Farewell

I'm so over school that I can't even fathom a continuation of this blog. I'll be back in September. Maybe I'll throw a couple in here throughout the summer. SEE YA!

Tisk Tisk

Did shameful things in my plaid skirt today.. my bad, God!

Brain Overload

Every fiber of my being wants to be able to just relax and enjoy beautiful weather. Instead, I sit in the sweatbox that is my school every day and am tortured with the fact that I will be taking the ACT's on Saturday. Once that beautiful experience is over, It's time to start studying up for my exams that run from Tuesday of next week to that Friday. It is so close. SO incredibly close. But it seems like it is taking a lifetime. Today, I had tests in legitimately every single class.. None of which I were actually prepared for. Two were open-note and one is a take home test but the problem is that my brain is absolutely fried! I bullshitted through some tests, cheated on another, and did fairly well on the rest (I guess). It's every man for himself at this point. Everyone is just trying desperately to finish off this last quarter relatively unscathed, including myself.

Epiphony

I loved the idea of writing this blog. I can honestly say that I was ecstatic about the whole thing. The problem arose when I lost sight of what I wanted this blog to actually represent. I let it become a place where I focused entirely on the ridiculous shit that my friends and I pull Monday-Friday on any given week. Although my junior year has consisted of an abundance of ridiculousness, there are so many other things that I could have and wish that I talked about. My junior year is approaching its end and I look back on the different emotions that I have felt in this school. I have felt embarrassed, I have felt confident. I have felt stupid, I have felt proud of my wit. I have felt upset and cried in a public setting, I have felt genuinely happy and shared laughs with my friends that blend into one priceless memory. These are relatable things that every high school student has felt. I sort of regret not using this angle while attacking the Catholic School topic. I love talking about the crazy shit that my friends and I do but that gets old. I honestly sit in the nurse for at least 2 periods every day. I stayed in the library today without a pass for THREE straight periods because... well... I was bored and the "nice librarians" were here today and not that bitchy one with the fat ass. So, yes.. my shenanigans continue yet I doubt anyone wants to read about a girl who skips class all the time and tells you how she does it. That's no fun at all. I just re-read my introduction to this blog and am sad to see how far I have drifted from the goal I once had and was once so excited about. I wish I had told stories of Mrs. Reilly and her pathetic attempt to control a Spanish class, or the way it feels to find out that one of your really good friends "tears you apart" behind your back, or even how it feels to get caught cheating 4 times on the same algebra test and getting SCREAMED at in front of your entire class. That's my high school. That was my junior year and I so regret not being able to bust out some more of these entries. Finals are next week and my Catholic School Chronicles are reaching their final chapters (for now at least). I say final chapter"s" because I plan to try my hardest and crank out some more of these entries while I still can say that I am a junior in Catholic School.

Hangover Thursdays!

Although I once claimed to be a suitable candidate for the blogging world.. I have recently proved otherwise with my lack of consistency for these Catholic School Chronicles. For that I apologize. As of now I've got a pattern going... For the past two Wednesdays nights now I have gotten uncontrollably drunk. It's not spring break just yet so yes, I did in fact have school the mornings after. Last Wednesday was St. Patrick's Day.. I spent it roaming around the parade in NYC and then back at my friends house once I got home. I got home at 10 o'clock that night and proceeded to take a shower that I did not remember taking the next morning. The only reason I know this is because there is evidence on my friend's Facebook wall, where I decided to leave a video with a towel wrapped around my head, make-up running down my face, and water dripping from my nose. Aside from realizing that I bathed unbeknownst to my memory, that Thursday morning was well.... eventful. Up until the very moment that my ride to school beeped her horn, I was face down in a toilet bowl puking and needless to say it all went down hill from there. I remember sitting in Algebra, obviously hungover, thinking I am NEVER drinking on a school night ever ever ever again. And then this Wednesday came along. It was Olivia's birthday dinner. I had NO choice but to "take one for the team" and get wasted at a Japanese restaurant with about 15 girls, 2 and a half handles of cheap liquor, and a bottle of champagne! A recipe for disaster if you ask me. But believe it or not, we all made it out virtually unscathed (minus the mysterious bruising above my left knee). Anyway, we brought iPod speakers and got a private room. We made quite the impression on the elderly couple seated just outside our party, I'm sure. In the end, we did not anticipate just how hefty that bill would be. We were short about $40 on the check at first. I did things that night that I would certainly not have done soberly (i.e. suggesting that the owner drive me to an ATM so that I could pay the difference of the money that we were missing). But, fortunately enough the manager there is very good friends with Brooke's family and told us that it was on him after we scraped up twenty more dollars. You may be thinking to yourself: What does this have to do with Catholic school? Well, quite frankly it doesn't have all that much to do with it. The biggest point I am trying to make is that that Japanese restaurant was filled with fifteen reckless teenagers on Wednesday night. Those girls all grace the halls at my Catholic school and each one of them miserably dragged themselves to school yesterday. Catholic school tells us all the time that drinking is bad. Partying is a 'no no'. On the weekends is one thing, but school nights is in a whole new ball game. And recently I've been in the starting line up.

