Wasted Wednesday

As I have mentioned before, these half days are truly ridiculous. 5 hrs. sitting, watching the clock and waiting for the bell to ring. I began staying home on half days sometime in September and accomplished much more then if I had gone to school. Today was another half day and I decided to go since we only have 2 days left before Christmas break. Big mistake! (It's crazy to think we need a half day two days before a major school break.) Teachers say hello as you enter the class then say the class time is to short for a lesson and retreat to their computers. Students chat, text, sleep, watch the clock or doodle. Basically, we waste time. I did receive some enjoyment today by seeing the shock on peoples faces when I showed up on a half day. I didn't know anyone noticed my absence on these days. It's nice to know I'm missed...but that's High School.

Fighting Cats and Dogs

While walking through the hall to my next class, the traffic of people was unusually backed-up. This can only mean one thing - FIGHT! Students run out of their classes and gather to watch the show. Walkways are blocked until an AP arrives and yells "Get out of the way!" I hear others shout "Fight, Fight!" Students shove for a front row seat and the crowd is so loud the only thing I can hear is the rooting for a favorite opponent. I stay safely back and speculate as to what made the fight occur or if it's a fight between two girls or two boys. Once it was a boy and a girl. Can't we get along and get to class?...but that's High School.

Ouch! Acceptance Hurts

It was raining and cold when I got off the bus to walk home. Without the cover of an umbrella I ran home in a rush and tripped in the street. (I seem to be tripping a lot lately, the stairs and now in the street) I scraped the other knee, my arm and hip. I was soaking wet and in pain. As always, every day, I check the mailbox for the acceptance letter from my chosen college. I hobbled into the house and stared at it. I was anxious to open it, but also apprehensive. What will I do if it's a rejection letter? What will I do if it's an acceptance letter? I decided to wait until my family was home to open it. Perhaps they would know what to do about what may be inside. Ok, so I opened it with my eye's closed, took a deep breath and squinted as I read "Dear Ashli: I am pleased to inform you that the Admissions Committee has approved your application of admission to [College] ...I am delighted that you have chosen our College to continue your education, and we look forward to having you as a member of our student body." I HAVE BEEN ACCEPTED TO MY TOP CHOICE COLLEGE!!! Need I say more...that's High School.

Truth or Dare?

It was an abnormal day in English class, very structured and quiet. Our teacher said things like "remember what I told you?" "In this chapter we will be..." "It says in this lesson..." She asked us to open our work books to page 43. We have not used our work books since August, so naturally no one brought the book to class. We were reprimanded by our teacher for not being prepared and told to bring our books to class every day. Then we began to do book work, which totally through us for a loop. During the last 5 minutes of class an AP, which was in our class, left. Apparently he had been writing notes and grading our teacher because when he left the room our teacher stood up and said "As you can see, I was being evaluated. Thank you for baring with me over this boring lesson. We'll begin working on yesterday's work tomorrow". Our English teacher is a great teacher and should be commended for her out-of-the-box teaching methods instead of fitting into the box for the "Evaluation Lie" which requires teaching from poorly written school books...but that's High School.

Drugs Give Me Such A Headache

My pot-head classmate was leaning over my desk to watch as I explained a math problem. BANG! I blacked out briefly and have a massive headache with a bruise forming on my head. I've heard when people are high they only use 30% of their brains. My classmate swung his head right into the front of mine. He then said "Whoa, what happened? I didn't mean to do that. I'm so sorry. I swear I'm not a woman hater or nothin'. What do you want? You want some money. You want a hug, an ice pack. What can I do?" After the quick rant of apologies, I burst out laughing and said "You could stop doing drugs!" He defended his position and in the end agreed to let me blog it...but High School.

Darn Stairs!

During my four years of high school I have broken both my legs and bruised and cut many parts of my body bumping into things. I walk up and down three flights of stairs many times during the day and I have never tripped, until today. I woke up early, in a great mood and decided to take the extra time to wear my purple dress. Big mistake! I was running late for my seventh period class and ran a little to fast up the stairs, tripped and cut my knees. I quickly looked to make sure no one saw me. So embarrassing. Thank goodness no one saw me (I hope) Tomorrow I think I'll sleep in and wear jeans...but that's High School.

Waiting On My Future

I finally got through the high school maze of college apps and sent my college applications out a month ago so I could meet the Dec. 1 early enrollment deadline. Now, waiting, waiting, waiting. Every day I check the mail. Nothing, nothing, nothing. It's really hard to wait on the decisions of my future. My mom sings a crazy song about anticipation and what's worse is I understand it. There is a message on my phone which tells me our high school will be holding a college application process answer and questions session next Thursday evening. A little late, don't you think...but that's High School.

Counselors & Colleges

Can high school counselors help guide you to a college of your choice? For the last 5 months, I've been meeting with teachers and guidance counselors to go over college options. There are always two colleges they direct all students to and when I ask about different colleges they stare at me like a deer in headlights. After an awkward silence they begin talking about the two colleges just like before. Is there a promotional deal in this for the school? Are counselors only trained in enrollment procedures for these two colleges? Over the intercom this morning, these two colleges were promoted again to all students interested in continuing their education. There is a wide world of college choices out there, don't settle for a choice of two. If you wish to go anywhere other than the recommended verbiage at our school, you'll have to do your own research. I promise you it's worth the time to do it yourself. Motivation: Think of the only two alternatives offered by our school...but that's High School.

