Andrew Speaks/Types

Well, the first two days of school have come and passed, and let me tell you, those were some relaxing two days. In my first class, Spanish 2, all of our work is in-class. Sometimes it gets tough, but at least after 1 and a half hours it’s over and you don’t have to worry about it. (I know this because I had the same teacher for Spanish 1 last semester) My second class is photography, and I don’t know a whole lot about it. But what I’ve heard is that there’s not much work there either (I haven’t had any so far), and aside from that, photography is something that I really really like so if I ever do end up getting a lot to do in there, it’ll be great actually. Third period is Advanced Choir, which I recently got moved to being a bass from originally being a tenor. I’m a little upset because of that.. I CAN sing bass a lot better than I can sing tenor, basically because it’s just a lower tenor. There’s no “On Moonlight Bay” low croaking notes to sing. It’s just tenor that doesn’t strain your voice. On the other hand I can also sing tenor pretty well,  but I like the minor challenge, and I like the idea of singing tenor more than bass. You don’t see many bass singers in rock bands, right? Also, I have more friends in the tenor section, and one guy in the basses just gets no my nerves a lot…jeez. Oh, well. I’m ranting. Great story about my fourth block class. Here goes.

Last semester I had Algebra 2, which wouldn’t have been nearly as hard if it wouldn’t have been for the teacher. Ms. Thompson is about 5 feet tall, has a heavy phillipino accent, can barely ever get her subject/verb agreement right (making her impossible to talk to) and has absolutely no respect for anyone else. No exaggerating. I promise. Anyway, one day I told her that my mom checked my homework for me, and that my homework was definitely right because my mom used to teach college-level calculus. She took that info to heart and for the rest of the year she thought my mom DID all my homework for me, and wasn’t afraid to let the class know her thoughts. Don’t get any ideas, my mom wouldn’t do my homework for me if I begged. All she did was explain the concept if I didn’t understand anything that Thompson said that day, and check it after I did everything else myself. I actually stood up to Ms. Thompson once, after her really ticking me off, but that’s another story.

But the thing was, everyone in her Algebra 2 class also had her for Honors Geometry next semester. Ouch. So, about half the class dropped out of that one. Their excuse on their class change form was “I don’t understand Ms. Thompson” or something like that, so the school board had to do something. What they did was switch Ms. Thompson to teaching regular Geometry and make the regular Geometry teacher teach Honors Geometry. Soooo… Anyone who had already dropped out of Honors to switch into regular Geometry to avoid Thompson was stuck with her again for another semester, in a class that will give you a lesser credit, and everyone who stayed got an easy teacher and an Honors class. Good deal, I say. I’m in Honors. I still laugh a little just thinking about the look on those kids faces when they saw their new schedule, though.

Oh, and my friends and I have a theory that our new Geometry teacher is a child molester. He just looks the type. Dunno.

I’ll talk about yesterday’s strange sickness sometime, I promise.

Yesterday my granny came over and I took my Wii into the living room to show her Wii Sports, and my 2 year old baby sister wanted to play. See for yourself.