Forgot To Say...

On my last post, I was too freaked out about that alien crap to even think about the major news that has occurred. My old friend, Pumpkin, past away at the beginning of this week, probably on Monday (I can't even remember the date). He was an good ol' pal who was only about five when he died and was in perfect health up until last June or July, when he started to vomit everyday. Up until his death and even today, nobody knows what has caused his death and what had happened to him orginally. I would provide a picture or two to show you of Pumpkin but the "My Images" section of ImageShack just happens to be down. If you browse through this blog enough, you'll find a picture of an orange cat. That's him. God bless him.

I didn't post in a while because I had another busy week. About five tests and a speech to do in our communication class took place this week. So far I did okay on the tests I got back and got a 100 on my speech, which I am quite pleased with. This weekend is going to be busy though. I plan on going to my sister's later on today to stay for the night (hopefully I'll remember to take my camera this time), I have a Spanish family tree to do, and an English writing assignment due for Monday in which my teacher gave us a list of people in the class and we have to write a big, positive excerpt about each person. The both assignments suck. Thankfully our Spanish tree doesn't have to be our real family, but could be fake. We do, however, need pictures so I'll be searching Google all day for "old woman in late 70's" or "fathers". I'm afraid to see what will pop up. And that writing assignment...oh God, I don't want to go there. I only know about half of the people in my class with only a half of that half knowing them well. Then we have to present it to the class! Oh geez...

While on DrakeGTA's forums yesterday (if you're under 13, don't go there), I found an interesting topic about a Super Mario World editor. I quickly clicked on the topic and read through it to find that this editor could edit the levels in the game, even the overworlds. However it required a ROM of Super Mario World and a SNES emulator. Quite frankly I threw those away months and months ago. After easily getting the emulator, searching for an hour to find the damn ROM, and then downloading the editor which took forever because WinRAR kept on saying the archieves were broken or destroyed, I was finally able to play with the editor. It's quite easy for the basic things you want to do -- build levels, add objects, add sprites, etc. but of course you can do very complex things with the editor which I didn't even dare explore yet. I can't even do half of the basic stuff such as with the enterances. The program is on my desktop in which I'm on my laptop currently but I will probably get a picture or two of the program to post here. I do say that you check it out though... I wish I had a USB SNES controller though...

Well, I'm going to go now and have some breakfast and do some homework so have a good one. Here are your totally random pictures for the day:

The Great Alien War

I was reading this today while fooling around on Google after looking up a Ted Kooser poem for school and it freaked me out to all hell. This interview is supposed to be between a female alien that is living underneath the surface of our planet and a female human who was able to somehow arrange this interview through a friend who also encountered this alien. That's a mouthful right there and it sounds pretty unbelievable, but just read it all and let it sink it, then spit it back out. See, it sounds real and the green-beige skinned alien telling us about their history, and our history, and how stupid we are, and about how we're supposed to be slaves to tall pale skinned beings but they left the planet after a war and how they're supposed to return shortly for a great war to wipe us out, the seventh generation of man. See, I don't want to believe this shit or even think about it. For one, the damn alien is saying God isn't real. Screw her! God is real! I love God! See, I'm getting worked up over some text that one can't even believe. But for the human interviewer to even come up with this stuff who have to be a genius. Hopefully she is lying and she is a science fiction genius but damn, I'm just freaked out. Everybody saying the world is going to end in 2012 and now this great alien war coming about. If this is true, what is the point of writing this blog? The aliens will just take it away! Oh no! For crying out loud, I'm pissing my pants over this issue. How the aliens can just control our mind and tell us what to do. God...at least they don't want to eat us.

Now that I got that off of my chest and will probably still complain about it sometime later on, I must talk about school now. Yes. I have a speech due Friday (just a small one) and didn't start it yet. We have to pick topics from the book and do our speech on that. I plan on doing mine on the problems that America is facing today. Well, I'll tell you some problems that I'll probably use as my main points. High gasoline prices, the war in Iraq, and the freaking war of the worlds that is going on behind us. For freaking crying out loud, we have fourteen alien species living on our planet with three of those hostile!? No, no! Okay, I'm sane again. You know what? We do have aliens. Illegal aliens, that are human beings. Mexicans that come up from their borderline without any legal permission or any documents of any kind, or anybody else that comes sneaking into the U.S.A. or the same for any other country. That's an alien! Not a freaking green reptile that can control our minds living under our surface!

