Sunday, February 28, 2010

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...

Tuesday, February 23, 2010

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!

Wednesday, February 17, 2010

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.

Friday, February 12, 2010

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.

Monday, February 8, 2010


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.

Wednesday, February 3, 2010

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.

Tuesday, February 2, 2010

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.

Monday, February 1, 2010

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.