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Lol I dug deep back into the depths of my blog archives (oh by the way happy late b-day, blog! oh how you have kept me sane(ish)!) to see what I was saying about school this time last year I found my old poem:

T'would rather die
Than school supplies, buy.
T'would rather suffer Natazi's wrath,
Than sit a lesson of math.
T'would rather be open with defiance,
Than be quiet in science.
T'would rather tear off my own limb,
Than run a mile in gym.
T'would rather have my head be hanging by a strand,
Than have a playing test in band.
T'would rather vanish,
Than go to spanish.
T'would rather poke out my eyes with a comb.
Than miss the bus going home!!!

(sniff!) It's so beautiful, i think i'm going to cry! This amazing masterpiece of fine poetry inspired me to make another, with my new classes. blah blah blah disclaimer: i value my education, school isn't the worst thing that's ever happened, i'm taking some poetic liberties here and allowing myself to be negative.

Language Arts, who needs it?
I, frankly don’t give a (bit).
Health class will be quite ick,
The semester better go very quick.
Econ seems like it will be pretty lame,
I hope I won’t feel the need to set myself aflame.
Band, band, that class isn’t grand,
I just might just quit once I decide it’s too bland.
Spanish is always filled with stoops,
That is why I don’t like learning in groups.
In math I get so bored I want to cry,
I have it at the end of the day, I’d really rather die.
Physics, just more math and science,
I hate both and I’ll hate their alliance.
Government is replacing the history class,
Instead of saying something vulgar, on this one, I’ll pass.

(bows, dodges roses, blows kisses) Thank you, thank you, thank you very much. i know this is such a refined piece of literature! Best i've ever written! anyway sarcasm aside, this poem seems like it needs a beat while you read it. and no that does not mean that a wrote a rap song about school!!

anyway, on a different subject, I was listening to Revolution Is Not A Dinner Party, which is a book about the cultural revolution in China last night AND IT WAS SO SAD. i mean i really didn't expect any thing else, seeing as it's the cultural revolution. but it was soooo bad that I had to just turn off the CD player. I mean that's never really happened before with books, I always just make it to the end of the horrific scene and am sad, but like the whole thing went down hill. it had to get worse before it could better, but there is just no end in sight to the horror. It's one thing to read a nonfiction book about things like this, but it's another to read about somebody going through them. The worst part is that the main character is only like 11 so she doesn't get that what she found in her mom's room wasn't a close line or something, it was a noose!! So everytime the mom goes into her room for a while I hold my breath until she reappears in the story. But maybe now that the mom saw members of a different family who's mom committed suicide persecuted (by persecuted I mean like beaten half to death), she won't. Not that I could actually finish that scene. I turned it off as the sheet was sliding off the dead body. charming, eh. the whole "drawing a class line" thing to save yourself is so sickening i'm not even going to get into it.

On a happier note, uhh school. wow that really puts things into perspective ;-) oh! i was going through the first day of eighth grade from my blog, and it's so funny looking at my first reactions to my teachers and school:

-My "new motto for this school year is": Everybody Hates Everybody Else (more like i hate everybody but some people did not hate everybody else ;) yeah, anyway this was because nobody was sharing seats on the bus.) Right/Wrong

-My social studies teacher seemed: like a very angry person. Wrong

-Science was: really really boring. Right. The science teacher made us do weird things that she didn't explain. RIGHT. "Science: This is where I start losing faith in the human race." I'll just stop right there. CORRECT

-Falling back asleep when you wake up is a kind of bliss you don't appreciate until it's taken away. Right.

-Jesus! do you guys realize we got assigned the veterans project on the 25th of september?? that's brutal.

-Haha here's what i thought about spanish: Spanish: Umm, it's okay, we mostly just play games for extra credit. CORRECT.

anyway. that's sort of funny how much i got right with the first impression. so hopefully i'll still be able to squeeze my art into the school year. probs. i already collage'd the crap out of my accordion folder and some of my notebooks. that was fun. anyway maybe i'll go crai my eyes out listening to Revolution Is Not A Dinner party. kthxcrai. (WHY IS THE HUMAN RACE SO HATEFUL.) bai