To Be Happy or Not To Be Happy...That Is The Question

Happy after-Thanksgiving break everyone or not so happy after-Thanksgiving break. After a week off from school, everyones first question is "How was your break?" People respond either good or bad followed by oh, cool or it sucked. This conversation repeated itself throughout the day and has been a tradition for many years among high schoolers. Students and teachers must be having some tough year this year, I heard 90% bad. Was everyones holiday really that bad or is everyone just disappointed about being back in school?...but that's High School.

Grammatically, Mathematically Correct

Happy Thanksgiving Everyone! My fans have missed me for a few days...I'm learning a break from school does not mean a break from blogging. I agree. I am a senior in high school even during the holidays. 5 months, 9 days and 14 hours later I finally finished my on-line algebra class for grade recovery and I'm happy to report I will be receiving an A. I must admit it would have been much better to have done it right the first time, not because it was harder the second time around but because the on-line math class seemed to focus more on grammar and spelling. The exam had 23 questions. The first 22 questions were a cinch but the dreaded question 23, worth half of my grade, required me to write a three paragraph essay explaining what I learned throughout the lessons. "THIs IS a MATH CLASS. I LeaRNed MaTH!!!" "How about the reasons I don't like math, I could write about that." I took a deep breath and began writing a well written, grammatically correct essay about math. Perhaps I can use this essay in my English class...but that's High School.

High School Rock in the Middle of the College Stream

I've read only 50% of seniors go to college from high school. Have you ever wondered why? I don't believe their lazy or unintelligent. I do believe it may have something to do with high school. Recently, I have been driving over-time to get the necessary information from my high school in order to apply for acceptance into college. High school is like a giant rock in the stream of higher education. I can't move it, or go around it. The rock doesn't provide direction. It just sits there...I met with my teachers and counselor months ago in order to make sure I had everything ready to submit for early enrollment into college. Everything is ready to go except my high school transcript. Piece-of-cake, I thought. It's as simple as pressing the print button. (I know this because I have requested my transcript a time or two before. It was printed on the spot.) Now that it's for a college application my counselor must write a letter of recommendation to the college transcript liaison in our school (office located next door to my counselor's) letting her know he approved the printing of my transcript and I must also pay $5.oo. Oh, and this apparently takes 3 - 6 weeks. The deadlines for most early admission into college is December 1st. This policy is not in the student handbook and has never been mentioned in any of my meetings with school advisers. When I asked where I was suppose to find this information, the administrator replied "You're old enough to do the research." Ok, my research told me what the college's need for enrollment not what the high school requires in order to get the necessary documentation from the high school...School translation, "We not only don't care if you succeed in life, but we're going to make it difficult to succeed and possibly prevent it." How about a class on Silly Paper Work required for seniors to get the information from their counselors. My advice to seniors, It may be too late to get the necessary paperwork for early enrollment, but start now if you plan to apply at all. It could take 6 - 9 months and counting...but that's High School.

Take Away My 'A' ? Hey!

Last week, I spent a large amount of time studying for a test which was to be given on Friday. When Friday rolled around I was more then ready for this test. So prepared, in fact, I was the only one in class to receive an A. Turns out this A is not going to count. My classmates received a C or lower, so my teacher scratched the test and decided to have us take a home exam instead. I pleaded strongly to let my test grade count, but he said it wouldn't be fair to the other students. Is it fair to require my time be spent studying for a test which will not count? What a rip off! ...but that's High School.

Calling: Sherlock Holmes and Case of The Missing Phone

My friends and I spotted a cell phone sitting on an empty desk. We decided to leave it there until the teacher came in or the student returned for it. A new girl to our school walked in and sat at the empty desk. We were too involved in a conversation to notice the new girl had left the room and the cell phone seemed to disappear as well. The owner of the missing phone came in and looked under the desk, in the desk and everywhere else you can imagine, but no phone. We mentioned seeing it, but this was little comfort to her. Then the new girl came back from the 'bathroom'. Our teacher knew of the missing cell phone and made it clear if the cell phone was not returned, he would ask a cop to go through all our bags. "No questions asked if it's handed over". He said. As we began to glance around at each other, most of us shrugged our shoulders and said OK. But wouldn't you know it, with 2 minutes left in class, the new girl said "I found it!" She didn't say where or how she found it, but I have my suspicions...But that's High School.

The Show Must Go On!

If there's one thing I've learned from organizing the Fall Reading it's this; We don't work well together. After many disagreements regarding what to wear, stage props, programs, posters, etc. we needed to have the teacher intervene. I will be announcing the introductions and inviting the audience to enjoy the 'Senior (Teacher, really) Fall Reading'. Break-a-leg. The show must go on...but that's High School.

