Summary of Yesterday
Posted by The Muffin Lucario on Sunday, February 20, 2011
Under: School
I'm bored, this blog is particularly lacking, and yesterday was a somewhat interesting day, so I'm going to blog about it and hope it amuses you.
Nothing particularly notable happened before school. It was an A-day, meaning I had Spanish first. Oh, joy... we were going to be doing a speaking assessment. We were originally going to be doing it two days ago, but Mrs. PM was out sick. We'd apparently had plenty of time to practice for it, but on one of those days I was out due to the flu, and the day I came back I had no idea what was going on. I found out soon enough, though, and was given pretty much the whole class to practice. Mrs. PM assigned us a random subject to have a conversation with a partner about-- mine was about shopping for a party with a relative. It didn't sound too hard, but generally speaking I have difficulty and lack of will with speaking assignments. The times I practiced, I was pretty much lost for words, and had to search my mind for what to say next. If we actually did this during the assessment, we'd probably get points taken off. Today, we were given the beginning of the class to continue practicing. I had an easier time, since I knew what to expect, but I still wasn't doing so good. After several minutes, Mrs. PM called us back to our seats. She randomly decided to make everyone record one line each person said, and translate it into English on a sheet of paper. This provided quite a bit of trouble, since people were pretty hard to hear. I bet people had fun trying to record what I said, I'm like the quietest kid in the class =P
Mrs. PM randomly chose the two people who would be going first, and they just happened to be... me and some girl named Kayla. Oh, joy. I felt nervous upon walking up to the front of class. To decide who would be speaking first, Mrs. PM asked us when our birthdays were. Kayla's was in April, and mine was obviously in July. Since Kayla was older, she'd start the conversation. I can't remember what anyone said, but it went fairly smoothly, to my relief. I think I brought up a strawberry cake, and Kayla brought up a chocolate pie or something. I ended up getting a 5/5, thankfully. The rest of class was spent watching other people perform, and taking note of what they said. Everyone else did pretty good too, except for Stripes. She couldn't even think of a single sentence to say. I remember during the speaking part of the final exam last year, she just sat there through the entire thing with a dumb look on her face. She ended up getting a zero on that portion. I bet that will look good on her high school transcript.
After that, I was supposed to have social studies. But today, we were pretty much having a fun day, so we came in and sat down, and Mr. Wiest explained what would be happening. He said in a few minutes all the kids who had all their homework done would head over to Mr. D's room and get some ice cream. After we were done eating, we'd report to the auditorium for a movie. He didn't know what we'd be watching, though. All the kids who didn't have their homework done would be staying in Mrs. L's room to work. There were a lot of people who didn't do their homework, apparently, since I saw that the room was rather full when I was walking by. I didn't feel bad for them, of course... it's their own fault.
There was a huge line of kids in Mr. D's room, all waiting to be served ice cream. I joined the line, along with Megan and Michelle. At one of the front tables, Mr. C was scooping multicolored ice cream from huge tubs, and filling large bowls with it. Kids would grab a bowl, and then either sit down somewhere in Mr. D's room, or head over to Mr. S or Mr. Wiest's room, where it was less crowded. When it was my turn to get a bowl, I grabbed a vanilla, chocolate, strawberry one, and so did Michelle. Megan chose a bowl of raspberry, lime, orange sherbet. When we were all served, we walked over to Mr. S's room, where we ate our ice cream and chatted. After a while, Mr. C came in and told us to head back to Mr. D's room. It was time for us to go to the auditorium for the movie. We all headed out the door, and made our way across the catwalk and down the stairs. We took the back entrance into the auditorium, and piled into the front row. Megan, Michelle and I sat off toward the side, where there were only like three other people. We