Really. I’m not being sarcastic. Starting Monday, the 5th, I begin the end of my diver’s ed class. This is the driving portion. Then, after I pass on Saturday, I can go get my permit within thirty days. If I go before Thursday the 15th, I can help Mom drive when we go see Papawthat weekend. That is if James doesnt go.

Ah, I just thought I’d share. =]

For the day I’ve dreaded for a week and a half, today was pretty friggin’ great. Today was the day I made my return to school.

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My apologies for the lack of update. I’ve missed four days of school this week. I didn’t get off my couch until Thursday night, and that was only because Pops came home and needed his bed back.

I wouldn’t mind the missing school part if it wasn’t for our stupid policy. Our school systems are all about trying to keep the attendance rate up and therefore trying to keep the failing rate low as well. However, this is my beef with the policy. They have decided that we are forbidden to miss more than six days in a a semester. You’ve got to be kidding me, right? For the middle schools, they can only miss twelve days for the whole year (which is six days a semester except they keep their classes all year around, except two which they can only miss six days in…do you follow?). When we moved here, I was in middle school and my grandmother was on her deathbead (lung cancer) so we went to see her one last time. We spend three or four school days there. The day we were to return, she died. Lovely, right? We had to spend more time there for the funeral and such. So I missed my six days in gym, which I only had for a semester. Guess what? They FAILED me until I spent a couple of hours on Saturday at school to make up my lost time. Nice right? 

Wait, it gets better. I got sick that year and missed, like, two weeks of school. That’s ten days automatically. Add that with the other days I had missed, I was screwed. So I spent quite a few Saturdays at school and that STILL wasn’t enough to get my days down. So I ended up spending time after school with the principal to make up my time. Now, my principal wasn’t a bad woman. I mean, after all, she did set it up so I wouldn’t fail. It’s not my fault my grandmother got sick nor was it my fault I needed a spinal tap and couldn’t move for two weeks. See, school is my world. I’ve got big dreams and if I would have failed, then there would have been hell to pay.

Now, onto this year. My Grandfather is pretty sick and I honestly don’t expect him to last much longer. Quite honestly, I’m suprised he’s lasted this long. Then there’s my uncle who’s got cancer as well and isn’t doing so hot either. I’m figuring I’m going to a few funerals in the near future. And since we just started our new semester, my slate’s clean…except the four days I’ve just missed due to bronchitis. There are nearly four months left of school and I’m allowed to miss two more days. God, this sucks.

 I’m stressing out because of it. We’ve been in this semester for three weeks and I’m already pretty much screwed. I get the material, I do my work, I make the grades, so I don’t get why I have to be there 85% of the time or whatever it is. I mean, I do, but then again I don’t. I know it helps for the “real world” and whatnot, but this is school. It’s not even college. And stuff happens right? I can’t help that salmonella runs around and I can’t help it’s flu season. And I can’t help who dies or when they die. Trust me, I have no problem going to school. I’m not a skipper. I’ve never skipped a day in my life (without my parents permission of course). But now I can’t even just take a day off because I sick. I can’t fail. Period.

It’s not wonder there have been cases of school closing because not enough kids are going to school. One of the schools in my district had to close down because there weren’t enough kids there. It’s crazy. They tell us we can’t miss so many days, so we go when we feel like poo. Our brains aren’t functioning properly and we’re just spreading our diseases, making things worse. How nice is that? I’m not saying kids should stay home at the first sign of a belly ache, but when someone’s got a nasty cold or the flu or bronchitis, why should we have to worry about FAILING our classes? Especilly if we’re some of the brightest kids around? I know every school has their bad seeds and all, but seriously. As long as we get the right material, isn’t that what matters? If we don’t get it, most teachers offer after school tutoring on Tuesdays and Thursdays, or even every day of the week (except Wednesday because they have staff meetings then). If kids don’t feel like getting one-on-one time to get what they need, that’s their fault. Not mine. My geometry teacher stays after school until like five every single day just to help her students. That’s a great teacher right there. She hates her staff meetings BECAUSE it takes away from her tutoring time.

Well, I have make up work that I don’t feel like doing that needs to be done. As well as some cleaning. I really want to go to the park for some fresh air. If only we had one in walking distance…

I’d like to thank my wonderful Daddy for my pretty flowers he bought me for Valentine’s Day. Even if they are a few days late

I’d color me rainbow if I could.
Fun and flirty,
Loud and bright,
Yet still calm and mellow.
But if only that was possible.

She looked to the sky and muttered to herself,
“Yellow”
Not quite her favorite,
But close enough.
Yellow looked best in her clothes,
In her hair,
Even her shoes.

The color of the sun,
That beat down on her face.
The color she wore when she was in a bad mood.
Illuminating and merry.
Yellow lit up her world like there was no tomorrow.

