HS Reveals the Meaning of Life

Or not. In fact, it has proved that there is no meaning in life, no reason to live. But I digress..

You would think that having semi-enjoyed middle school I would feel the same way about high school. Apart from a nifty block schedule (periods 1,2,3,4 on "blue day" and 5,6,7,8 on "white day"), it's more of the same. Which leaves me wondering, If it is more of the same, why is it so much more boring? How does it drag on so? Everything is so repetitious! Taking notes doesn't bother me. Taking notes for three days, lab for one day, test the next day--that bothers me. I should not be able to know what we are doing every class for the whole year less than two months into it. Ridiculous. In fact I find all of high school so frustrating that I am going to map out my classes:

Blue Day
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Geometry Honors: notes and work from the book each day, worksheets before quizzes which are at the middle and end of chapters, then a review worksheet and the test. repeat. The teacher is nice enough. I know a couple people in the class, but no friends or even actual acquaintances. My love of the subject balances out my hatred for the repetitive schedule.

Into to Journalism: why, oh why, did I not take band!! this class is horrid, absolutely horrid. the teacher is really nice, but our assignments are either drawn out worksheets complete with vocab terms, or pointless projects that are nothing but busy-work. example of such a project: we had to memorize the first amendment. not what it was about or how it affected people, just rote memorization.

Pool: pool, seriously? why can't we just take two semesters of regular gym? i'm a dreadfully slow swimmer, which is becoming increasingly embarassing. to top it off, the idiot overseers (they cannot be called teachers as they do not teach us--no, not even to swim. we are just assumed to know how) As I say, our idiot overseers put me in lane six out of six with all of the ridiculously fast swimmers. The person behind me usually reaches the other side at the same time as me. well, fuck it all.

Lunch with "Friends": I have lunch at noon, which means I have gone six hours without eating. unhealthy, that. sometimes I have a snack, but normally I'm not really hungry until pool, and obviously I can't be eating in there. the people I sit with are real bitches. Two girls that I used to be really close to and a guy that I knew through them, but was never actual friends with myself. The one girl is a complete bitch, does not include me in conversations, sometimes she doesn't even say hi to me. In fact, most of the time she just ignores me. The other girl is only slightly better. She'll talk if everyone else is in the lunch line and she usually gives a hint of a greeting. I suspect girl one is heavily influencing girl two with regards to her behaviour towards me. Both of them pop up as soon as they're done eating (which doesn't take long, considering they eat the equalivalent of half a sandwich for lunch) and run off. The guy, whom I have gotten to know only marginally better, makes small talk and copies homework. He is nice, but I have to wonder how much of it is pity or general kindness, and how much is actual interest in me.

English 9 Merit: This class is gay. The teacher is semi-old and the kind that makes you want to roll your eyes a lot. We have unreasonable reading assignments, which she explans what we just "read" only after we have all failed the test. Thanks for your insight. Most illuminating.
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I don't really mind White Day, so I'll stop my ranting. You get the point, at any rate.

Maybe it isn't the repetition that bothers me. Looking at it now, I actually like the repetitious classes more. Because there are no time-wasting projects. No pointless group activities.

I have so much homework. Every (blue) day, every class: maths, and reading, and worksheets, and memorizing 16-25 lines from Romeo and Juliet. My procrastination has increased directly with my amount of homework, which sucks horribly. You would think procrasinators would not even think about all the work they need to do. But I do think about it. I stress about it. But I keep pushing it back. Like right now, writing about how stressed I am instead of removing the source of the stress. But even if I do all my work on time (and normally I do manage to get it all done), I get another load of it the next class.

My whole life revolves around school now. I have to wake up at 5:30 in order to catch the bus an hour later. I get home at two something, which would be nice except I'm too tired to do anything more than mindlessly watch TV or play with the new kitten (Linus, doing well, thank you). By the time my body has accepted being awake (usually with the help of a diet cherry pepsi), I only have three hours before bed at 9:30. It is proof of how unhealthy it is for teenagers to wake up early that I get a full eight hours of sleep and still spend the majority of the next day tired.

High school drags on and on. This is what life is going to be like from now on. Occasional holidays, but mostly the mundane trap of school and basic human necessity. Now high school, next college, and then work indefinately. Maybe I'll live long enough to retire, who knows. I find it unbearably sad to have finally realized that the wardrobe has a back, and the Hogwarts letter got lost in the mail and by now it's too late to catch up. Maybe magic only rescues people with fitting names like Garth Nix or Eragon.

I could mope on about this, but I must shower before Project Runway. Until my next complaint, then.

Possible Addition to the Family

YOU'RE PREGNANT?! No, actually I am not pregnant. In fact, no one in my family is pregnant. (Well, except for my one cousin, but she doesn't count.) But I may be getting a kitten. No--I will be getting a kitten; it may be from the Humane Society. If you are not familiar with adopting a cat from them, they grill you on everything. Via form, but still. "What would happen to the pet if someone in the family was sick?" WTF, nothing? Also, we don't take our other cat to the vet, so we must not care about her. It's nice that they want their animals to go to good homes, but they're probably scaring people off. So if this falls through, which I'm trying (and failing) to prepare myself for, we'll get one from the pound. Only one question there: do you have a home? Yes. Here ya go!

But we found the cutest little kitten at the Humane Society. Solid gray, short hair but still fluffy, and pale green eyes. He is so, so tiny. I'd forgotten how just small they are. Could sit in the palm of my hand. They named him Coal, but if we do get him, we'll be renaming him. Jude? Linus? I can't decide. Our other cat's name is Sabrina. That was the name they had given her, and I was little and couldn't think of anything better, so she got stuck with that. It does suit her though.

Sabrina is not a nice cat. She sometimes likes me, and besides that she only likes people who are allergic. She was described to us as "feisty." A bit of an understatement, that. So I am rather worried about how she's going to get on with the new one. I am hoping she'll be intrigued and not hostile, something-to-hunt, or why-don't-you-love-me. I read online that you're supposed to keep the new one in a separate room for the first few days with minimal contact between the two. We'll see how that works out.

On an unrelated note, I have a strip of eczema on the back of my neck. It doesn't itch or anything, but it's all bumpy and red. Looks a mess.

And happy October!

UPDATE: We have been appoved by the Humane Society! Hurrah :D