still weren't sure what movie it was, but we soon found out-- Toy Story 3. I'd seen that movie last summer with my family, and it was cute, but it seemed sort of weird to be watching it in school in eighth grade. During the beginning of the movie, my friends and I talked quietly, but as the movie progressed, we gradually grew quieter. About halfway through all the enriched ELA kids had to leave, since for whatever reason we still had class. Mrs. R's room is pretty much right next to and above the auditorium, so it wasn't much of a trip. We sat down in our seats, and Mrs. R announced we had to make a decision: Since time was running short, and we had to start our Washington research project, we wouldn't have enough time to read the Anne Frank play and see the movie, as well as finish off the presentations. So we could either have Mrs. R sum up what happened in the rest of the play and see the movie, or continue reading as much of the play as we could. She took a vote-- it was pretty obvious what won. So she gave us a brief summary of the play, and then let one group present their holocaust novel project. The group that went read 'Summer of My German Soldier'. When they were doing their book talk, I couldn't hear a word they were saying. And their book talk was pretty darn long, so I practically fell asleep during it. When they were (finally) done, Mrs. R started up the movie, and we watched that until the end of the period. Next period was lunch, except today I had my first walking group meeting for the Washington trip. The meeting would be taking place in Mrs. R's room (she is my chaperone, but several other walking groups would be meeting there as well), so Michelle and I just left our stuff in there. We headed down to the cafeteria, and got to get lunch pretty much as soon as we got there. I got shrimp poppers (again with that stupid disgusting roll), a pear, and something else I honestly can't remember. We walked back up to Mrs. R's room, and sat down at the table with the rest of our group, which consisted of Emily and Megan. The room was very crowded, since like four or five walking groups were meeting. The only other chaperone I could recognize was Mr. Wiest; all the other teachers were from different teams. We were handed out several packets and sheets, and then Mr. Wiest and Mrs. R took turns going over the health forms, the item lists, and the punishable offenses. Apparently one year, a couple kids thought it would be funny to shine a laser pointer on a security officer's shirt from the hotel window. The officer didn't take kindly to that, and called the SWAT team, who pinpointed the room the laser had come from, and knocked down the hotel door and tackled the kids. The kids were sent home, and their parents were fined for the damages to the hotel. With Mr. Wiest and Mrs. R up front, the meeting as more enjoyable. It was soon over, though. We were let out a tiny bit late, so I walked as fast as I could to report to the next period class, which was math. When I got there, everyone else was already in their seats, and the bell rang right as I opened the door. Brooke says, "You were almost late, Kim'. No freaking duh. I walked past her without saying a word, mentally flipping the bird at her. Mr. S handed out a paper with a bunch of questions, which he said were examples of the kinds of problems most of us missed on the midterm exam last class. He told us if we were quiet and finished it all, we would play a game for the last fifteen minutes of class. Sure enough we did, even though people were talking up the yin-yang. That's what I hate about Mr. S. He doesn't care if kids talk or shout out during class-- in fact, if a kid says something 'funny', he laughs along with the class. There's this one dude, a popular kid that goes by the name of Carlton, who sits near me who always shouts out things randomly in the middle of class. All the girls think he's so funny, and the guys are laughing along as well. I try to ignore him, mentally cussing him out. Sometimes I turn and give him a brief death glare =P
The game turned out to be Around the World, with easy division flash cards. Mr. S said that the first person who made it back to their seat would win a full size candy bar. In the end, no one was able to. The kid that got closest was surprisingly this girl who seems clueless during class. I knew all the stuff, I just wasn't very vocally fast. But I did get pretty far.
