A Day Of Days

Okay. There are times that the Conservative Christian School makes me want to go nuts. But it didn't today. Every single class (well, with the exception of español) made me happy. List?

Singing Class With Dane

Our. Sopranos. Are. Terrible.

Our. Tenors. Are. Non-Existent.

Our. Basses. Screw. Off. WAY. TOO. MUCH.

Our. Altos. Are. Fabulous.

(You can guess which one I am.)

Science Class With The Insane Professor

I didn't totally kill our test. A fun story was told and we got off topic.

Number Class With Dane

Okay, this made me a little mad. Answering questions with questions is....annoying. But I'm almost done with our uberly-long assignment, even though I'm some thousand dollars off. And he felt bad that he made me mad, which is an achievement in itself.

Language Class With Señorita Enthusiasm

....sometimes I wish we'd just copy devotions.

But then again I don't. I've learned a lot from my years with her.

I don't know.

Oh well. She called me "Nita," which means beautiful, which made my year. And I like her clothes and she likes mine, so I'm not one to whine. (But I do anyway.)

History Class With Mr. "Pronunciation? We Don't Need No Stinkin' Po...nun...criati...on"

Well, I sat at the back of the room, wrote a drabble that was basically pointless and his unique turn of the phrase caught up with him.

Food Time With Half The Student Body And A Few Teachers

Good food, good company, and not much accomplished for our promenade that is (not) quickly approaching.

God Class With Pastor Sarcasm

Oh geez. Fun. Fun fun fun. My section is the best. We have these amazingly good conversations that are usually on topic. We get stuff done. Mostly.

Math Class With Mr. I-Can't-Decide-If-I-Like-You

I hate math, all right?

Well, that's a lie. I hate the correcting of math, which is when I get thirteen and three-fifths problems out of thirty wrong. (Speaking of, I still have to do my assignment. Ugh. ...oh well. It can wait.) I like doing the stuff that I know how to. (Oh, this thing tonight is gonna take forever. Lots of numbers.) But it was actually fun today.

Study Hour With Dane

I never actually study during this time. I rant, I play, I try to figure out our friendship, I'm snarky. Today was no exception.

"American Literzzzzzzzzz---Huh?" Class With Mr. Hot And Cold

And that title doesn't really fit, because today was enjoyable. Except Benjamin Franklin and Thomas Paine can shut up. The stupid inverted sentences and politcal rants about things that were, yes, important during that time but sleeping pill-worthy today (and I know, that's such a teenager-y thing to say). But thanks to some hyper (read as: on crack!) back row dwellers, it was memorable.

It was, in a word: fun.