Take It, It's Free...or is it

Take it it's free! If you come to our cafeteria don't believe it. Last year (yes this problem dates all the way back to junior year) I waited in line to buy a bag of 50 cent chips. When I finally got to the front of the line all that was left were chicken nuggets. The lunch lady asked me if I wanted them instead of the bag of chips. I asked how much and she said $1.00. "I only brought 50 cents." I said. She told me not to worry about it, but keep this between us. She didn't even take my 50 cents. "Keep it, the nuggets are free" She said. I thought "Oh, cool. Jack pot." I've heard the saying 'If it's too good to be true, it probably is'. I should have known nothing could be that easy. I was the last student in line that day and the lunch crew had closed the front enterance. I was told to go out the back way. This may sound odd, but I'm telling you right now, I DID NOT STEAL THE CHICKEN NUGGETS! THEY WERE HANDED TO ME 'FOR FREE'. The cafeteria manager questioned me as I exited the back of the cafeteria and she didn't believe me. I explained my situation, but she would not let me leave until I payed a dollar (a dollar I didn't have). Before this situation could be resolved the bell rang and I was one min. away from being late to class (a tardy = detention) and I knew for a fact this lady would not be willing to write me a pass. I left her my real name and expected her to ask the lunch attendant about this 'free deal'. The next day I was called into the principals office. I was told I was to serve detention for stealing chicken nuggets. I explained to him the situation and after he talked to the lunch lady he told me not to worry about it. The situation had been taken care of...In September of this year, I went to the cafeteria to purchase water. I was told I had an outstanding balance of $1.00 which would need to be paid before I could purchase a water. My parents were notified and spoke with the lunch manager. The lunch computer does not allow modifications to erase unpaid debt. My parents decided to not fight this battle and just paid the $1.00. Today, I received a notice to go to the front office for unpaid debt. YOU'VE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME!. I was greeted by another unknown administrator (how many administrators do we have here?) I was told I am on the detention list for stealing chicken nuggets. Again, I explained my situation and again the administrator talked with the lunch manager and again I was told it has been taken care of. I wonder if I'll get called down again. Maybe next time they'll call in the police, army, FBI or KFC. The cost for free nuggets: 1 trip to the principals office, 3 trips to administration, 2 trips to the lunch manager, $1.00, and a day without bottled water. The cost to my attitude: Priceless...but that's High School.

Teacher's T.V.

Ever wonder what teachers do after school when no one is around? I discovered their secret or at least my English teacher's secret. She had asked me to stop by after school and get some make up work. I expected to find her correcting papers or preparing for next days class. When I entered the classroom the T.V. was on and she said "Oh, good. You came in on a commercial. My favorite soap opera is on"...as if there isn't enough drama in high school already...but that's High School.

The Final Chapter - Madam Librarian

Hey all, sorry about the delay. Major computer problems.... During the short blog pause I met with Madam Librarian. I believe this may be the final chapter...Princess Ash was handed a magic card and allowed access to the Castle of Many Books, but not without a few last words from the Fire Breathing Madam Librarian. I called upon my faithful Lady in Waiting (the school psychologist) and together Princess Ash went to face Madam Librarian. Madam Librarian tried desperately to blame those around her for her scheduling difficulties and then drew her sword of blame toward Princess Ash. "I understand you were upset and lost your temper." "I must have been the stick that broke the [princess'] camels back." "Oh, you probably don't understand that meaning." "I hope we can be friends." "I'll forget this ever happened." She said. My Lady in Waiting just shook her head and Princess Ash was at a loss of words. (Of course, now I have many words which come to mind.) But in the end the Fire Breathing Madam Librarian shriveled into a tiny lizard and scurried away as she offered her ridiculous so-called apology. Princess Ash maintained her composure and accepted her apology with a laugh. This is our final battle. I hope...but that's High School.

Reputation on Fire

Have you ever been singled out in class and wrongly accused in front of EVERYONE! 60 eyes stare at you like a scared mouse surrounded by 100 hungry cats. Sometimes well meaning teachers make mistakes and sometimes students are right. Why, is it that if someone is wronged publicly the apology follows quietly when no one is around. This is shaping up to be a year of reputation preservation. There have been many fire's to put out recently in order to protect my reputation...but that's High School.

SAT/ACT Times Up!

Our schools ask us to begin taking the SAT/ACT during our junior year in High School. Some students take it before their junior year, but for the most part students take these tests during their junior year. For those of us which would like higher scores, we continue taking the test through October of our senior year. With the colleges November deadlines for 2010 enrollment most seniors have already compiled their transcripts, college applications and the SAT/ACT scores. Today, the last week in October, our English class is signing us up for the SAT online class. We are to complete 5 assignments per week. This on-line training is suppose to take us through May. Sounds 'to little to late' to me. Seniors wishing to attend colleges will be receiving acceptance letters by January. Many of my friends have already received acceptance letters to one or more colleges. If seniors wait until the end of this SAT class in May, they will miss the deadlines for the 2010/2011 year, not to mention any scholarship money that's available. What's the logic behind this class? Many of my classes this year are turning into time-fillers until graduation. Also, if it's on-line why attend class and why have a teacher? Crazy! I signed up for a Senior English class and this is what I get...but that's High School.

Are we a School or a Prison?