I'm sane again now. My face is all red and I believe I have high blood pressure right now. Like the time I was playing the Gamecube game Super Mario Strikers (I think that's it...) at Wal-Mart and my skin was red and burny as all hell for an hour afterwards. What was I talking about before I went insane and went ranting on about damn aliens? Oh yes, school. I have that speech due Friday, a Spanish test Friday, a civics test Thursday, and a Spanish family tree due for next Tuesday. That's a tad overwhelming for me right there. I mean, it wouldn't be, besides the fact that I can't find the answers for my civics essays anywhere in my head, I hate standing in front of the classroom delivering a speech about high gasoline prices, and that lyric poem I wrote got an A-! Oh Lord! An A-! I spent three days all day thinking of the poem and writing it and he comments on my paper that I over did it. Screw that! I'll over do him. And that pre chem test just had to have a little tricky essay on it, didn't it? I knew all the damn mole-mole, mass-mass, volume-volume, mass-volume, limited reactants, and percent yeild problems but not the damn essay!

I don't even know why I'm in a bad mood right now. I was fine all day but then I start going crazy over aliens. I tried to post here yesterday with some pictures but Blogger was down so alas here is a little story:

Yesterday after coming home from school, I had this unbearing desire to take a picture of a bird. Sure, I have a parakeet in a cage downstairs in my living room, but I wanted a picture of a wild bird. So I get changed, grab my camera, and paced around my yard looking for a bird. I heard the darn things around me everywhere but can't find one. All I found was a helicopter flying by overhead (note there are two different images there). So I gave up and walked inside because it was getting cold. I was warming up when I spotted on my kitchen counter bread. Yes, nice and fluffly bread; a magnet for birds in the middle of the winter. So I grab a piece and my camera and dashed outside, throwing the bread everywhere. And then sought out a hiding spot, finding one. This was my view of the field of bread from behind my hiding post. Long story short, I saw my dog. But in the end, I finally took a picture of a bird. Even though it's a little plastic.

I meant to post that yesterday. Don't expect any posts for the remainder of the week. Get ready for the alien war. Here are some random pictures. Have a good one:

Superbowl Sunday

Oh God. I cannot wait until this game comes on later today. Steelers v. Seahawks in Detroit for Superbowl XL. The day that you devour all of the junk food that you bought while sitting back and watching an intense game of football, hoping for your team to win with an extremely high score so alas you can mock everybody in school who said your opponent would win. I don't even have to describe this feeling to anybody. You all should know it. Fellow workers in the office at work betting on one of the two teams to win... Speaking of betting, I've been getting into Texas Hold 'Em on AIM a lot lately but I'm getting off-topic here. I personally hope the Steelers win just because they're a PA team plus I watched them defeat the Colts in an amazing game and some of the Broncos game. I wanted Kansas City to get into the play-offs but of course that didn't happen. Strange that you have two PA teams going to two different bowls. In college football, you had Penn State go to the Orange Bowl, winning that game. Now you have the Pittsburgh Steelers in the NFL going to the Superbowl, hopefully winning that game. Of course even if the Steelers won, I'd feel bad for the Seahawks because this is the first Superbowl they ever went to so winning it would be great for them. But still, go Steelers.

It's been a week since I posted which is pretty bad in my book. This was due to school. And more school. And some more school. And going on the computer not in the mood to post. And some more school. And then going outside with a fear of school. Like I have mentioned in my previous post, I had an original poem to come up with by Wednesday so my schedule was full Monday and Tuesday in which on those days I was trying to come up with something. Thankfully I finished it and liked it, in which I don't like a lot of literature that I write. Then Wednesday and Thursday I had a lot of homework (or just one of those days...I don't really recall). Then I relaxed on Friday and went outside for a majority of the day yesterday. Well, maybe only four hours. Anyway, the week pretty much sucked...

On Friday (I think [dammit, I can never match a certain day to a certain event]) I went to Circuit City to buy an SD card for my Nikon 4800. I had $45 to spare that I just received that day from checks that my father cashed from Christmas and my birthday so I decided to pick up a 512 MB SD card for $44.20 (or something similar to that). So like I have once proposed to in the past, I stated that once I got an SD card that I'd start going around town taking pictures. Well, I didn't get to that point yet. I wanted to today but first I have to study for a speech test and then I could. I'm too lazy now to. However I went outside yesterday to Craig's friend's house and took my camera, making some short four minute movies and taking some pictures. Then we went to my house for a few and sat around, in which I resumed taking pictures. Espically the picture of half a pine tree in which it appears to be floating in the air. However my camera then froze up from the chilly weather. So, I have these pictures to share:

As you could also see from these pictures, there is currently no snow on the ground. We've been having weather lately with a temperature of fifty degrees and a lot of rain. However, it is cold out due to wind chill and the rain makes the moisture in the air pretty damn cold. Actually we were supposed to be hit by a massive snowstorm today into tomorrow however it's going to miss us. Every storm misses Northeastern Pennsylvania.