I've done a horrendous job at actually keeping this blog up to date. My apologies to whoever may be reading this out there! I'll continue some more story telling as soon as I feel inspired to again. Thanks for your patience, Cheers!

Back To School

After a long weekend brought on by another blizzard, tomorrow it's time to go back to school. This should be tough. I had one of the weirdest weekends of my life. Long story short, I have a broken toe and a lot of reasons to question if this weekend actually happened. None of this is school related soo this post doesn't exactly belong here. For this reason, I'm gonna wrap it up here.




Back to school! Back to school, to prove to Dad that I'm not a fool! I got my lunch packed up, my boots tied tight, I hope I don't get in a fight! Ohhhh, back to school! Back to school! Back to school! Well, here goes nothing...

The Squeaky Wheel

My psychotic excuse for an English teacher is completely screwing me over at the moment. This has completely consumed the majority of my past two days at school. It's okay though because school is much less drab when you have something good to bitch about. I've avoided several of my other classes because I have spent them in the guidance office figuring out a way to get the Hell out of that class so that I can never look back. English is my strong suit as far as academics go. I cannot afford to settle with mediocre grades just because my teacher speaks in a monotone voice and bores me to tears. My notebook for her class is filled with delightful little doodles exclaiming my ardent desire to "jump off a cliff" or "kick the teacher in the head" (Billy Madison style). It just recently got out of control when I approached her over a problem that I had with a paper and she called me annoying. I LOST it. Since then I have been in and out of guidance whining my way out of the dreadful hour that I am forced to sit through in her class each and every day. My fingers are crossed that I will be getting my way in the near future. Things are looking up and I don't think I will have to carry out any of those extremities that I express in lieu of taking any legitimate English notes. Here's hoping!

Crash Wednesday

Well, today was a big day for Catholic schools everywhere. That's right. Its Ash Wednesday, people. I can say with confidence that this is my least favorite day to wear this plaid skirt. I'm a misfit as far as Catholic school girls go. I do not attend Church and I do not claim one single religion. So, to put it simpler, I believe what I believe and that's the end of it. Now, Catholic school girls have always had a notorious reputation for submitting to bad behavior. My school does not disprove this stereotype. As I sat in church, selectively listening to the foreign preist who stood before us (Our school can never seem to find anyone capable of learning the English language) I looked around at the people who were taking a sacred pledge with God by receiving ashes. Some of those individuals ended up being the very ones who ignite that slutty Catholic school girl image. I wondered to myself what they would be giving up for lent. Perhaps the frequent sex they've been having? Although I highly doubt it. But, anyway... I chose not to receive ashes because I thought that if I did, it would put me at risk of looking like a serious hypocrite. After making this decision I had to deal with questions like: "So, do you like not believe in God?". This was a frustrating topic for me because I honestly don't know what I believe yet and its really no one else's business either. I remember in my public school days, only three or four people came into school with ashes and they stuck out like sore thumbs. Now, I was the odd man out in a sea of faces, because mine did not have a little black smudge above it. I'm okay with it. I don't fit in in my school as it is. But the straw that broke the camel's back was when I proceeded to the cafeteria with the intention of buying my usual "turkey, lettuce, and american cheese on a round roll". I approached the sandwich bar only to find a sign announcing: "Ash Wednesday: NO MEAT!". That just about did it for me. That was when I came to the realization that for the next 40 days, I will have to live without having my turkey sandwich on Fridays. It will be a true struggle, but I think I may find the strength to overcome it. So, consider this my admission that I am the Ebinezer Scrooge of the Lent Season. Countdown to Easter: 40 days.

February Break

Just an FYI; our school is on vacation. I'm spending it in Vermont with Jess and my friend Chris. School antics will continue in approximately 5 days. Until then, VT will do.

