School makes me want to rip my head off every morning that I have to wake up at five to get ready. I want to know who thought it was a good idea for high school to start at 7:20 in the morning. WHO THOUGHT THAT? Why did they think that was right? "Let's make these stupid teens get up before eight in the morning to learn something so they're half asleep and could possibly fall asleep in class and fail. How's that sound Ethan?" "That sounds great, Ben! You are such a genius!" "I am, aren't I?"
Well you know what Ethan? You're a dick and I hate you. Why you gotta go around ruining everything and makin' people wake up at FIVE IN THE MORNING so they can go to something and be late. Also, if you're late to class sending a kid to pit (that room where they get to sit the whole hour and do NOTHING) isn't a good idea. Kids at my school show up late just to go to pit but all the district is really doing is setting those kids up for failure because of how much class they miss. If the point of school is for kids to learn, sending them away because they were late is stupid. Seriously.
I'm not sure I why I went off on that rant, but the point of me writing this blog is to tell you that I started school last Monday and the only reason why I hate it is because of when I have to wake up. Sending sleep deprived children to learn something is the dumbest thing someone has ever done. Also, if you couldn't tell, Ethan and Ben are the first two names that popped into my head that weren't Bob and Bill.
So some of my classes for school are really awesome. First hour I've got College Prep English Honors which is just an English class but the teacher is so nice and sweet and so happy all the time that it kind of brings up my spirits in the morning. I'm sure this won't last forever though and at some point it might start to get annoying, but otherwise I kind of like it. She kinda wakes me up more than my coffee.
After my English class I have my Media Productions class which is basically just a class about production of films and shorts and how to work with fancy programs and get into the film and animation industry. It's really awesome but we don't do much in the class because we have to make our own projects and produce them ourselves. Our teacher will give us his input on ideas he think would be really good and then we try to incorporate them into our videos. It's a really fun class and I enjoy it quite a bit. The problem is that I never seem to have ideas for my videos.
My next class, depending on whether it's an A day or a B day, is either Women's Ensemble or Independent Study of Media Productions. For those who don't know what an A day or a B day is, it's the schools way of making it possible to have two year long classes during one period. Our classes are usually one semester long, so for things that require a year, they make the class every other day. Anyway, I'm in my choir's second to top choir called Women's Ensemble on A days. On B days I'm back in the Media room with H (my teacher[yes we call him H]) doing whatever I'm working on. Then, after either of the classes I'm off to lunch. Yummy, delicious, lunch of goodness. It's my break from the Media room, which is where my last class is.
My last class is a class that is technically called Music Master Digital Music Tech but everyone in the world calls it Garage Band, which is what it is. We work on music stuff on Mac's in Garage Band. The teacher of this class, however, is my choir teacher Raff. I spend my entire day in the Media room with Raff and H. This is an interesting schedule...
After those classes school is over because we have block scheduling at my 'wonderful' school.
I know in the past I've said a lot of stuff about me loving theatre, but I honestly don't think I'm going to do it this year except once for one of my favorite teachers who asked me specifically. I've gotten to that point where I am starting to hate the people that have been my best friends in theatre because for some reason, as a stage manager, everything got on my nerves to the point where it completely changed my liking of some people. I got so sick of them giving me attitude because I was doing what the director asked me to tell them to do and I got sick and tired of yelling at people because they weren't listening to me. Overall, I was sick of the disrespect that I got because I was the person directly under our theatre teacher power-wise and that caused some of the kids to go from being a decent person to me to completely hating me when I asked them to quiet down so we could get started. I regret ever being a stage manager and joining theatre. No matter how much I love theatre, I can't get the type of relationship I had with those people previously and I can't forget the way I was treated. Towards the end I was getting so mad that I was sleeping restlessly and falling asleep on my drive to school. My voice was strained from having to yell above people to get their attention so we could start before our director got back and yelled at me for not doing anything I was supposed. I got yelled at because no one would listen to me and the only way they would was if I became a bitch. I did what I had to and it cost me some things that I regret losing and some things that I didn't even care were there. I was almost killing one of my best friends every day because she would tell me to calm down and chill out because it would make everything better. I wish I could turn back time just so I tell myself that I don't want to stage manage and that I should stick to something else. Or maybe I'd go back far enough and convince myself that theatre is fun at first but as you climb the ranks people like you less and less and listen to you less and less because they think you've turned on them for the director. Everyone at my school hated the director because she was strict and got things done in a weird but timely manner. In the end, they made her cry and quite a few of them weren't sorry for it. In fact, another one of my best friends went so far as to tell me she was glad the whole cast made her cry and that she deserved it. I'm not sure why she deserved it, but I know that she couldn't eat because she was feeling so emotionally sick that it was making her physically sick.
