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capelesscrusader:

Found an old yet awesome shirt today. Score.

I am extremely jealous of that shirt. D:

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prostitutionisrevolution:

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Theology! Yay!

Since I go to a Catholic school, everyone is required to take one religion class each year. These Theology classes are ever so aptly named Theology I, Theology II, Theology III and Theology IV. I’m in Theology III because I’m a Junior. This year it’s Church History.

I. Am. A. Theology. Badass. 99.6% = My grade.

Coach Wells is really different. He’s the bowling coach and he talks like a sports announcer. He handles all the detentions, especially those that have to do with violations during Mass. If you can answer one supposedly impossible question, you get out of it. But no one ever does. And Coach Wells says that’s the beauty of it, because it makes him smarter than everyone else. I love 5th period. He yells at us in German.

One day, he pulled out a spoon and told us “If I ever catch any of you cheating, guess what I’m going to do. I’m going to take this spoon and scoop out your eyes. Then you won’t be able to look at anyone else’s papers ever again.” He keeps the spoon on his desk. Sometimes I look at it from my desk. He says some former student brought it to him because she knows that he likes weird things.

Today we took a test. I forgot about it until 4th period, so I did the study guide after my Sonnet quiz. It was about The conversion of Russia and Germany and such things. I get 100% on like all those tests. Wells-meister says he has to make them harder just so he can bring me down. Not going to happen, Wells-meister. He also says that I can add whatever “drawrings” I want to it. So I drew an octopus with a moustache and a flag that said “NAKED IRISH PIRATES” on my answer sheet. I hope my doodles brighten his day.

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94 because I’m actually an Honors student, but don’t tell because I feel smart when I understand the poems and know the backgrounds on the authors.

It makes me feel like a BAMF.

Ms. Freel is about 5’2” and has pale, pale blonde hair. It blends into her skin and she blends in the white board. She’s only like 40 but she has smile lines. She calls us her “sticker class” because we’re BA and because we have more stickers than all the other classes. We talk about Disney movies.

Ryan usually pokes his head in and says something sexual. “Wiener” is his favorite, but he doesn’t say his R’s, so it just makes it funny. Greg—who looks like Voldemort because he’s a wrestler and the wrestlers had to shave their heads—and Josh—who is Ron because his hair is srsbsns red—cause problems. They put a bag on my head because they’re mean. But it’s okay. On exam day, I have brown grocery sacks espeically for them. Josh’s has Ron Weasley’s face on it and Greg’s had “HE WHO MUST NOT BE NAMED” written on it. In Sharpie. BYAHH.

4th period would be even better if my stomach wasn’t growling and making awkward sounds in the back of the room. And Inappropriate W-yan wasn’t transferring into our class next semester. Ugh.

Traditional U.S. History. I have a 96 in that class because I’m actually an AP student. Taking regular classes to boost the GPA = good idea.

Coach Heinz is our teacher. He is also the football coach. And the baseball coach. He likes to bother me because I’m a cheerleader, saying that I won’t know the answers. But I always do. It’s kind of funny. Except for being the only one who knows the answer. It makes me look like a dork.

There’s this one kid named Luke. He’s a character. If things are going to be awkward or inappropriate, it’s probably because Luke caused it. Like when he humped the air that was dangerously close to Caitlyn’s desk. Poor Caitlyn. More traumatizing things happen to her during third period than anything else.

Michael is also in that class. He’s Asian and loud and proclaims his genius over all of us. It’s unfortunate—he’s extremely smart, but in mathematics and nothing else. Social situations are a mystery to him. Like why it is unacceptable to sprint down the hallway and knock over several freshmen. They think he’s some kind of Asian hulk. Huh.

Yeah. That class is something different. Not as much fun as AP World last year. We had debates over the effects Pokemon has had on society, and Ms. Dolin joined in.

Alg II is not as exciting as art. Trust me.

Ms. Stafford is like a math zombie. Most zombies just moan, but she moans things about matrices and slopes and other shit I really don’t care for. She’s obviously never married because she gets our tests back to us the day after we take them, and she checks the work. Not just the answers.

Maybe we should buy her a cat or something.

I have four friends in that class—Kelsey, Mason, Caitlyn and Laura—but we all sit across the room from each other and are not allowed to speak, let alone make eye contact. I usually read during math classes, but I sit right in front. Right in front of Ms. Zombie Woman’s eyes. She likes to watch me. So I have to act like I’m paying attention. It’s seriously cut back on my reading time. I have since felt quite deprived of literature.

The only exciting things that happen are when Zombie Math Lady asks questions about us. Like when Sara came back after her “accident” (Drunkenly falling out a window and breaking a hip, a leg and an arm), Ms. Stafford asked all these really personal questions about Sara’s wheelchair. Like if her butt fell asleep.

Second period is like purgatory.

My art table is really interesting. There’s Connor, who rarely speaks, Collin and Trevor, who are always talking, Doesn’t-Do-His-Work-Matt, Foster, Amanda, Alan Le Dumb Reed and Me.

Except Alan managed to break of his legs so he’s not here this week.

But Trevor is creepily obsessed with the table of freshman girls. He nicknamed them. Coraline, Little Bit, Honey and Bunches. Like Honey Bunches of Oats. Yeah.

So we made Christmas cards yesterday, and Trevor insisted that we all address them to Coraline. So we did. My card had a Christmas unicorn—who’s horn was, in fact, piercing the sky—and a Naughty/Nice list. Guess who was on the naughty list? Alan Le Dumb Reed, that’s right. We gave them to Coraline today. She was freaked out, but mostly by Collin’s note.

“Merry Christmas. I’m sorry Trevor is stalking you. It really puts a damper on my stalking you—when two stalkers are stalking the same girl at the same time, we can get territorial.

Love, Collin.”

Poor Ms. Beck. I don’t think anything could have prepared her for the Art class filled with Juniors and Matt.

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gublernation:

so adorable it kills me.

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ilovereadingandwriting:

Question: Is it difficult to learn the craft of writing?
Answer: “Yes, it’s hard to write, but it’s harder not to.”
~Carl Van Doren

Question: How much time should a writer commit to his/her craft?
Answer: “The way you define yourself as a writer is that you write every time you have a free minute. If you didn’t behave that way you would never do anything.”
~John Irving

Question: What about word count? Is there any advice on pacing yourself?
Answer: “The faster I write, the better my output. If I’m going slow, I’m in trouble. It means I’m pushing the words instead of being pulled by them.”
~Raymond Chandler

Question: Is there a secret to becoming a successful author?
Answer: “The secret of becoming a writer is to write, write, and keep on writing.”
~Ken MacLeod

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Omg. This a T-Rex. With pink bunny slippers. On a t-shirt. Must have.