal, it's getting pretty long, and the bell for lunch time might ring soon. Plus, I need to go and be addicted to this certain website now.
Oh. By the way, today is the first Friday that we had school since the "no school on Fridays" thing started. And on Friday the 13th. How great.
♥ Pirate Joyce
11/13/2009
I woke up today, fairly early considering I woke up late yesterday and my mom actually had to drop me off, which never did happen. I knew I would be walking home from work today, like most every Friday, so I brought my thick rain jacket my mom got me from third grade. I'm a senior in high school now. I guess that jacket was pretty big on me back then...
I finished reading my friend's NaNoWriMo story draft she did last year. I really liked the story, but it was a lot like the book Speak. (I sort of got the idea to write my own journal from reading her book). The same "Trojan" school mascot, "best friend" status, "Thanksgiving" event. But she had other things added by her own inspiration. I found myself crying on the bus when I finished reading it.
When I got out of the apartment, I looked out at the mountain. There were these stiff clouds in front of it, so I wasn't sure if it was snow, since it was raining last night, a few bursts of thunder and lightning overhead nearby. The wind was really harsh. My tiny body could barely oppose its strength, but I finally got to my spot—I waited on the other side of the road, sort of secluding myself from the other students—and waited for the bus. I was glad the jacket held a lot of warmth.
The more I observed the mountain during the bus ride, the faster I came to a conclusion that it was actual snow—it was looking far too white and solid to be just clouds. By the time I reached school, the mountain was no longer visible, but replaced with the ocean. The vastness of it made me feel small and insignificant. There was so much beauty in the world.
Like routine, as soon as I got off the bus, the gang and I began to do our physics homework. I really hope one of my guy friends doesn't like me. He's been talking/bugging me a lot more lately, also too eagerly did he wish for me to write "LOVE" on his arm, like I had with mine, but when my other friend Shelby offered, he insisted I be the one to write it on his arm. Though he's cool and nice and funny, and we have a lot in common, I treasure friendship much more nowadays, especially since it's our last year in high school and I don't want to ruin a good thing. I only consider him as a friend—nothing more.
That, plus I was texting my ex-boyfriend last night, and I'm still trying to sort things out. I'm sure I don't like him anymore—we went out in seventh grade, waaay back then—but we haven't talked much since what happened last year. I don't really want to get into that much detail about it, not because it hurts to talk about it, but too much has happened and it would be too much to write down. But what I really want is that friendship we had. He was a cool guy and I liked talking to him. Now I only really talk to his friends. I don't mean to avoid him, he just doesn't talk to me. Or maybe I do, I'm not sure.
We start off today with period two. Physics. That class is very hard, I'm getting, like, a D, at best, but it's very amusing. A lot of my friends are there, and the physics teacher is my favorite teacher—he's sarcastic and funny, cracks wise-ass jokes, and we can come at him with the same stupid remarks, without getting into trouble. He's still semi-strict, though.
After pretending to work (I started writing this "journal" in that class), he told me that I had to go to the counselor's office. I wondered why, since I never get called there, but I was guessing that it had to do with my permission form for the career fair next week Thursday. It would have been on a Friday, if we actually had school on Fridays anymore. The only reason we were in school today was because we didn't have school on Wednesday. Our school system's been experimenting with our education with four-day school weeks, and I'm not too fond of that. Our school is stupid enough, cutting off one more day is a mistake.
As I walked the short distance to the counselor's office, I saw Uncle Mike, one of our school security guards. Briefly, I felt sorry for him, just sitting on a bench, staring at the ocean, doing nothing but watching out for kids roaming about without some sort of pass. I mean, who grows up wanting to become a school security guard, right?
My best friend got the same red paper yesterday. We didn't understand what it was, so we just kept it, but we were both supposed to go to the counselor's office yesterday, but only now I understood. I wondered if she would be coming down from her class too, like I was doing.
The counselor told me that she needed my health insurance policy number by Monday. That was it. I decided to go back to use the bathroom, when I saw Lani, my best friend, coming down the hill from her class. She just had cooking class and shared with me her fried rice. I love her. I explained what happened at the counselor's office, but we decided to go there again, just in case her reason was different. It wasn't.
The bell rang and we went back to our hang-out spot. This spot, to me, has been boring since my junior year, so I decided to write more of this. I had told Lani about how I think one of our guy friends might like me, and as girls, we're trying to read his body language to see if my assumptions were accurate. I seriously hoped not, but it was too early to be sure. Or maybe I was too scared to know.
The bell rang again and I asked, as often as I do, for some strange reason, where my friend Ashley was. Lani told me, "She's behind you," so immediately I looked back, finding two people embraced in a school-inappropriate hug, and I immediately turned back. Lani and I started talking about how Ashley's changed—she's slacking, less focused, totally hooked on her boyfriend. I wasn't too happy about talking about Ashley and what she's become, but it felt a little good to release my thoughts and know someone else felt the same way. I ate more of her fried rice before going to fourth period. Did I mention I loved her?
This class is pretty much cruise. My friend Lacee and I are the teacher's aids for this class. We graded sophomore's papers today, since I spent the last period of this class supposedly working on my NaNoWriMo. I didn't get much done, which was pretty lame. The papers we were grading were called Powerful Passages and they had to read a passage, obviously, and answer three questions. I read it because it was a poem by Sara Teasdale, and I knew her from a book I read using one of her qutoes.
Life has loveliness to sell,
All beautiful and splendid things;
Blue waves whitened on a cliff,
Soaring fire that sways and sings,
And children's faces looking up,
Holding wonder like a cup.
Life has loveliness to sell;
Music like a curve of gold,
Scent of pine trees in the rain,
Eyes that love you, arms that hold,
And, for the Spirit's still delight,
Holy thoughts that star the night.
Give all you have for loveliness;
Buy it, and never count the cost!
For one white, singing hour of peace
Count many a year of strife well lost;
And for a breath of ecstasy,
Give all you have been, or could be.
It was neat. I really liked it. So after I read it, I told Lacee it was cool, so she read it too.
Lace's an interesting character. She says I have ADHD, but I'm pretty sure it's her. But she's a good friend, random, but cool. I think she'd make a sweet Bella Swan—Hawaii style.
The teacher asked me to run a few important cards over to the vice principal's box in the office, so I agreed. It was on my way, anyway. Might as well.
I'm in Graphics Art Year 2 right now. The teacher just had his first baby, so we've been going through a couple of substitutes. I finished the calendar project with Ashley today, and I must say, I'm very pleased. The teacher's coming back next week, so it's good to be done with the assignments, considering we had about two weeks to do them.
I feel like working on my NaNoWriMo right now, but this journal's juicing out my creativity. I should end this journal, it's getting pretty long, and the bell for lunch time might ring soon. Plus, I need to go and be addicted to this certain website now.
Oh. By the way, today is the first Friday that we had school since the "no school on Fridays" thing started. And on Friday the 13th. How great.
♥ Pirate Joyce
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