Reflections on Sophomore Year, Belton High

Maybe writing this will make me a better person. Or, decrease the likelihood of testicular cancer. Either way, I win.

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First Period
Mrs. Holmes
Pre-AP Chemistry

This class was irritating. It consisted of Mrs. Holmes saying something, no one listening, and said non-listening people failing the tests. Which, of course, were always over what we had learned four weeks ago and were no longer working on. Then someone would say, "Balls." Or, "That's bullshit." Honestly, what the hell? Then they'd be like, "Oh dear, I have a 63 in this class!! Mrs. Holmes is a shitty teacher! OMG!" Then I said something sarcastic and no one cared. It was brutal.

Second Period
Mrs. Kaufman
BCIS I

This class was easy. I didn't do anything but log on to Texas Nissans, Zilvia, and Ziptied. That and Tetris. I always got the feeling Kaufman was trying to 'cut a deal' with us, the class. I guess that's what coaches do. But she was a cheerleading coach...? Maybe those girls have it hard after all. Hope they don't lose, then they'll need a new coach. Oh wait. Nobody cares about cheerleading. Let's go hire a new football coach instead. Pwned.

Third Period
Mr. Killingsworth
Concert Band

Y'know, I like concert band. I get a chance to do nothing and have the honor of being in the Marching 100. OMG!

Fourth Period
Mrs. Ramirez
Pre-AP English II

This class was a challenge, because I had the task of trying to maintain the same level of sarcastic bitchiness throughout a full 180+ days of school. But I did it. :] When we actually did work, it wasn't bad, really. Stupid movies were entertaining too. Homies! Mimicking the teacher was cool. I did that for about half the period once. I guess she just thought ignoring me was the best plan of action.

Lunch
Commons/Large Practice Room

We had a table in the commons, but one day we went to sit down and it wasn't there. Fcuk. So we went into the "drumline room," a.k.a. the large practice room. It was always entertaining, and Collin's Gatorade caps created a legend.

Fifth Period
Mrs. MacEntire
Pre-AP Algebra II

I HATE THIS CLASS. All we did was do easy work. Then the fags in the class would whine about shit. LAME.

Sixth Period
Mrs. Brooks
Pre-AP World History

Everyone made this class out to be difficult. It really wasn't. It was enlightening to a certain extent, at least. I liked it when we did discussions, mainly because the irritating kids knew that if they tried to say anything they'd be laughed at. So they shut up. I really hated the presentations, however. I always got stuck with a moron and got an ugly grade. I also never prepared for any of it so I improvised and looked like a fool. Still ended the year with an A though!

Seventh Period
Mrs. Hunter
Spanish II

Sooooooo easy. I never really had to think at all.

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So my year was irritating but relatively easy. It started out much better than it ended up in many ways but vice versa in some cases. Life is like that.

Anyway, that was a waste of time.

Taking one for the team.

Hah, haven't done this little deal in a while. My official explanation is that I'm busy, but others would have to say I'm pretending to be busy. Hey, it's summer. I get up at one and stare at my car for a while then go right back to sleep. What else is there?



Speaking of that, the CA18 is actually getting rebuilt. The block is off at the machine shop right now. I'm planning on bringing the head in soon. Hopefully the car will be running soon. I'm getting anxious to drive the damn thing. In August, I'll have had the thing for a year. And I've spent more time in the engine bay and underneath than I have in the driver's seat.

The sole exception is when I was installing the brake booster. I spent about an hour laying under the steering column trying to turn a box wrench 1/8 of a turn at a time. Maybe it's time to get some ratching wrenches? Hah, no. That would be far too easy, am I right?

I'm also beginning to question my part choices right now. My car is going to be GAY, hahahaha. Oooh, quiet exhaust! A-pillar guages! Side mount intercooler! Meh. Form over function is just so much more badass. Maybe my shit'll be more ghetto after driving it a while, like it should be. A clean S-chassis is like a V6 Stang--where the hell is the fun in that? Come on!

But I'm ranting. Apologies all around. Maybe when I get shitty fitting aero and an SSAC fmic I'll be cool again. Until then, I'm a gay high school 'tard who plays e-thug.

Represent!

p.s. Sport Max's??!?! THREE INCH LIPPPPPPP

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