If anyone wants an idea of how it feels to go to one of the top high schools in the state in which I reside, I'll tell you. It's kind of a story of girl meets school, school sucks, girl meets boy, boy is cute, girl gets sick, school sucks. It's kind of an entirely new vicious cycle. A brand new take on a classic story of school and it's trials.
To start of, I'm in English Honors. Which should mean that I'm in an intelligent class. I'll start with saying that everyone in my class has a rightful place there, and they're all intelligent and comprehend the lessons. Heck, I'd be at their level had I not had the English teacher I had last year, who taught us basically everything. What really does matter though is how little I learn in that class. I usually will do Math homework during class, or read, or basically do anything but listen. Anyway, a few days ago, someone in my class decided to paint her nails, which was probably the most entertaining thing ever.
On to gym. Allow me to (unjustly) rant about the swim unit (that I never participated in). I didn't participate because a) I was sick and b) the idea of changing into a bathing suit in a locker room full of girls is unnerving and c) the idea of getting into a pool where there are males I don't know and a male teacher standing watch. This unit makes nearly everyone uncomfortable, and only encourages body-related bullying. I mean, is it really THAT much work to make the swim unit not coed? I didn't think so... And even then, girls are brutal to each other. It's never going to be a good idea to put girls into a pool unless they're around people they're comfortable with. In this day and age, girls' weight and appearance matters a lot. I don't have problems with my body so much as showing skin in public.
Side note, I'm sorry this has been a bit depressing lately! I'm trying to change it!
Forever and Always,
Rex
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