Also during the course of the school week, we received our report cards. Just to make it nice and simple, my average for the second quarter was 101.333 with my average for the year thusfar 101.066. This was not the highest grade however, in which my friend, Caitlin, got an even higher grade of about 101.733 for the second quarter. Congradulations. I find these scores to be quite amazing. I didn't know they could get that high for an average on a report card.

Have a good one and enjoy the Superbowl. Go steelers!

Dying Slowly

This is the third weekend that I slept over my sister and brother-in-law's house and I must say, my hand is sore. Their black cat, Buster, is a demon. I think he seriously a demon. I go to pet him and he freaks out and starts spazzing out at me, scratching the hell out of my hand. I pick him up and he punches me in the face with his paw, hissing loudly. Although when my sister goes to pick him up, he might only do that. For my brother-on-law, he loves him so therefore, no fights. I must say though, their cat has a Hitler mustache. Right underneath his nose is a little black mark that looks like a mustache similar to Hitler. Well, I have to say, that cat is as crazy as Hitler was. Anyway, I just love being at their apartment. Just the overall atmosphere of the place, with the cat nearby always trying to pounce on you to the yells and clashes of the pizza place downstairs, it just feels like a home to me. So, we have a lyric poem to write for English class for Wednesday and I plan on writing it on their house, just because I have a strong feeling about the place and my loved ones are there, including demon cat.

Sadly enough, my own cat, the orange one Pumpkin, is dying. I always said he was dying before (or at least I think I did) but this time, it's for real. He can hardly walk, you can practically see an outline of all of his organs and skeleton, and his eyes have this look that'll kill your heart if you look into them long enough. It seems as if he's 90-years-old and was a veteran of two wars. It's just sad. I wasn't here today to see him much because I just got home at eight from my sister's but when my mother called when I was my sister's apartment, she said that Pumpkin was lying in the corner of the computer room by the old side door all day. He did just come out a little while ago from that corner and walked into the kitchen. He's been sick since June, went to the vet multiple times, and was almost put to sleep once, but wasn't because his blood test scores were perfect. The vet claimed that he couldn't even make up blood test results they were that good. It's a mystery on how he got sick. Nobody knows why, although we cannot rule out cancer.

I've been getting back into the RPG Maker scheme of things again. For some reason I was bored Friday (or somewhere around there) and booted RPG Maker XP up after looking around my computer files. I actually started a story up, built some maps, and really got into the events. Although I will never master map design, scripts, events, variables, etc. because those things are way beyond me. Even the simple database got me confused in some parts of it. I've been reading around some forums about RPG Maker XP and realized how much I suck at normally simple programs. I don't care though. I just plan on sharing my game with friends.

I'm just going to lay back now and look around the internet because I'm just in that mood. I have school tomorrow and I don't even care, which is a very weird feeling after being worried all day and, well, everyday practically. I have that damn poem to write and only two days to write it because I was stupid and spent all day yesterday playing around with RPG Maker XP besides planning it or doing other homework so I could work on the poem today. But no...I had to go make an Xeron Lamian.

Have a good one.

"At The Bell"

First I must say that I hate when your tablets in school get full because then you have to get a new tablet meaning that all of the valuable information in your old tablet that you'll need in class may be sitting at home. I haven't run into this situation yet (thank God) but I'm heading there very shortly. The third quarter started today, I believe, which means we're entering the second half of the school year. Wow, time goes by fast when you're "having fun". But because it is now the third quarter, my notebooks are becoming filled with text and unused sheets of paper are becoming harder to find. Switching tablets would be a very hard task for me, probably resorting to the fact that I'll have to carry around two tablets for one subject. Such as math. We're now getting into proofs which means we have to refer back to older notes we took to find postulates, theoerms, etc. which surely means I cannot throw an old math tablet to the side. But you know what's really ticking me off? As a subsitute of getting a binder this year, I put all of my folders in my tablets which worked out well so far this year. However now I'm getting to the back of my tablets where I keep these folders where the folders rip and destroy the paper in the notebook. This means I might lose notes because of this or rip stuff or the like, which I disdain doing. While studying for the Spanish mid-term about two weeks ago, I started cursing when I ripped a page a little bit. It's not that I'm obsessed with being neat or anything (look at my previous post to a picture of my bed when I'm doing my homework and see how "neat" that is) but I just hate ripped paper or notes. I just felt like getting this off of my chest so if you read all of this, then you deserve a Grammy award.