Look at me getting so off topic it hurts... Hahaha, I hope you enjoyed hearing about my woes. 8]
To stay or not to stay? That is the question. Sam.
Well you know what Ethan? You're a dick and I hate you. Why you gotta go around ruining everything and makin' people wake up at FIVE IN THE MORNING so they can go to something and be late. Also, if you're late to class sending a kid to pit (that room where they get to sit the whole hour and do NOTHING) isn't a good idea. Kids at my school show up late just to go to pit but all the district is really doing is setting those kids up for failure because of how much class they miss. If the point of school is for kids to learn, sending them away because they were late is stupid. Seriously.
I'm not sure I why I went off on that rant, but the point of me writing this blog is to tell you that I started school last Monday and the only reason why I hate it is because of when I have to wake up. Sending sleep deprived children to learn something is the dumbest thing someone has ever done. Also, if you couldn't tell, Ethan and Ben are the first two names that popped into my head that weren't Bob and Bill.
So some of my classes for school are really awesome. First hour I've got College Prep English Honors which is just an English class but the teacher is so nice and sweet and so happy all the time that it kind of brings up my spirits in the morning. I'm sure this won't last forever though and at some point it might start to get annoying, but otherwise I kind of like it. She kinda wakes me up more than my coffee.
After my English class I have my Media Productions class which is basically just a class about production of films and shorts and how to work with fancy programs and get into the film and animation industry. It's really awesome but we don't do much in the class because we have to make our own projects and produce them ourselves. Our teacher will give us his input on ideas he think would be really good and then we try to incorporate them into our videos. It's a really fun class and I enjoy it quite a bit. The problem is that I never seem to have ideas for my videos.
My next class, depending on whether it's an A day or a B day, is either Women's Ensemble or Independent Study of Media Productions. For those who don't know what an A day or a B day is, it's the schools way of making it possible to have two year long classes during one period. Our classes are usually one semester long, so for things that require a year, they make the class every other day. Anyway, I'm in my choir's second to top choir called Women's Ensemble on A days. On B days I'm back in the Media room with H (my teacher[yes we call him H]) doing whatever I'm working on. Then, after either of the classes I'm off to lunch. Yummy, delicious, lunch of goodness. It's my break from the Media room, which is where my last class is.
My last class is a class that is technically called Music Master Digital Music Tech but everyone in the world calls it Garage Band, which is what it is. We work on music stuff on Mac's in Garage Band. The teacher of this class, however, is my choir teacher Raff. I spend my entire day in the Media room with Raff and H. This is an interesting schedule...
After those classes school is over because we have block scheduling at my 'wonderful' school.
I know in the past I've said a lot of stuff about me loving theatre, but I honestly don't think I'm going to do it this year except once for one of my favorite teachers who asked me specifically. I've gotten to that point where I am starting to hate the people that have been my best friends in theatre because for some reason, as a stage manager, everything got on my nerves to the point where it completely changed my liking of some people. I got so sick of them giving me attitude because I was doing what the director asked me to tell them to do and I got sick and tired of yelling at people because they weren't listening to me. Overall, I was sick of the disrespect that I got because I was the person directly under our theatre teacher power-wise and that caused some of the kids to go from being a decent person to me to completely hating me when I asked them to quiet down so we could get started. I regret ever being a stage manager and joining theatre. No matter how much I love theatre, I can't get the type of relationship I had with those people previously and I can't forget the way I was treated. Towards the end I was getting so mad that I was sleeping restlessly and falling asleep on my drive to school. My voice was strained from having to yell above people to get their attention so we could start before our director got back and yelled at me for not doing anything I was supposed. I got yelled at because no one would listen to me and the only way they would was if I became a bitch. I did what I had to and it cost me some things that I regret losing and some things that I didn't even care were there. I was almost killing one of my best friends every day because she would tell me to calm down and chill out because it would make everything better. I wish I could turn back time just so I tell myself that I don't want to stage manage and that I should stick to something else. Or maybe I'd go back far enough and convince myself that theatre is fun at first but as you climb the ranks people like you less and less and listen to you less and less because they think you've turned on them for the director. Everyone at my school hated the director because she was strict and got things done in a weird but timely manner. In the end, they made her cry and quite a few of them weren't sorry for it. In fact, another one of my best friends went so far as to tell me she was glad the whole cast made her cry and that she deserved it. I'm not sure why she deserved it, but I know that she couldn't eat because she was feeling so emotionally sick that it was making her physically sick.
Look at me getting so off topic it hurts... Hahaha, I hope you enjoyed hearing about my woes. 8]
To stay or not to stay? That is the question. Sam.
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