During 7th period we had a guest speaker that kept us 3 min after the bell. You wouldn't think this would mean the end of the world, but in my case it did. Having arrived at my 8th period class, with my hand on the door knob as the bell was ringing, my teacher was greeting me into his class and willing to let me in, but the Hall Guard (or Prison Guard) saw an opportunity to capture a student. He yelled "Get to the cafeteria". My teacher vouched for me, but it was in vain. With the hall guards two large arms, he reached over and blocked entrance to my class. "Get to the cafeteria" he said firmly, again. I learned today that hall monitors have greater authority then our teachers. Wow! Once I arrived in the cafeteria I was asked to be quiet as they called the other captives up one at a time. We were instructed to sign our names and a tardy would be submitted on our school record. In our school one tardy equals detention. I told myself "I am not serving detention for being held after class for a guest speaker I didn't even know we were going to have" Come on! This is ridiculous. Not to mention the tardy which would be on my permanent record. As I approached the table I was so mad, I thought of a way to out wit the system. Shh. I'll tell you only if you keep it on the DL. I wrote a name which was not my own and included a school ID number that was random. Thank goodness the staff did not recognize me. They handed me a pass to re-join my class and with 10 min. left I walked in and caught the last of a review. Isn't the goal to get kids to go to class? I want to know how to file a complaint against a school that takes away class time for unwarranted discipline. Do I have any rights as a citizen or is this a prison? ...But that's High School or is it? Who knows?

If Madam Librarian Burns Down the Library, We're Prepared

Fire drill on a half day of school? I don't understand our twice a month, middle of the week half days. I know teachers need planning time, but our teachers aren't to keen on these half days either. Holding a fire drill on a half day makes me feel like we were called out of bed at 4:30am to come down to the school only to participate in a fire drill. If I'm going to get up early in the morning I do not want it to be for a fire drill. Here's a solution: How about holding half a fire drill and giving us one Friday off each month....No sight of Madam Librarian. The library has been closed due to state testing. I won't even waste my time talking about the crazy reasons why the library closes. Well, at least not today. All those wonderful books and no ones able to read them...But that's High School

Baa, Baa, Black Sheep

I say yellow. They say yellow. The teacher says blue. They say blue. The teacher says red. They say red. This discribes the frame work for the conversations which have occured for the Fall Reading. For the past 3 months our class has been trying to come up with a theme. An idea is presented and agreed upon until our teacher inserts her idea and then everyone adopts her opinion. Over and over, round and round it goes. I've asked myself many times if schools are a holding pen for sheep. As children our schools tell us what to read, how to read it, when to play, when to sing, when to eat and how to think. Is it any wonder why we are unsure about the idea of thinking for ourselves? I don't know. Go ask the teacher....but that's High School.

16 Girls, Nothing to Wear

16 Students, all GIRLS!...This describes my first period class. We're responsible for planning the Senior Spring Reading. We have had conflicting ideas on posters, props and theme since this project began months ago. Nothing has brought more contention among us than clothing. No matter what is suggested, there is someone who says "I don't look good in that color, dress, jeans, shirt, too short, too tall, too thin". You name it. It's a fashion nightmare. Wish us luck in getting this one resolved. I don't know how to get 16 girls to agree on what to wear...but that's High School.

A+ Schools on the Down Low

Everyone in high school knows what goes on in the dark quiet places around the buildings, but we keep it on the D.L. Except for today. Some seniors boldly went where no senior had gone before. We were visited by our Student Body President and asked to talk about what would make us a better school. Over the years, seniors have offered the canned responses such as, more lunch choices, off-campus lunch, leave early, front place in the lunch line and stuff like that. All very good ideas, but nothing really changes from year to year and we get fed up with the same questions and answers. Today, the course of student surveys has changed. One student stood up proudly and requested a smoking zone, so the bathrooms can remain open. Another student followed-up with requesting a safe sex room which provides free condoms. He sighted this as supporting the prevention of teen pregnancy campaigned by all schools. And this one is interesting to, how about an excused absence to get high. This is the dark side of high school no one really addresses. The students know what's going on. But administration, well they just want their school to appear A+. Is anyone listening? We have real problems that need real answers...But that's High School.

Pot Talk

We seem to sterio-type potheads. This may explain why:

I sat in the back of my classroom and was approached by a guy who said, "Whoooaaa, you look like my 60 year old Aunt, only she has wrinkles." "Whoooaaa do you have wrinkles?" My classmate laughed "She doesn't have wrinkles." I told him I'd let that remark slide and blame it on the drugs. His reply "What? You can tell? Man your smart."...but that's High School.

Where are you Madam Librarian? Are you taking the PSAT?

PSAT day means seniors sit in assembly for 4 hours and do absolutely NOTHING! Some classmates had enough guts to get up and rap about doing absolutely nothing. Our attendance was mandatory if we wanted information about our graduation. 10 minutes before the end of 'nothing' a spokesperson came in, told us it is going to cost $400.00 and boy what a deal this is. Uh, aren't we saving for college?....Disappointed with Madam Librarian again. The school counselor and I headed upstairs to the "Castle of Books" for our scheduled meeting. We were approached by her 'stooge' and told she had gone to lunch and wasn't sure about her return. What? Are you kidding me? My counselor and the school psychologist were not happy about the unknown cancellation Madam Librarian made. I simply thought to myself, "Has she disappeared for good or she preparing to bomb the library (as I was accused)". Three weeks we have had an appointment to resolve this library pass situation and this is the second time Madam Librarian was a no show... Are there no consequences for staff? We all know we'd be place on probation or expelled for pulling the same stunt...but that's High School.