Yea, I don't even understand why I just wrote the above paragraph. Anyway, "At The Bell" started today, also known as "This Program Will Turn You All Into PSSA -Taking Zombies", and we had to do the multiple choice questions today. Only some classes did this today. Actually all of my classes besides home ec. and English did it. And even beyond that, we did an open-ended question for music. And in music we do nothing more than talk and watch movies with some nudity in it. Actually there were only two scenes of nudity. It wasn't too bad however those open-ended questions that we're supposed to do on Friday are haunting me.

God I am horrible at answering questions in school. I messed up in civics and Spanish today responding to the teachers through oral speech. In civics we were discussing the Consitution of the United States and when discussing the compromises and main ideas, I answered some wrong statements which in one word sucked. And then in Spanish I was having a hard time trying to have my brain absorb all of the new information thrown at us about family members and birthday parties. Then the teacher called on me while I was writing down a translation and I answered wrong because I was behind translating a sentence prior to the one she asked me about. I only got uncle and aunt mixed up because I wasn't looking ahead at the proper noun (the name) but small things like that bother. This is why I normally keep my mouth shut in school. I learn and don't feel bad about the subject after the period is over.

Well, have a good one. Sorry about the huge and boring entry but I needed to type some problems down relating to school that I'm having.

Good Afterall?

Even though I'm still pissed at this "At The Bell" thing we're doing at my school due to our new principal, I do have to say that some aspects of it aren't as bad as I thought they would be. For example, in math today we had our first daily question of the day and it was almost basic 3rd grade math, find the number that fits in the following sequence. Then we had a daily question in pre chem which was pretty easy. It dealed with moles and molar mass. They may be easy now, but they'll turn evil within about a week. Tomorrow every subject has to do a multiple choice question and Friday every subject has to do an essay/open-ended question. This is bull if you ask me, but that's just my opinion. I highly doubt this program will help our test scores because if your grades are low and you don't try in school, then you won't try on this making your grades even worse. And Lakeland is composed of about half of these kind of people. I'd like to put it that I'm not that half though.

Anyway, in pre chem today, I got my grade back on my mid-term. Two entries ago I said that my teacher thought a friend was cheating off of me so I wasn't sure if she took off points or gave me a zero on the test. Well, I got a 104 on my mid-term and a 104 as my quarter average. Everything was okay afterall.

I'm not really in the mood for writing today so therefore you're going to get a short and sweet entry. I have a Spanish test tomorrow so I'm going to resume studying for that now. But I do have two pictures I took for no reason. Have a good one.

An Unexpected Snow Day

Being that I was at my sister's house all weekend, I didn't have my weatherman of a father around to tell me what the weather was expected to be in the upcoming forecast. Sure, I could've watched the local news but I was having too much of a good time there to even consider it. Plus they don't have cable but they still get the local channels like Fox, ABC, CBS, etc. so that ruled out the Weather Channel. So when I heard yesterday that we were supposed to get a snowstorm, I was shocked. Here we are in 50 degree weather for the past couple weeks (referred to as the January Break I believe) and we're getting a snowstorm! And in the middle of January too! God I was shocked. Okay, I'm being sarcastic now. After watching the news after I came home yesterday from my sister's I found that the snow would start falling at the perfect time for a delay or a cancellation. And when I woke up exactly at 6:16 this morning, I ran downstairs on my desktop (which is always on in the morning due to my father) and went onto WNEP.com to see if my school schedule was affected at all. Surely enough, it was. "CLOSED" You surely already know this due to the title of this entry though.

I was sort of expecting a cancellation after hearing the news. Our school, since we got our new principal, seems to be closing a lot more and earlier than it would otherwise in previous years. Example: Last week we got out early on Tuesday because we were expected to get ice. We were one of the first on TV to announce the early dismissal. We never got ice. That right there shows you how brillant our school is. Although that early dismissal was a gift from God because I had two essays to write after I came home and never would've got them done after a full school day. I was up until ten writing them, starting to write them around two in the afternoon. This also goes to show why I hate that 21 essay a week program we have at our school. It took me eight hours just to write two essays, nevertheless writing an essay in ten minutes for a certain subject.