Most people would say she’s boisterous and witty;
Colorful in her own little way.
Happy to be alive,
Taking care of everything while
Wearing a smile.
Smiley faces are yellow…
So is she.

No matter how lively she got,
She always made time to take care of the serious things.
Her color never changed.
Somehow she had the talent to make everyone smile,
No matter how bad their day got,
They all ran to her to fix it.
Whether it be something funny or
Just a good lecture.
Yellow helped her,
She helped others.

She is yellow.
I am her.
Yellow is me.
I am me.
Which happens to be yellow

Waiting. Breathing.
Staring into the open space.
She’s expecting him any day now,
Her knight in shining armour
With her Pumpkin carriage
Singing mice and Fairy Godmothers.
There she goes,
She’s slipping off to her Cinderella land.

She knows his breathtaking name,
She knows his Godly face,
She knows she loves him,
She knows he’s only a dream.

Two years in the making
her fantasies of him
maybe one day being hers.
Could they be coming true?

For that one moment,
She felt so high,
She saw her knight
Coming so close
The moment his lips touched hers
Fantasies were realities,
Realities were dreams.
She knew she wanted him,
Now more than ever.

But the clock struck twelve
And she was back to the beginning.
Waiting. Breathing.
Staring into the open space.

United we Stand
Divided we fall
Together as one
That’s our law.
Love thy Father,
Brother,
Mother,
Sister,
Lover.
Together as one,
The greatest country to be alive,
That’s what we’re taught.
Live. Laugh. Love.
What if we live for someone
that isn’t approved by the government?
What if we laugh at the people
All because they can’t open their eyes?
What if the one we love looks like us?

He walks the streets,
Being shunned by society,
All because he’s different,
They don’t approve.

Yet the man behind him,
He’s strapped with a machine gun,
Killing whoever he pleases,
And no one bats an eye.

Holding hands is a crime in today’s society,
But holding a killing machine is okay.
What have we come too?
For the greatest country in the world,
We seem to be pretty blind.
Since when has “love” had a definition?
Why can such a diverse culture,
Be so unaccepting of love,
And so comfortable with war??

I have some very funny icons I think I want to share. You may be offended. If so, buzz off. There’s a big red “X” in the upper right corner of your browser. Do me a favor, click it. Don’t tell me I’m going to Hell or any of that b’s.

On with the goodies.

 Just a few things that I find to be humorous. No, I’m not Jewish. But my best friend is, so I’m aloud to post Jewish stuff. Sue me.

Buh-bye.

~~~AnotherSadSong~~~

I’m new to WordPress. I’ve heard great things about it, so I thought I’d try it out.

I’m just not sure what there is to write about today. It’s Super Bowl Sunday. I don’t think I’ll watch the game though. Although I do hope the Colts win just so Chicago doesn’t. I’m not against the Bears, just against the whole city itself. I’m nice, I know. It’s really not my favorite place to be so as long as I’m against the city, might as well be against their football team, too.

Honestly, hockey’s my thing. Sit me down in front of a good Flyers game and I’ll never talk to you until it’s over. They’re killing me this season, though. Stupid coaches. I swear. The worse thing they ever did was get rid of the JR, Primeau, etc., just for Forsberg. Jesus, for such a great player, he spends more time off the ice than he does on. I hope we get rid him next season. I want my FlyBoys back.

And I sometimes follow the ‘Canes. That’s ’cause half their team last season happened to be Flyers players. But now, the ‘Canes can suck a left one. Dad roots for them when Flyers are blowing (like now) but whatever. The Hurricanes are his 2nd team now. I say screw that. It’s all about the Flyers. 110%. No matter how crappy they are.

When it comes to professional sports, I’m for mostly Philly teams. I lived in Philly for awhile and my family’s from there. Baseball - I’m all for the Phillies, although I don’t keep up with baseball. I have been to see a few games though. That was in the Vet though. It’s quite funny since my best friend and her family are all about the Stanky Yankees. It’s a lovely little feud. Haha. Hockey - Flyers. We’ve been through this a paragraph or two ago. Basketball - 76ers, despite the fact I hate basketball. Still. Why not? Football - Dallas Cowboys. Ya like how I put that in there? Yeah, I know, it was sliiiick. =] When it comes to football, I hate the Eagles. Sue me. My family and friends are huuuge fans, but they can blow me =] To me, they’re the Chokin’ Chickens. Why? That’s all they ever do - choke. They can get right up to the final conference game and blow it. Or they can go all the way to Super Bowl and what do they do? Choke. Yeah, screw them. =]

 Alright, I’m done I guess. This one’s about sports then I guess. Haha.

Bye.

<3AnotherSadSong