Buckle Up...It's The Law

The law states that every passenger in a moving vehicle must wear safety belts. If you or your passengers are without safety belts, you will be issued a ticket for each passenger as well as yourself. Our bus has safety belt. Are they used? No. Even if we wanted to wear them, the buses are so stuffed with students the belts wouldn't work. There are 2 belts per seat but 3 students sitting in each seat. As of today, I have never heard of a school bus being pulled over and issued a citation for not using safety belts...But that's High School.

100% Perception

Have you ever notice how the world suddenly seems brighter when you get a big 100% on a test?.... The school day started with heartbreak as we read elegies in Creative Writing class. (An elegy is a personal poem about death). This was followed by the same routine in my other classes and ended with eighth period Algebra 2 and a great big 100% test. This changed my perspective on the previous events of the day. Even the annoying quirks seems to disappear... Nothing is better then when your mom asks "How was your day?" and you reply "It was the best day ever!" I have to ask myself, is it just perception, or was this a great day?"...But that's high school.

Cramming for Procrastination

Cram session!... Up 'til 2am trying to learn all I must know for a surprise test we found out we would be taking today. With all the college apps and job searching, there isn't much time left for a midnight cram session. I believe this quote should apply to teachers "Procrastination on your part does not constitute a crisis on mine"... 16 question review sheet, due today along with taking the test today, given to me at the end of the day yesterday. I completed the review sheet around 12:30am and recruited the assistance of my parents to quiz me until 2am. How I enlisted their help, I don't know. Our teachers tell us endless times to finish the review sheet early and study, study, study everyday. How is this possible when it's handed to us less than 24 hours in advance of the test? Hmm! Is this a contradiction? I arrived in class at the end of the day with circles under my eyes and feeling brain dead. All the facts in my head were scrambled and the typed questions were a blur. "How did you do on your test?" my mother asked. The challenge to succeed in an environment set-up for failure is difficult...but that's High School.

Library or Soap Opera

The library saga continues.... or does it? Last week our school counselor scheduled a meeting for this matter to be resolved. The meeting would have 'Madam Librarian', the school counselor, the principal and me in attendance. Today was that day. I have been looking forward to this duel and was prepared. (for those of you who don't know, even after Princess Ash received her magic card, the fire-breathing Madam Librarian had an evil plan afloat. She wrote all the towns people in the land a note which read "Princess Ash is an evil sorceress and was not to be trusted)
You ask why? The only explanation I have is Madam Librarian must fear Princess Ash will take over the Castle of Books. I found a great ally in my counselor. She knows me well and agreed to join me in this battle. My day ended silently. I was never called into this meeting and I have not seen Madam Librarian. So what happens now? I couldn't say. I suppose when Madam Librarian comes out of hiding, I'll be ready for her. Until then I have found a place of respite to read. I like to call it my "Poetry Forest", with a little imagination...but that's High School.

What A Waste

Wasted time (and money)...Friday was a day our class had looked forward to for sometime. We were to take a field trip to a local University and participate in writing workshops. Wow, there were so many workshops to choose from. More than I could possibly fit into my day. I made my selection weeks ago and paid my $20.00 fee which included the bus ride, lunch and workshops. When we arrived we met for an orientation and then we were dismissed to attend our workshops. When I arrived at my 1st choice I was told to find another workshop due to the fact that the instructor was not coming today. 2nd choice, instructor not coming today. Ok, this is weird. 3rd choice, you guessed it, instructor not coming today. I headed to the cafeteria, got my lunch and called my mom to pick me up. I was looking forward to a field trip. In high school, field trips don't come around very much. What a waste of time and money...Today, my 4th period class was a waste of time. My teacher was angry on arrival. She does not display the loud anger rather the soft spoken kind. You know the kind, where you know if you don't catch what she's saying it's going to come back to bite you. She whispered "We're going to begin class". The class fell deafly silent (we all know the fall-out if we don't...pop quiz). She stared at us for 7 minutes. We sat, with silent glares, wondering what was going on. The silence was too much and a few classmates broke out into conversation. She still stared and didn't say anything so we all began to talk. Not more than 30 seconds went by and our teacher got up, went to the board and wrote down a problem. It was at this point that her soft spoken angry voice yelled "I will not be lecturing today. You will work from the work book". This means we will be spending the class time doing busy work. She then went on to say "I'm done with you guys wasting my time". Wasting her time? We watched the clock in silence for 7 minutes while she stared like a deer in headlights. I'm sure she must have her reasons, but I sure couldn't find fault with the students today...But that's High School.

School is a Crazy World

Ridiculous events take place every day in our schools. I challenge everyone to take notice and let me know what you discover about your high school...Inconsistency. I'm sure we've all been accused of this at one point in our lives so I'll forgive my teacher for her. However, I will tell you about it. Sometime back my teacher was upset with my parents involvement in my education. Today, she was upset by the lack of parents being involved in education. One classmate reminded her "not everyone has parents at home that can help!" I believe most students desire to succeed academically but many have a lot of stuff do deal with in this crazy world...but that's High School.

