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Oy.

I've been saying that a lot lately. It's something I say usually when I'm irritated or annoyed. Like once I sneezed about ten times in a row, I said "oy" after the first seven. I have to pull an inordinately heavy cart for band; I say "oy" when dragging it uphill.

School's started, and I've said "oy" many, many times. Let's just use today as an example:

We have a new school building, but unfortunately, the traffic is horrendous. We sat in a line up of cars for 10 minutes to go less than a mile. (Our town isn't huge, so it's not like we're used to big-city traffic.) The problem is a four-way stop at an intersection with two streets. They go like this: _l , so there really is no need to stop at all, because there's no oncoming traffic to stop for. (The other two streets are closed, and will stay that way until October)

I'm a sophomore. This year, it's a new requirement for sophomores to take aquatics. Yay! :-p Not to mention that the sophomore lockers got all mixed up. When we first registered, my sister was telling me that it was neat that I was the first person to ever use my locker. Well, now I'm third, because the sophomores have had to change lockers three times. First, the number plates were wrong, so they came and changed the numbers, causing all of us to be in the wrong lockers. Apparently, moving down one was either too confusing or to much trouble because several people didn't comply. So they just gave us entirely new locker assignments. I'm not sure where they got the idea from, but we're no longer in alphabetical order. It's really weird. (The only good thing about that ordeal was that they let us skip most of first hour to switch our lockers.)

The temperature has been in the upper 90's to 100's so, since 8 (I think) schools in our district don't have air conditioning, every body gets out of school early. We shorten our last three classes by twenty minutes to accommodate for that schedule. The bell was going nuts! First it was just four minutes off, and then it would ring every five minutes. We thought we'd been dismissed from seventh hour, only to hear an announcement telling us to go back for the remaining five minutes. The bell rang at least four times before eighth hour, and I think they turned it off after that. It was getting obnoxious. But, and this is another problem with our new school, the bell can hardly be heard from inside the classroom. There are speakers in there, but the sound only comes from the hallway. Isn't that interesting?

While I'm ranting about the new building, let me say something else. I'm taking Chemistry this year, and already my teacher has set a desk on fire (With Acetone, it was very cool) and she demonstrated how to use the fire shower, and the eye washing station. (There is a fire extinguisher, too, but she didn't want to show us that.) There are no fire alarms. That's nice, isn't it? We do have one of those sprinkler systems. The fun part about that is if there's a fire, we might have to make the flames a bit higher so the sprinkler's sensors are aware of it. There is a phone, to call 911, but it's right next to where any fires are most likely to happen. I like irony in books, but I'd like to keep it out of real situations.

On a funnier note, I'm taking journalism this year. I sit in front of James Kenobi (Not sure about spelling) and next to him is Dave Matthews. It made me laugh. Now, if my last name was Kenobi, I would be obligated to name my son Ben. I would just have to, there's no way around it. Or at least Luke, or something...but maybe his dad's name was Ben, and they didn't want a junior. Actually, his dad was probably born before Star Wars came out, so that may not be true. Maybe he has an older brother named Ben. Or maybe his parents don't like Star Wars at all. Now THAT's ironic.

Well, I have to wrap up this rant because I have tons of homework to do. (Ugh, Geometry...grr...)

Until next time,
~A&C

"I don't want to be perceived the way I am, I just want to be perceived the way I am."