So I've gotten to the point of almost obsession with magic tricks. I mean between Black Magic, SNAPS, and a few games I picked up from Mr. Wilson, I've been decoding mental images and messages all week. I think it's these silly games that brighten up the boring days. We look at the clock and pray for those little things that get us out of class.
Senior Field Trip? Score.
Substitute? Eh, we might have to work with that one.
Teacher just as exhausted as you? We feel ya.
I think High School is less about defining quadratic functions, memorizing Spark Notes of Shakespeare, and learning about the anatomy of a pig as it is figuring out who you are, learning to talk to people, and becoming aware of expectations.
I am thankful for High School. It has made me wise.
Of course there are things I regret and wish I could change about it.
Like how your mistakes dating back to elementary are always remembered and held against you.
The akward moments when a relationship ( i.e. best friend, boyfriend ) has ended but your seating arrangement has not.
How you can see that one person who drives you nuts more than you see your own family.
Those gossipers.
But it's a catch 22.
You've known these people so long. You grew up together.Remember back in 5th grade when you did that stupid prank? Your fellow classmates become your stability.You become this big family with connections and memories you all share. Oh and the gossipers? Yeah, they will never leave. There will always be those people who laugh at your expense. High School gives you the tough skin life will weather.
You know what's funny? There are people in my class that I barely speak to and I could tell you so much about. Who there family is. What they want to do when they get out of High School. Their little quirks. You learn alot about life sitting in Algebra.
Sure 9th Grade, 10th Grade, 11th and 12th teach you alot about atoms, illiteration, and the days of the week in spanish, but they teach you more about the people in this world. How someone who seems so different from you can feel the same way. What it takes to be a leader. Life is hard.
I have all the people that have come through Anton High School to thank for unintentionally making me the person I am today.
I look forward to the next year and a half.
Sincerely,
Shayna.
Shayna Nyome comes from a huge, loud, insanely close family, loves her small, friendly country town and has a problem with analyzing everything. Her teacher suggested a blog. :)
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Thursday, October 25, 2012
Saturday, October 20, 2012
Why COPS is Amazing..
As I am cleaning my room I begin flipping through channels. "Ugh." I sigh. "There's nothing on TV." That's when I hear it.
Bad boys, Whatcha gonna, Whatcha gonna do?
Aww, yeah!
Cops is amazing. It is only number two to Cheaters when your looking for mindless entertainment. If you wanna learn what not to do, enjoy watching trashy people ( Ahem, Honey Boo-Boo fans ), and need a good laugh, Cops is your show.
Here's a few of the gems I enjoyed in 30 minutes.
Bad boys, Whatcha gonna, Whatcha gonna do?
Aww, yeah!
Cops is amazing. It is only number two to Cheaters when your looking for mindless entertainment. If you wanna learn what not to do, enjoy watching trashy people ( Ahem, Honey Boo-Boo fans ), and need a good laugh, Cops is your show.
Here's a few of the gems I enjoyed in 30 minutes.
- A man flaunting a D.A.R.E shirt is pulled over. He was charged with possesion of marajuana, speed, and cocaine. Even he laughed. "Yeah I probably shouldn't be wearing this.."
- Another man has broken into a school. He is of course, naked and spraying pepper spray. As he is being arrested he screams, "Rodney King! Rodney King!"
- It is Mardi Gras in Louisiana and women are on a balcony flashing the crowd. The police go to the house, knock on the door, come inside and ask the ladies to come from the balcony and talk to them. When the women come in a police officer asks them to sit down. "Ladies," he says. "Honestly, I don't have a problem with this. In fact I enjoy it. The problem is when you go up there and do your thing, it causes a halt in traffic and that is when the pick-pockets come out. So could you just do us a favor. Just go out for like 15 minutes and then come in for 5. Okay? that way the traffic will keep moving. Alright ladies? Okay thank you so much. Just remember, go out for 15 come in for 5. Alright? Awesome. And can I just say you ladies are well-endowed!"
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