Fire Breathing Madam Librarian and her Castle of Many Books

I had another encounter with Madam Librarian today. The battle continues... Princess Ash is once again making her way to the Castle of Many Books. In order to gain access to this Castle, which is guarded by Madam Librarian, she must possess the magic pass. On her quest to find this magic card, Princess Ash found a willing subject who had the power to provide her with this magic pass. As Princess Ash approached the large glass doors which had a buzzer attached, she entered with confidence. She knew Madam Librarian would have to bow down to her request for entrance. With Madam Librarian breathing fire, Princess Ash gleefully waved her magic card, selected a book and sat deep into a stone bench. I'll get you my pretty, she implied. No more than 2 minutes had passed when Princess Ash was asked to leave yet again. Princess Ash mustered up enough courage to ask "What is your issue with me? Every day I come here with a magic pass, signed by a powerful subject and every day you tell me I cannot be here." Madam Librarian informs her this Castle of Many Books is her territory and only she says whom may enter. Princess Ash spoke again stating "I have done all you have asked of me. I am not any trouble. My educators have written passes for me to be here everyday and still you throw me out. I want to know why?" "I only accept yellow passes" Madam Librarian replies. "The subject which has written this magic card is not permitted to hand you a magic card and the card they did sign states Princess Ash is to study and you are reading."... If you can't even read a book in the library then what the hell is the library for?...Back to the story. Princess Ash left in such a hurry Madam Librarian was chasing after her asking "who are you going to talk to?" "None of your concern" said Princess Ash. Princess Ash took it upon herself to see the King over the entire land. The King (Vice Principal) knows her well and she believes he is the only one that can end this reining terror. After a meeting with the King, Princess Ash was assured she would be able to enter the Castle of Books with no further attacks. The King said "if Madam Librarian has a problem she'll need to take it up with him." He added in a joking manner "you may go to the [Castle of Books] every day as long as you don't put a virus on the computers or plan on bombing the school." Princess Ash assured the King she wouldn't. But, she's not so sure about Madam Librarian...but that's High School.

Political Correctness...Yuck!

How do you define a cause? Littering, loitering, lobbying. These may be answers if you believe in political correctness. When the whole world becomes politically correct, no one dares step out on a limb for what they are really passionate about. Our assignment in English class is to present an issue or cause you are passionate about. Oh but wait...as long as it's not controversial, as defined by my teacher. Isn't this what makes it a cause? She continued further by saying it has be something that is politically correct and acceptable in society. Where's the passion in that? Political correctness just may become my 'new' issue. Does anyone want to join me in a campaign against political correctness? Warning: This may be too controversial...but that's High School.

Another Day Another Lock Down...

What's up with all these lock downs? We've had 2 in 6 weeks. Is the threat to our safety really up or does the administration feel the need to torcher us. Just when the final bell is about to ring in our final class for the day, we hear the intercom buzz and our Principal announces another lock down. After a short pause to allow for all the moaning, she follows up with instructions to back away from the windows and door and also to turn off the lights. Once again we envision scenarios of guns on campus, gang fights, or someone suicidal. We all pull out our 'not allowed on campus' cell phones and begin our 'not allowed' texting. Everyone's asking What the !+@"&% and when can we go home? Two hours went by before we heard there was a robbery many miles from our school. I've heard of being cautious, but this is ridiculous. All the excitement and once a week lock down and fire drills brings me back to the childhood classic of The Boy Who Cried Wolf. If there really is a fire or the need for a serious lock down most likely everyone will die. No one takes them seriously anymore...but that's High School.

Enter Library At Your Own Risk

Students claim to go crazy in high school. Is it any wonder? Our mornings begin at 5:30am. Schools in session until 3:00pm. Homework keeps many up until 1:00am and this cycle repeats 5 days a week for 10 months. We now maintain a (un) healthy diet of energy drinks, candy bars, and medication for ADD/ADHD. I mean, come on. Is there really no other way to graduate? People have managed to live thousands of years without this rigor. Do we really need all the information being taught in order to survive the big, bad world. Wouldn't a little sleep help everyone get along. Imagine rested teenagers excited to go to school and feeling challenged through material necessary for human advancement. Teacher's delighted that we are awake and alert...Schools have always said they teach us to read, write and do math, right? If teachers constantly suggest using the library, why do the 'Madam Librarians' in our schools encourage us to leave the library? Our library sits empty unless a student takes the time to ask a teacher for a permission slip to enter the library. Try entering without one and wow! Look out! Madam Librarian is like a terminator waiting to squash you like a bug...but that's High School.

Smile - Backwards...