Anyway, today after I woke up at ten, I turned on NFL 2K2. Everytime I'm at school and the people around me are discussing Madden 06 or Madden 2005 or a college football videogame, I bring up NFL 2K2. Then they proclaim that I throw that away due to the fact that it's "out-dated" and get the more up-to-date versions such as theirs. But I never would. I just have a certain passion for the game that is unexplainable. Today I resumed my season. I was in Week 11 and my team was going undefeated. The Lakeland Flurries. A team I customized myself. Wearing their orange-yellow and white uniforms, they marched onto the turf that they were to play on, an opponent's field. Lakeland was away going up aganist the home team, the Philadelphia Eagles. The coin toss takes place. Lakeland picks tails, winning the coin toss and chooses to kick the ball so that therefore they'll get the ball first in the second half. The game takes place and finally ends hours later. The outcome: Lakeland wins, 312-14. Here's the proof. This was the biggest defeat I have won throughout the whole season, with the second biggest probably being around 260-21. There's a game in progress right now (computer vs. computer) so I can't check my season stats right now. Damn I love that game.

I also had to shovel the sidewalks so I decided (during half-time of my football game) to take my Nikon 4800 outside and finally take some outdoor shots. So here are the pictures I have taken:

That's practically all I have to post for now. This day will probably fly by and I'll be faced with school tomorrow, and the essays. They start this week. On Wednesday they were supposed to start but I guess they might be pushed back, or we'll just have them tomorrow. We have the damn program in math everyday in which we have to do 11th grade math problems in three to four minutes. Screw her! My math teacher is the one with Mr. Hanni who wanted this damn program. She's getting on my nerves already. 9th grade and doing 11th grade math...damn her to hell. I don't know if that's worse, though, than when I was in 7th grade and my China-loving teacher gave us 12th grade grammar, just because we were in advanced English. But seriously, our math teacher was pretty much jumping up and down when she was telling us about her plans for the program. Oh well...

Have a good day.

Vacation From Home

Well, plenty has occured since the last time I posted and even beyond that period in time. First, however, I'd like to announce that I joined BlogExplosion. This site is truely amazing and it's driving traffic to my blog like crazy. It really works. Also while browsing through other's sites to earn credits to gain the traffic, I came to realize how my blog is empty. Sure, it has an ample amount of writing and 120+ entries at the moment, but just all of the extras I have aren't really anything extra. I have ads, a few links, and a counter. Wow! Surfing through the sites made me realize how much mine sucks. So I plan on fooling around with my blog for a while and try to add some new things to it. I may actually risk it and put a tag board up, although past experiences tell me not to. Also I think today is the one-year anniversity of Buddy Foote's Blog. Not this blog but my old one, which isn't still running hence the name version two of this one. I'm not too fond of my old blog, it's practically garbage. But I still keep it up for shits and giggles. Also I plan on having a lot more pictures on this site from now on. I think I might get my father's digital camera out and take some pictures off of there being that I'm too lazy at the moment to get up and take pictures with mine. I only like taking pictures of the outdoors, and right now it's almost nine at night. So expect some changes to happen.

One of the main reasons that I didn't post this weekend was because I slept over my sister and brother-in-law's apartment over the whole course of this weekend. Went over Friday night and came home around five in the afternoon today. That's a vacation for me right there. If you listened to my last audio blog (which is horrible like everyone I ever do) you can see that I stayed at my sister's last weekend too. I'm starting to live there. I went over Friday night with my brother-in-law while my sister was working to hook up their DSL which just arrived. I had absoultely no experience with getting DSL to work but I had more sense than they did I guess. So we got it working and spent the time on the computer most of the weekend, my brother-in-law talking to his sister and neices while my sister explored MySpace for the first time. I was able to go on a lot but their keyboard, oh God, I don't even want to discuss the keyboard. I never had such a hard time typing before. I only type with one finger (the index on my left hand) so it was practically hurting afterwards. This was like a Windows 95 keyboard. Those old ones. With the backspace being the size of a regular letter key with a little arrow pointing to the left and a turbo key by the right shift, whatever the hell that did. Plus the cap lock kept on getting jammed on me. I wouldn't dare try typing up an entry on there.

