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...