What's wrong with smiling and being happy? Why do some people think we have to see hell or have gone there and returned with scars in order to become something significant? For the last two years, in certain classes, I've been referred to as rainbow barbie. Anyone who really knows me knows that's the furthest thing from the truth. But what if I were all rainbows and butterflies? Isn't there enough moaning in the world without my adding to it? If you're up to date on my blog you know I have been excited about the up-coming poetry reading which I was assigned to lead. My committee has put little effort forth and I have taken the responsibility of doing things myself. NOTICE I say MYSELF!! True, very true. My teacher would like to think otherwise. Today, I was humiliated in front of my team by my teacher for not doing more to make the committee work. I've heard it said you can lead a horse to water, but you can't make him drink. This is exactly how I've felt. My leadership skills were attacked and to top things off, my teacher questioned my readiness for the college dorm life, due to the fact I could not get my team to work. I bit my tongue and screamed inside my head so loud I got a headache. Due to the fact that I was taught to respect authority I have been placed in the box of goody-two-shoes, add to that a positive attitude and I've just become someone unusual. To summarize, if you're disrespectful, wear a long face of tragedy, and cuss, you're regarded as someone capable of leading and held in great esteem. Sounds backwards to me...but that's High School.

Every one's a Comedian

I went way out of my comfort zone during my speech class. The task assigned was to sell the audience on an idea or product. My performances are always serious with an element of tragedy to them. Today, I took a new avenue and ventured into comedy. Over the past few days of practice, I was sure I looked goofy. I rehearsed in front of my family, they laughed. But still, it didn't feel right. Standing in front of my classmates, not knowing how I would be received, I was thinking of ways to ask my teacher for a second chance at the assignment...The speech began with a serious tone then upon the word 'jaw' my comedic routine began. My mouth opened wide and I began making some weird face stretches as I convinced my audience the benefits of vocal exercises. The laughter began. Oh no! Now I wondered how to keep my composure and not start laughing myself. Staying true to character I pulled it off quite nicely. My teacher loved it and gave me an A+. My classmates said it was a side of me they have never seen. I haven't seen it in me either. Well I guess it goes without saying, but I'll say it anyway, 'Every one's A Comedian'...But that's High School.

A little of this and a little of that...Seniors win

The wheels on the bus go around and round!..Ugh! I hate the bus and apparently so do the bus drivers. The turn around on bus drivers is weekly and every time a bus driver quits it increases my bus ride home by 45 min... I received my grade for a test in Marine Science. A test I spent all week studying for, gave up my entire Sunday afternoon and enlisted a study partner in an attempt to make sure I get an A. I knew I had it down. If you had asked me any question, I had the right answer. Well, my paper had a great big 'C' across the top corner. What happened to all the preparation? Frustration welled up in me like a cannon ready to blast and on top of this I had my online teacher wanting MORE DETAILS to a question about plants which I have already written three paragraphs. How much can you say about a tree, really. To put it simply, a tree grows, we cut it down, make stuff and burn what's left. Any questions? I asked my family to tell me everything they could about trees. I took what they said and added a lot of adjectives, thru in a few verbs and 'voila'. The answer is now the length of a children's book. The highlight of my day was our Pep Rally. The crowds were screaming so loud I had ringing in my ears. We, seniors, won the Spirit Stick. But wait, is it rigged? The seniors win every year...But that's High School.

GPA addiction

Have you ever asked yourself "what's the importance of gown colors at graduation? Why does the white gown signify the line between achievers and slackers? When did a simple color define your level of success and who you are? What happened to wearing school colors signifying good ol' school spirit? The current requirement to where the esteemed white robe during graduation is now set at 4.0 GPA. It is a fact, only 20 years ago the highest GPA you could obtain was a 4.0. Now it's close to a 10.0. This honor has added a new addiction to the list of common addictions among high schoolers. We are all familiar with the addictions to drugs, sex and parties, but who is talking about the GPA addiction? This GPA addiction has characteristic which are not limited to: studying endlessly, withdrawing from time with friends and family, number of hours spent in a library, amount of money spent on tutoring and also includes squeezing meals in while ready more books. (I have to confess, I have at times become involved in this new age addiction) The high, of course, is good grades and the honor of wearing a 'white robe'. Where's the school spirit? How healthy is a 10.0 anyway? Speaking of health...my school is so dirty you can see the mold growing on the air vents. Everyday I have ill moments which are relieved after I have extended breaths of fresh air, only to start over again the next day. When we complain, the administration lets us know the building is being cleaned. I'm sure the teacher's lounge is clean. I've seen the mop bucket used for general cleaning. I'm sure the soap and water have not been changed since 1999... I'm thankful for hand sanitizer and fresh air, but I'm still not sure about the 'white robes' ...But that's high school

Twist of Mystery

A twist of mystery today...We had a lock down which lasted 45 min. Administration would not tell us why. My common thought always takes me to Columbine High School in Colorado. I thought of gun shots and chaos. But other stories, much more creative, lied in the hearts of my fellow classmates. The rumors circling the room, which you are welcome to choose from, are as follows: a freshman girl beat up a senior guy; some guy jumped out a window; a teacher had a meltdown; and the best one yet, a kid "accidentally" fell out of a wheelchair while riding the elevator. Before you cast your vote you should be aware there are no kids in wheelchairs attending our school this year... Do you ever feel cheated by teachers? Because of the lock-in we only had 20 min. in my last class. We were suppose to use the entire class time to answer questions and work on a review. Due to unforseen limited time, the teacher asked us to complete our study tonight on our own. Does this mean the teacher will be available tonight for phone calls to answer questions? Of course not...WHAT'S UP WITH ALL THESE HALF DAYS? The school board has approved a half day every other week for the remainder of the year. Wouldn't it be more productive for all involved to turn these 2/half days/month into 1 full day/month, preferable a Friday or Monday. Think of all the studying we could get done. (smile) ...On a higher note, the plan for the reading is going well. We have selected a backdrop/scenery and the title is coming together. The board voted against my amazing idea of using a street address as a title. Something like 211 Portside Rd. (good isn't it?) I'll have to take this rejection with grace. In order to keep the mystery alive, I'm not going to reveal all. Best I can tell you...read High school Junket every day...That's high school.

