Things Never Change
At this point, spring break could not come too quickly. I don’t like my classes this semester, I’ve decided that. Art is alright though, and so is English, I guess. We get report cards for the first term next Tuesday and then Wednesday is off for parent/teacher interviews. For the first time I don’t really want to go. My mom has already met Mr. Korns. The rest of my teachers aren’t eccentric enough for me to be talking about them so much that my mom wants to go to the interviews just to find out who these crazy people are. We’ll probably go anyway so she can meet Mrs. Terenta the second.
What I wouldn’t give to be back in early elementary school. Everything was good back then. I was a cute little kid and there was never any homework and there were slumber parties watching Lake Placid and Sarah and I laughing and laughing at all the people who were actually scared by the movie.
Well… the last thing hasn’t changed.
But obviously, wishing doesn’t get you much. So I’m going to press on until spring break when I will take a freaking break already.
Spontaneous thought: I think my chem teacher is lonely. I say that because today she told us that she’s in her classroom every morning before classes for extra help, and that we could come in and do our homework there even if it was social or math work. Actually, now that I write it down, it doesn’t seem that strange. Usually teachers are all too open to students coming into their class before school to get help, but not to do the homework of another subject. I’m wondering if she’s looking for company or just, for some reason, feels sorry that we have to do our homework sitting in the halls? She doesn’t strike me as the type that… I don’t know… would want to be all buddy buddy with her kids. If she did, she probably wouldn’t pull a Mrs. Crossman* every time someone said ‘o’ instead of ‘zero’, or ‘two minus’ instead of ‘negative two’.
*When I was in jr. high I had Mrs. Crossman for home ec. One time we had to do this irregular fraction calculation for one of the recipes. I can’t even remember what it was. I thought that, what with her being a home ec. teacher for quite a few years and using the same recipes all the time, she might just know the answer off the top of her head. So I offhandedly asked her. Her reply was, ‘I am just shocked and amazed that you would ask me that. You’re really that incapable of writing it down and figuring it out yourself.’ I was too scared to talk to her much after that.
