Schedule mania seems to be infecting the Clovis West population rather rapidly. I'm detecting a lot of anti-CW sentiment in people's AIM infos. Perhaps I should start "busting out" the foul language to express my anger against the school. Nah. I was fortunate enough to have my classes work out rather nicely. My schedule? YOU want to know MY schedule??? Very well.
I'm rather disappointed, or, dare I say, betrayed!! Mitchell Ratanasen was supposedly ready to take on Garabedian and his polypeptides with me, but now I fight the battle alone. I feel somewhat like England in WWII. Come on, France, get your head in the game! You got beat before the war even really started. Now I'm to take on the Hessians all by my lonesome. =( Fortunately, I know I have friends in just about all other classes. Excellent, I say. Excellent. I feel the urge to tap my fingers together repeatedly and call on Smithers do my bidding.
A few things that bother me about people during registration time: When I ask for your schedule, don't tell me that you're not sure because a some classes are messed up--that's a given. Tell me what classes you know for sure and then we can get on with our lives. If you don't have any for sure, then you must have a pretty messed up schedule. Secondly, if I ask you what your schedule is and you don't want to tell me for fear that your classes will make you look stupid, then you've got some self esteem problems. That's all I've got to say.
I was at the store buying bagels with my mom. Hey, I gotta have them bagels. So I'm in line waiting at the register and I look back and I see this girl standing in back of me, and she's smiling and I swear she thought I was totally hot [or at least not ugly]. She was too young though. If she'd've been my age, I would've let loose the charm and ask for her digits. Yeah, I'm pretty funny, huh.
I'll give a gold star to any senior I find fighting the Hessians with me.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY GAIL!