That Darn Squirrel!!!

Yesterday I was too busy being a squirrel hero to write. I was taking a short walk with my brother and looked down. This probably has to do with stepping on a slug a couple weeks ago. Ugh! I can still feel the slimy slush beneath my feet. At least I learned a lesson about stepping on slugs or else I could have killed a baby squirrel. I looked down and an ugly bald thing, looking more like a rat then a squirrel, it freaked me out...so I shouted at my brother to "take care of it!!" He has saved a baby squirrel before and knew exactly what to do. We wrapped it in a cloth, placed it in a box then my mom drove it to a rescue center for squirrels?? By the time the excitement was over. I hadn't eaten dinner, hadn't begun my homework, or finish my on-line classes. Do you think my teachers would buy the excuse of 'a squirrel ate my homework?' Anyway, my heroism for the betterment of animal kind came at a cost, my sleep. oh, the sacrifices we make. Today, I was put in charge of this years Fall Reading. There are 7 people on the board. (For those of you who don't know what a reading is, it's where creative writing people take the stage and read their best poetry.) The theme we've selected is 'Neighborhoods'. Our next assignment will be the choice of a title. Any thoughts? At the end of the day, feeling tired, I hopped on the bus and rode home looking like a bobble head as I fell asleep while the bus bounced. But that's high school...

Swine flu

Oh my, the swine flu has come to my school. Or has it? Some people have reported being taken down by the swine flu and many more are 'claiming' the swine flu, good excuse for skipping school. For those of us who are brave enough to attend our classes, we are not getting anything done due to 'sick' computers. Teachers have been asking to have them fixed since June. I've heard our computers are number 523 on the list to receive maintenance. Today my dad volunteered to fix a computer for one of my teachers. He was successful in getting Internet on 5 of the computers and knows what's wrong with the printer. He's coming back tomorrow to fix this. My teacher was so thankful, she gave me a bag of cookies. I reaped the rewards for his effort. I still haven't received my senior ID. The school office says it's because their too busy, but they never say with what. I thought seniors where number one priority? ...I guess not if their busy...but that's high school.

September 8, 2009

Have you ever ask yourself why on LABOR day we do not labor? After a three day weekend of doing absolutely nothing, my teacher found it amusing to give out a pop quiz today. Isn't it wrong to ask a student to study over a holiday while the teacher spends time at the beach? Sometimes I wounder if they have some kind of secret club, Teachers Unanimous. Perhaps all teachers come up with what they think is the perfect plan and then cackle inside like witches as they watch our grimacing faces the next day. No, not all teachers are like that. A few are on our side helping us fight off the evil barriers that come with getting into college. I think SAT should stand for SET ALL TRICKS... Tell me if I'm wrong, but doesn't 99.9 percent of vehicle have air conditioning? Why is it only 2 percent of school buses have air conditioning? I sat on the bus today dehydrated, no beverages allowed because they may spill and watched scarcely as I felt all the moisture leave my body and form a puddle on my shirt. Isn't that the 'pits'...but that's high school.

My senior year begins...

School started two weeks ago.. and Oh-my-gosh!!.. have I had my set of ups and downs. On my first day I already had my first problem. I hadn't read the books for summer reading, well that's not totally true. I read the boring one. You know the classic one, The Odyssey. All English teachers, since the beginning of time, rave about and claim it's the greatest since the beginning of literature. Explain to me why all English teachers require you to read books by dead people, most of whom's works were not published until they were dead?.. If the material was boring when they were alive, there's a good chance it will still be boring when there dead. Anyway, back to my first day. The other required reading book was the ROAD. If you haven't heard about it, it's definitely not a book that I would recommend. I've heard it makes Stephan King look like a nursery rhyme, not that I would know. I've never read it. I read the synopsis of it though and BOY! did it ever freak me out!! After lengthy conversations with my parents I switched out of AP Lit and into Honors English. Everyone and their next door neighbor thinks I'm out of my flippen mind, but at least my mind isn't contaminated. The other major upset in my week was my college search. My school really should offer a class on getting into college 101, or at least be courteous enough not to hoard the information. Get this... I had to go through TEN, yes TEN people, to get information on what a brag sheet is. I found out it's really not that complicated. What is complicated, however, is on-line classes. I'm taking algebra 1 for credit recovery and for my test I had to write an essay describing what I had learned in the chapter. Get this... I was being graded strongly on grammar use and punctuation!! Is it just me, or has the world totally gone flip side?... I'm really fed-up. Why am I learning grammar in a math class; horror in a literature class; not allowed to cook in a cooking class; and looking straight out of a 1950's film in my required attire of black smock and pearls for my senior year book pictures? You get my point? But that's high school.