Anyway I had a lot of fun. I was pretty depressed when I left. It was just one of those depressing moments. It's getting dark outside with overcast skys and you're watching a football game in a dark room with nobody around you besides Buster, the cat, and my sister on the computer in the guest room next room over. Waiting to be picked up to go home where you have to clean up your room underneath the bed because you're getting a new matress. But you find out the matress isn't coming until Friday. I started tearing while eating a vanilla yogurt with M&M's at the kitchen table when I got home because I realized I had school tomorrow and that the great weekend was over already. Plus with these essays and multiple choice questions we have to do everyday now, I really don't look forward to school tomorrow.

Yes, school. The last two mid-terms I had to take were pre chem and math. The math was hard as hell. It was open notebook and worksheet (we don't use the book) and it was even hard. Just the questions were confusing and didn't really specify what was being asked. I stuggled through it on Thursday skipping the whole back page and about six in-between. Thankfully she gave us fifteen minutes on Friday to finish up, which I did. And the pre chem mid-term was easy, besides the fact that my teacher thought I was cheating on it. The person sitting in front of me was turned a little bit like he normally sits, turned and all, and I was discussing a problem with myself. So then the teacher asks the person in front of me, his name is Matt and he's a good friend of mine, if he was talking to me, saying that was called cheating. I responded that I wasn't cheating then a large majority of the room started shouting, "Steve doesn't cheat!" I think that saved me from a zero. If I got a zero on a mid-term, I'd have to say good-bye to my future dreams of being a cool computer teacher.

I'm starting to get back into a regular reading habit. Sure I'm always reading, but it's stuff online I'm reading. I'm either reading Runescape news or blogs or rant sites, not paper books. So I dusted off an old book I bought once and never finished reading, called "A Catcher in the Rye", and started to reread it. I can relate to the main character in many ways, besides the fact that I'm not failing four out of five main subjects and being kicked out of an all-boys school. That's not really a spoiler because he pretty much says that from the beginning. A good read nevertheless. I thought that reading would help me write and writing having to do with these essays we have in school nowadays. I was never an avid reader due to school and the internet, but hopefully I'll become one.

And you know what's really been pissing me off lately? Commas. Yes, commas. "," I never know, in my writing, if I'm using them the right way or not. And it's starting to tick me off. Am I using too many commas? I think so. That could be a problem.

I would type a lot more (because I'm just in that mood) but my left arm is killing me from stretching over and typing on my laptop's keyboard. Those things can really make you achy. I plan on going to download some program that I read about at my sister's that can edit almost anything on a website. So I think I might go "play" with that. Have a good one.

EDIT right after posting: I just remembered I wanted to say something. Even though I'm a 15-year old in 9th grade at the moment, I plan to have this very blog running as long as possible, with me moving throughout the grades of high school and then college. This very blog is the life of a "youngster" (as some would say) so by reading this, you're practically experiencing what life is like through a high school student's eyes. I just felt like pointing this out. As long as Blogger's around, this blog will be around. Plus I actually plan on buying a .com domain in the future.

Now you can have a good one.

An Essay A Day

At the beginning of the school year this year, I liked 9th grade. It seemed more care-free than previous years even though many rumors previously stated that 9th grade is the hardest grade. I just don't see that. Now, today, I have seen this year turn into a hellhold. A major plot change has occured in the midst of a masterpiece that was great until that point in time. A burden was brought down upon us, the students of Lakeland High, that'll, in the outcome, turn into a tragedy. I say a revolution is coming, and not for the better either. This is a Revolutionary War, in which the Americans lost in the end.

There's a new "program" running on at our school that'll occur until the end of this year, directed to us by our new principal, Mr. Dumbass Hanni. It's called "At The Bell" or something similar to that. In this "program", you have to either write an essay or answer multiple choice questions about the subject you're currently in. This takes place three days in a week, Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. And we have to write an essay (or do the multiple choice) in each one of our classes, probably all besides gym. This is supposed to prepare us for the PSSA's, although the seniors of us school even have to take it and they'll never see the PSSA's again in their life. This is supposed to improve our test scores, but trying to write a good essay in ten minutes may not make our grades go up so well. I think our brains may melt, that's what will happen. And you know what's going to happen? Another walk-out, maybe a teacher strike, protests, etc. because our "quiet little country" school is rebellious like that. We had a little walk-out once just because our principal while I was in 7th grade was fired. That's nothing compared to what's going on now.

Now in some cases this may not be a big concern, however, our shitface of a principal also enforced other rules that bogus to a school like Lakeland. Where's the Kevin and King combo!?

I could go on forever about this but I'm downstairs where I can't think because my nephew is here and it's time to go to bed. My last two mid-terms are tomorrow. Night.

Call From Sister's