Paparazzi

Today, Olivia took pictures of unsuspecting people while they were washing their hands in the bathroom. To most, this is creepy. But we are talking about Olivia here, So it's completely standard behavior.

Typical Day

Is it normal that Jess and I approached the disciplinarian today while she put her arms behind her back and pretended that my arms were hers? No, but he just laughed it off and said "I can obviously see you behind her".
Let's see, I skipped Lunch. Just went to, where else, the nurse's office. OH, and.. Today was the first day of Multicultural Club! Jess, Brooke, and I stuck out like a couple of sore thumbs.. Aside from our two really good friends Katie and Nicole, we were pretty much the only white girls in that club. It's cool though, it should be a fun environment. I expect that there will be many stories to come about this club.

The Nurse

To us, the nurse's office is like a home away from home. On a daily basis, all four of us plan out AT LEAST one period to just sit in the nurse and talk about whatever the Hell is going on in our day.
I would like to make it known that our school nurse has the best job on the planet. She loves to gossip and loves to hear about all that is going on with the girls and boys (mostly the girls) at my school. Basically, what it comes down to is that I can walk into the nurse's office at any point in the day. The second she starts giving me any shit about how I'm in there too much, all I have to do is start telling her a story about some skanky underclassman who went down on some boy and I'll have her hooked for the remainder of the period that I am attempting to skip. It's a pretty foolproof method.
My school pretends to be strict when it comes to discipline. That is a complete joke sometimes, especially when it comes to the disorder that ensues in that nurse's office. The school claims that they go through the nurse log, where you write down: your name, the period you are missing, your symptoms, and your plan of care, etc. This is "mandatory" to fill out upon arrival. Let me reveal my hall of fame when dealing with my "symptoms" in that nurse log...
Let's see, there's been:
- Skitzophrenia
- Cramps (A common excuse since no one asks questions. Next to explosive diarrhea it's probably your best bet)
- Nausea
- Hives
- "Ughh"
- A sad face.. I left this one to the imagination of whomever spends their time reading this bullshit.

The Who's Who

With every story, there are many characters that go along with it. My life at school has a list of "main characters" as well. The people who will without a doubt show up throughout this series of tales.
First off, there's Brooke. She's my next door neighbor, as far as lockers go and is easily the most outrageous person I've ever met. This girl is so uninhibited around our group of friends, but as far as the entire high school community knows she is a reserved and quiet girl. Two words I would NEVER use to describe Brooke. What it comes down to is that she is the funny one, plain and simple. I only hang out with people who have great senses of humor, but she has an affect on me like no other.
Well then, there's Jessica she just reaches five feet but is full of unlimited energy. She's my best friend for sure. The most reliable person I've ever met. She's nuts. She's up for anything and I would consider her to be my partner in crime, for lack of a better term. I could spend hours on end with Jess and her humor never gets old.
Olivia and I started out on the strangest of terms. We always had these unspoken feelings of annoyance toward each other. It wasn't until this year that we completely bonded. I could tell Liv just about anything and vice versa. She is so blunt, so spontaneous. She honestly lives life to the very fullest and doesn't care if the people around her stop and stare.
Nina is a brilliant girl, which is displayed in her quick-witted sense of humor. She is beautiful and can get the attention of just about any person with a pulse. I've been close with her since freshman year and care so deeply for her. She is the type of girl who has a funny comment about everything and I love that about her.
There are many supporting characters among my days in Catholic High School. You'll here about them too if you choose to read on. For now, I feel obligated to give you a general idea of who will be commonly gracing the pages of this blog. To put it in simpler terms, this is my possy and they are virtually the only people I can tolerate in my school.

And The Saga Begins..

I'm a junior at a Catholic High School who has been searching for a topic to base her blog on. Then, as I was sitting in Mr. Montanaro's Algebra 2 class, it hit me. Each school day I go through six hours, eight periods of: teachers who don't have a clue, classmates who push me to my last nerve, and friends who make the experience a little bit better. So, here it is. My newest blog. The Catholic School Chronicles. Here, I will basically support the idea that my school is a bit of a joke. Here, I will tell you about the mean girls who inhabit the halls that you only thought existed in movies. Here, I will explain how my school is virtually incapable of hiring an actual good teacher. Here, I will tell you how I have learned to get away with a lot more than I really should. And I hope you enjoy.