Classes.
Highschool sucks, apparently. Four classes this semester. Yoga, Math, History, and Canadian History. I don’t really know what to say. Yoga? Really, administrators? The class is predominantly female. I’m talking 95% here. Well, no. 93%, but I was pretty close. I don’t know, we do stretches and lay down. It could be worse, I guess. The first day was also picture day, what fun.
Apparently you could hand your school fees into your homeroom teacher either Wednesday, Thursday, or Friday. I tried to hand them in on Monday during recess and was directed to the office, where a cacophonous line of equally aggravated students awaited me. The line wasn’t going to clear by the end of our 15 minute break so I broke off and ducked into the library for a few minutes. I don’t know what to say. Our paltry selection is laughable, perhaps laudable even. We have a shelf at the back for manga and I really don’t know how at this point I could hate this school any more. I’m talking Naruto and Bleach. Oh, right, apparently the students choose what they want there, too.
Seriously, imagine for one moment, if you will, a scene of hellish suffering, overflowing and bursting at the seams with people of antagonistic disposition, all equally displeased. The last refuge, a scenic garden amidst the chaos, is filled with fellow refugees. These refugees invoke a mob rule and quickly take control, flooding it with their irredeemable tastes. If I attempt to assuage their pathetic suggestions, seeking only to replace them with my interests of perspicacious superiority, perhaps even educate them in the ways of culture, they will aggress.
I mean, okay. Maybe not so overdramatic, but I feel it captures the location rather well.
Math is hilarious. Linear equations. Solve the system! y=32x+8, y=2x+20, find where they intersect. This is grade 7 stuff.
Anyway. What was I on about? Oh right, math. We have homework every day but it isn’t marked. Our class is based entirely on tests and quizzes and the exam. In other words it’s the best class ever and is really just a free period for me to do whatever I want.
Canadian History, what can I say? It’s a grade 11 course so naturally it’s filled with a few 10s, a few 11s, and a bunch of 12s. It was either this, Mi’kmaq Studies, or African Canadian studies. I don’t know, I chose the lesser of the three evils I suppose. The teacher isn’t bad but she should learn that stretching and resizing .jpgs by 500% makes her powerpoints look really ugly. It’s all notes and assignments.
History. The teacher’s kind of cool I guess. He has a French last name so everyone assumed his favorite hockey team was the Montreal Canadiens. No, he apparently likes the Toronto Maple Leafs. This is all completely meaningless to me since I don’t like hockey. He then proceeded to use his special youtube rights (he asked the Vice Principal to unblock Youtube so he could show some documentaries) to show this collage of random hockey fights and people getting smashed in the face repeatedly. What he didn’t realize was that the Vice Principal was standing outside while this video played. Hm. I’ll be following this development carefully.
Yoga consisted of the teacher giving us a handout asking why we took Yoga. I wrote, “To get the PE credit I need to graduate.” She then explained that Yoga wasn’t easy and how it was a very difficult art or something. Cool. Then she showed us some VEGETARIAN PROPAGANDA. Then she asked us questions about the movie. I decided that I’ll pretend to be heavily anti-consumerism for this class. When asked why people didn’t buy local, I responded, “Because the masses can only support the Capitalist Machine!!” She then agreed with me. We exchanged veggie-banter for a while. Yep. ((I’m not actually vegetarian or anti-consumerist, just so you know!!))
All in all? Pretty exciting stuff I guess. Also it sucks. But mostly it’s just a generic highschool experience.
