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So, for some reason Blogger is being a tool and revoked my rights of giving these posts a title. Believe me, it's bothering the hell out of me and I am THIS CLOSE to eating Blogger's first born child.
Sorry, this doesn't technically count as a post since I can really think of anything to blog about...any ideas? Go like the facebook page ( click here! ) and post any blog post ideas on there, or just simply comment below.
With what I think is an allergic reaction to the vitamin E in my moisturizer on my face, I leave you yearning for the next post. If there is one. Lol.
Thursday, November 18, 2010
Sunday, November 7, 2010
Oh the Maturity...
I'M BACCCCKKKKK!!!!! I bet you missed me! I'm sorry, but I was just dry, I couldn't think of anything to write about, and to be honest, I don't really want to put my name on something that's super lame. Unfortunately, I had to grow up:( I'm not in grade 7 anymore! I'm in grade 8, and apparently I have to starts becoming "responsible" and "mature". Even though Div 8 is no longer "real", it still exists and is going strong:P The kind of creepy thing is, now I'm in div 16. I'm gonna laugh if next year I'm in div 24.
For the most part, I really like the kids in my class. They're all really nice and most of them are almost as crazy as the kids in div 8 were, but I like them. This class has quirks of their own...
Have you read the Diary of a Wimpy Kid? Well, you know the cheese touch? I don't know who, but someone thought it would be funny to start up the cheese touch in class. Now, everyone has their fingers crossed all the time, and people are running away frantically in hopes of escaping the cheese touch of doom. My family and I were having dinner and my mom pointed out something that made me think... she said, "So pretty much grade 8's and grade 5's are on the same level?". After pondering that statement for a while, I realized that everything we had worked so hard to achieve was flying out the metaphorical window at the speed of Connor running when he's caffeine high. Our empire has been crushed. We were now no different then those lame grade 5's. What to do, what to do? Really, you can't change how people are, you just have to change the way they think.
The next day at school I looked around the classroom, and this is what I say:
People fighting over how gets to try and open my thermos. "Motheati" falling over because he was laughing so hard. Connor grabbing peoples collar bone and chasing them across the classroom.
At recess, you see kids having contests to see who can jump across the most people in a single leap, you see kids like Inho, who...well you can't really say anything, you just have to meet him. Amidst all of this dysfunctional chaos, I had an epiphany; THE WORLD IS DOOMED. If kids are the future, what the hell is the future going to look like if these maniacs are going to be running the world? All I can say is that Nutella is going to be a lot more common...
So, what are the kids in your class like? Leave a comment or post it on the facebook page, "School Life is Hard".
So, with a glass of water in hand, I leave you yearning for the next post. If there is one. lol.
I'M BACCCCKKKKK!!!!! I bet you missed me! I'm sorry, but I was just dry, I couldn't think of anything to write about, and to be honest, I don't really want to put my name on something that's super lame. Unfortunately, I had to grow up:( I'm not in grade 7 anymore! I'm in grade 8, and apparently I have to starts becoming "responsible" and "mature". Even though Div 8 is no longer "real", it still exists and is going strong:P The kind of creepy thing is, now I'm in div 16. I'm gonna laugh if next year I'm in div 24.
For the most part, I really like the kids in my class. They're all really nice and most of them are almost as crazy as the kids in div 8 were, but I like them. This class has quirks of their own...
Have you read the Diary of a Wimpy Kid? Well, you know the cheese touch? I don't know who, but someone thought it would be funny to start up the cheese touch in class. Now, everyone has their fingers crossed all the time, and people are running away frantically in hopes of escaping the cheese touch of doom. My family and I were having dinner and my mom pointed out something that made me think... she said, "So pretty much grade 8's and grade 5's are on the same level?". After pondering that statement for a while, I realized that everything we had worked so hard to achieve was flying out the metaphorical window at the speed of Connor running when he's caffeine high. Our empire has been crushed. We were now no different then those lame grade 5's. What to do, what to do? Really, you can't change how people are, you just have to change the way they think.
The next day at school I looked around the classroom, and this is what I say:
People fighting over how gets to try and open my thermos. "Motheati" falling over because he was laughing so hard. Connor grabbing peoples collar bone and chasing them across the classroom.
At recess, you see kids having contests to see who can jump across the most people in a single leap, you see kids like Inho, who...well you can't really say anything, you just have to meet him. Amidst all of this dysfunctional chaos, I had an epiphany; THE WORLD IS DOOMED. If kids are the future, what the hell is the future going to look like if these maniacs are going to be running the world? All I can say is that Nutella is going to be a lot more common...
So, what are the kids in your class like? Leave a comment or post it on the facebook page, "School Life is Hard".
So, with a glass of water in hand, I leave you yearning for the next post. If there is one. lol.
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