Up next was homebase. Mrs. C was going to let us watch a movie-- some Mickey Mouse thing, but a seventh grader came in to make up a movie and quiz he missed, so she put on that movie instead. It was a film about a baby's first year. Like almost every homebase, I put my head down on my desk using my binder as a pillow, and pretended to fall asleep. I can never actually fall asleep, because even when I'm in bed, I have a hard time reaching sleep. So I just daydream, think of stuff and plots for my roleplays and stories, that sort of stuff. The movie in the background made it slightly more interesting, even though I had seen the same video last year. Soon enough, homebase was over, and it was time to go. I ran up to my locker, grabbed my stuff, and headed out the door to my bus. I whipped out my DS, and began training my team. Today Mike put the music on, which he only does sometimes. I like playing Black with the music on, because sometimes the Pokemon look like they're moving along with it. Halfway through the bus ride, this one guy started hitting my seat, and I turned and glared at him before returning to my game. I heard him commenting to some other dude about what game I was playing. He said something like, "I don't know what it is, but it's in Japanese." Then they started discussing what it would be like to own a Japanese copy of Black Ops. Boys, boys, boys. The bus ride went by quickly, and soon enough I was home. Both my mom and dad were already home for one reason or the next. And now that I was home, winter break had officially kicked off. :)
Nothing particularly notable happened before school. It was an A-day, meaning I had Spanish first. Oh, joy... we were going to be doing a speaking assessment. We were originally going to be doing it two days ago, but Mrs. PM was out sick. We'd apparently had plenty of time to practice for it, but on one of those days I was out due to the flu, and the day I came back I had no idea what was going on. I found out soon enough, though, and was given pretty much the whole class to practice. Mrs. PM assigned us a random subject to have a conversation with a partner about-- mine was about shopping for a party with a relative. It didn't sound too hard, but generally speaking I have difficulty and lack of will with speaking assignments. The times I practiced, I was pretty much lost for words, and had to search my mind for what to say next. If we actually did this during the assessment, we'd probably get points taken off. Today, we were given the beginning of the class to continue practicing. I had an easier time, since I knew what to expect, but I still wasn't doing so good. After several minutes, Mrs. PM called us back to our seats. She randomly decided to make everyone record one line each person said, and translate it into English on a sheet of paper. This provided quite a bit of trouble, since people were pretty hard to hear. I bet people had fun trying to record what I said, I'm like the quietest kid in the class =P
Mrs. PM randomly chose the two people who would be going first, and they just happened to be... me and some girl named Kayla. Oh, joy. I felt nervous upon walking up to the front of class. To decide who would be speaking first, Mrs. PM asked us when our birthdays were. Kayla's was in April, and mine was obviously in July. Since Kayla was older, she'd start the conversation. I can't remember what anyone said, but it went fairly smoothly, to my relief. I think I brought up a strawberry cake, and Kayla brought up a chocolate pie or something. I ended up getting a 5/5, thankfully. The rest of class was spent watching other people perform, and taking note of what they said. Everyone else did pretty good too, except for Stripes. She couldn't even think of a single sentence to say. I remember during the speaking part of the final exam last year, she just sat there through the entire thing with a dumb look on her face. She ended up getting a zero on that portion. I bet that will look good on her high school transcript.
After that, I was supposed to have social studies. But today, we were pretty much having a fun day, so we came in and sat down, and Mr. Wiest explained what would be happening. He said in a few minutes all the kids who had all their homework done would head over to Mr. D's room and get some ice cream. After we were done eating, we'd report to the auditorium for a movie. He didn't know what we'd be watching, though. All the kids who didn't have their homework done would be staying in Mrs. L's room to work. There were a lot of people who didn't do their homework, apparently, since I saw that the room was rather full when I was walking by. I didn't feel bad for them, of course... it's their own fault.
There was a huge line of kids in Mr. D's room, all waiting to be served ice cream. I joined the line, along with Megan and Michelle. At one of the front tables, Mr. C was scooping multicolored ice cream from huge tubs, and filling large bowls with it. Kids would grab a bowl, and then either sit down somewhere in Mr. D's room, or head over to Mr. S or Mr. Wiest's room, where it was less crowded. When it was my turn to get a bowl, I grabbed a vanilla, chocolate, strawberry one, and so did Michelle. Megan chose a bowl of raspberry, lime, orange sherbet. When we were all served, we walked over to Mr. S's room, where we ate our ice cream and chatted. After a while, Mr. C came in and told us to head back to Mr. D's room. It was time for us to go to the auditorium for the movie. We all headed out the door, and made our way across the catwalk and down the stairs. We took the back entrance into the auditorium, and piled into the front row. Megan, Michelle and I sat off toward the side, where there were only like three other people. We still weren't sure what movie it was, but we soon found out-- Toy Story 3. I'd seen that movie last summer with my family, and it was cute, but it