
Rachel is growing up right before your eyes. One day she was the cutest little three year old girl walking around at the Ranch, and now...she's a sophomore at one of the best high school's (excuse me...THE best high school) in the state. COTTONWOOD HIGH SCHOOL!!! Boo-ya!
So my first week was alright, except for I got homework on the first day. Who does that? Honestly? I mean, come ON! So everything was fine until I get to my Chinese class which is full of, let's be honest, unpopular, immature, weirdos! I thought only cool people, like me, were supposed to take Chinese, but NNNOOO, all the really annoying people decided to, and as a cruel joke the school decided to put me in a class of people I just don't have any patience for. I swear...one of these days I'm going to get arrested for punching EVERYONE in that class. Especially this kid named Chris who has long, greasy blond hair that he always wears in a ponytail and laughs like a girl on crack, just to get attention.
Well...I don't hate everyone in the class, that was a lie. You see, there is the gorgeous senior who sits in the back of the class everyday, and we've had some eye contact. Woo! His name is Nick, and I'm still too scared to go back there and sit by him (we don't have assigned seats in that class yet). I mean, seriously, that is not going to happen. He is so cute that I suspect that he would already have a girlfriend. (I was NOT thinking of becoming his girlfriend...at least not until March 3, 2009...)
All of my other classes are fine, and even though AP History is already kicking my butt, and the Physics part of my Algebra II/Physics block class is really confusing, I think I'm all right. I love my B days so even if I have the crappiest day before, I always cheer up immensely the next day. My friends are just going to have to learn to deal with a split personality.
2 comments:
Go Colts!
I'm soooo glad you have a blog. You write as good as you talk and it is very very entertaining! Keep it up. Can it count as PP to keep a blog?????????
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