Almost June?

Okay. Its September 30th. And I know I must be out of my mind to ask but, IS IT JUNE YET? The leaves haven't even turned, we're still having days of 85 degree weather, the back-to-school sickness has just hit, and its not even October 1st and all I care is to ask, IS IT JUNE YET? I am still burnt out from Junior year. Man AP Biology kicked my butt. (I'll refrain from profanity incase anyone sans my peers reads this) Last year was tough. And this year is tough already. First Pre-Calculus test of the year (said to be the easiest of the year), twelve questions long, I was pretty sure I got a B. C+ at worst. Instead, I got a 64%. It was worth a hundred points!! What the heck?!

PSU Spanish is mas o menos. Day to day we do the norm.. aka reviewing verbs, vocabulary etc. Its painfully easy. Yet on SOME days we do extremely hard things. Like reading a fiction story from a magazine that was chock full of metaphors that noone could understand. Plus it was about a girl who was stuck in the mud after a volcano and she couldn't get out of the mud because her dead siblings were holding on to her legs? It was in Spanish... for all I know it could have been about a barbie and a beanie baby. But oh well.

AP Government with Mr. Gavitte is, of COURSE, kicking my butt. Whatever. We have to read a chapter (50 pages) of a book a week and take notes. And read another 30 pages of text book. And write a three page essay. Then watch a film in class and write a one page essay. EVERY WEEK. We also need to do 30 current events this semester. What is this class? It is killing me!

I am pleasantly surprised with how well Royal Blues is going this year. Sans a few sketchy people who don't SHOW UP or are late every day, its going really well. The new director is really cool too.

Lunches are full. I have Executive Council meetings every Mon and Thurs. Some Friday's I have Thespian Board meetings and most other days I spend going to math lab, talking to teachers, trying to get college rec. letters or whatever else. And when I can go out with my friends it is great.

One of the best decisions I have made this year is dropping French 1-2 5th period and taking some time for myself. I should be in the library everyday doing History Independent Study, and I do go a lot, but really, having a free period to stare at the wall in the middle of the day, or go hang out in Ms. Todd's room (my theater teacher) is so relaxing and a perfect break in my day.

So sixth I have PSU English with Dr. Dreyer. He's amazing- of course. He has a PhD for god's sake. He helped write the South African Constitution. And on block days he gives us tea at half-time. What a man. But his class is kinna boring and we have so much homework. Oh well the work is rewarding.. I think..

Senior Theater... How can I explain? Its a class you take not because you want to get better at theater but because you want to be better at life. Is that totally cheesy? I truly think its the only class I take that prepares me for the real world. Ms. Todd is brilliant and inspiring and I don't think I would have made it this far, with my sanity, without her.

So there you have it. 3.5 weeks into the year and I'm ready to graduate. Or just stop doing homework. I'm not sure which, although I suppose if I stop doing homework I won't be able TO graduate. On that note, I have some math I'd better be getting to.

My Father

Let me preface this with: I love my father. 

And even though he plays owl calls on repeat on his computer really loudly until late at night, I love my father. And even though he bought a fake owl, glued bird feathers on it, put it on a giant rod and stuck it in our garden to lure in owls (duh) I love my father.

Today I came home from school and my mom informed me that "Greg caught a squirrel". This is not an odd statement (well it is but just not abnormal around here). Sometimes my dad likes to catch squirrels in a cage and take them and set them free somewhere else (Sauvie's Island anyone?) He justifies this by of course stating that they were not native to our neighborhood. So should I lock my dad up in a cage and ship him to Wisconsin? Or rather, part of him to Germany, part to Sweden, part to Scotland and whereever else our ancestors came from? To date I have saved 2 or 3 squirrels from this weird trap-y thing. I do not agree at all with what he is doing. I'm going to go get a few sticks and create a way for that squirrel to escape (hopefully without injuring me in the process). And although this is bizzare, its not unexpected. Its weird but its not rare. I love my dad.