seemed sort of weird to be watching it in school in eighth grade. During the beginning of the movie, my friends and I talked quietly, but as the movie progressed, we gradually grew quieter. About halfway through all the enriched ELA kids had to leave, since for whatever reason we still had class. Mrs. R's room is pretty much right next to and above the auditorium, so it wasn't much of a trip. We sat down in our seats, and Mrs. R announced we had to make a decision: Since time was running short, and we had to start our Washington research project, we wouldn't have enough time to read the Anne Frank play and see the movie, as well as finish off the presentations. So we could either have Mrs. R sum up what happened in the rest of the play and see the movie, or continue reading as much of the play as we could. She took a vote-- it was pretty obvious what won. So she gave us a brief summary of the play, and then let one group present their holocaust novel project. The group that went read 'Summer of My German Soldier'. When they were doing their book talk, I couldn't hear a word they were saying. And their book talk was pretty darn long, so I practically fell asleep during it. When they were (finally) done, Mrs. R started up the movie, and we watched that until the end of the period. Next period was lunch, except today I had my first walking group meeting for the Washington trip. The meeting would be taking place in Mrs. R's room (she is my chaperone, but several other walking groups would be meeting there as well), so Michelle and I just left our stuff in there. We headed down to the cafeteria, and got to get lunch pretty much as soon as we got there. I got shrimp poppers (again with that stupid disgusting roll), a pear, and something else I honestly can't remember. We walked back up to Mrs. R's room, and sat down at the table with the rest of our group, which consisted of Emily and Megan. The room was very crowded, since like four or five walking groups were meeting. The only other chaperone I could recognize was Mr. Wiest; all the other teachers were from different teams. We were handed out several packets and sheets, and then Mr. Wiest and Mrs. R took turns going over the health forms, the item lists, and the punishable offenses. Apparently one year, a couple kids thought it would be funny to shine a laser pointer on a security officer's shirt from the hotel window. The officer didn't take kindly to that, and called the SWAT team, who pinpointed the room the laser had come from, and knocked down the hotel door and tackled the kids. The kids were sent home, and their parents were fined for the damages to the hotel. With Mr. Wiest and Mrs. R up front, the meeting as more enjoyable. It was soon over, though. We were let out a tiny bit late, so I walked as fast as I could to report to the next period class, which was math. When I got there, everyone else was already in their seats, and the bell rang right as I opened the door. Brooke says, "You were almost late, Kim'. No freaking duh. I walked past her without saying a word, mentally flipping the bird at her. Mr. S handed out a paper with a bunch of questions, which he said were examples of the kinds of problems most of us missed on the midterm exam last class. He told us if we were quiet and finished it all, we would play a game for the last fifteen minutes of class. Sure enough we did, even though people were talking up the yin-yang. That's what I hate about Mr. S. He doesn't care if kids talk or shout out during class-- in fact, if a kid says something 'funny', he laughs along with the class. There's this one dude, a popular kid that goes by the name of Carlton, who sits near me who always shouts out things randomly in the middle of class. All the girls think he's so funny, and the guys are laughing along as well. I try to ignore him, mentally cussing him out. Sometimes I turn and give him a brief death glare =P
The game turned out to be Around the World, with easy division flash cards. Mr. S said that the first person who made it back to their seat would win a full size candy bar. In the end, no one was able to. The kid that got closest was surprisingly this girl who seems clueless during class. I knew all the stuff, I just wasn't very vocally fast. But I did get pretty far.
Up next was homebase. Mrs. C was going to let us watch a movie-- some Mickey Mouse thing, but a seventh grader came in to make up a movie and quiz he missed, so she put on that movie instead. It was a film about a baby's first year. Like almost every homebase, I put my head down on my desk using my binder as a pillow, and pretended to fall asleep. I can never actually fall asleep, because even when I'm in bed, I have a hard time reaching sleep. So I just daydream, think of stuff and plots for my roleplays and stories, that sort of stuff. The movie in the background made it slightly more interesting, even though I had seen the same video last year. Soon enough, homebase was over, and it was time to go. I ran up to my locker, grabbed my stuff, and headed out the door to my bus. I whipped out my DS, and began training my team. Today Mike put the music on, which he only does sometimes. I like playing Black with the music on, because sometimes the Pokemon look like they're moving along with it. Halfway through the bus ride, this one guy started hitting my seat, and I turned and glared at him before returning to my game. I heard him commenting to some other dude about what game I was playing. He said something like, "I don't know what it is, but it's in Japanese." Then they started discussing what it would be like to own a Japanese copy of Black Ops. Boys, boys, boys. The bus ride went by quickly, and soon enough I was home. Both my mom and dad were already home for one reason or the next. And now that I was home, winter break had officially kicked off. :)
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