08 October 2007
♥ to my collegiate readers:
It has recently come to my attention that I actually have a collegiate readership, which, of course, is understandable, as a) I update my blog fairly regularly, and b) I actually still attend LHS, which means all the latest and greatest gossip comes straight from the source. Plus I usually have a fair amount to say, for better or for worse.
That said, I feel the need to clarify a few things.
1. The mysterious and oh-so-well-spoken Morgan Potts. First, I feel it necessary to make note of the fact that I am aware of our past mutual distaste for one another; however, we seem to be getting on quite well now that we are oceans apart and are no longer competing for the same friend base. Of course, my initial admiration for Morgan stemmed from the fact that, as the saying goes, the enemy of my enemy is my friend, and I do so disdain anonymity. What I have to say is usually quite to the point and not always pleasant, but I feel that if you're really willing to stand by what you have to say, you should put your name out there with it. That said, I would like to note that Morgan is one of the more eloquent people with whom I've come in contact, and in a school full of intelligent (albeit pretentious) young adults, I think that's saying something. I admire Morgan for her ability to attract only the most perceptive and coherent of dissenters (cowardice aside), and because I don't think I could ever be brave enough to actually move to another continent to start over.
2. You're really not missing much. It's a brand-new building, but--for better or for worse--it's the same old LHS. We have an atrium (read: "glorified cafeteria"), but we also have Mr. Davis, who I'm pretty sure will be running the place for the next several decades, even as he grows too curmudgeonly to be exposed to first-year students. The ceilings are higher and the library is bigger, but we still have the same copious amounts of homework, and the all-nighters aren't going anywhere. But worst of all, the place is full of gossipy bitches, just like it was back in your day. (Remember?) People will still take any excuse they can get their grubby little meathooks on to talk about you, even if it's not really tangible. Some people even think I'm a bitch, which is only ridiculous because they seem to think they're the first ones to point it out. They're not.
3. A couple of things that might interest you: Mr. Vigil is marrying Ms. High. Sometimes they hold hands. It's kind of cute. Dr. Neal's bald spot has grown exponentially in the last couple of weeks; possibly it's my lack of interest in TOGay that keeps her up at night. Mr. Mehlbach still insists on hitting the walls of his classroom with that god damned wooden sword, which makes it rather difficult to write a proper essay next door, especially since I wish I were still in his class. I'm still terrified of Ms. Tucker; one of these days I'm convinced she's going to turn into a toad and eat me when I beg for help on my history IA topic. Ms. Talle, I'm convinced, is a nympho, and we haven't even gotten to reproduction yet (sickeningly enough, I can't wait). Our football team is back to losing all the time again, and the juniors spend a lot of time in MY senior area. It's pissing me off.
Most importantly, I'm jealous of all you collegiate types. I certainly hope things will get a little easier once I'm in your shoes.
Until next time, then.
That said, I feel the need to clarify a few things.
1. The mysterious and oh-so-well-spoken Morgan Potts. First, I feel it necessary to make note of the fact that I am aware of our past mutual distaste for one another; however, we seem to be getting on quite well now that we are oceans apart and are no longer competing for the same friend base. Of course, my initial admiration for Morgan stemmed from the fact that, as the saying goes, the enemy of my enemy is my friend, and I do so disdain anonymity. What I have to say is usually quite to the point and not always pleasant, but I feel that if you're really willing to stand by what you have to say, you should put your name out there with it. That said, I would like to note that Morgan is one of the more eloquent people with whom I've come in contact, and in a school full of intelligent (albeit pretentious) young adults, I think that's saying something. I admire Morgan for her ability to attract only the most perceptive and coherent of dissenters (cowardice aside), and because I don't think I could ever be brave enough to actually move to another continent to start over.
2. You're really not missing much. It's a brand-new building, but--for better or for worse--it's the same old LHS. We have an atrium (read: "glorified cafeteria"), but we also have Mr. Davis, who I'm pretty sure will be running the place for the next several decades, even as he grows too curmudgeonly to be exposed to first-year students. The ceilings are higher and the library is bigger, but we still have the same copious amounts of homework, and the all-nighters aren't going anywhere. But worst of all, the place is full of gossipy bitches, just like it was back in your day. (Remember?) People will still take any excuse they can get their grubby little meathooks on to talk about you, even if it's not really tangible. Some people even think I'm a bitch, which is only ridiculous because they seem to think they're the first ones to point it out. They're not.
3. A couple of things that might interest you: Mr. Vigil is marrying Ms. High. Sometimes they hold hands. It's kind of cute. Dr. Neal's bald spot has grown exponentially in the last couple of weeks; possibly it's my lack of interest in TOGay that keeps her up at night. Mr. Mehlbach still insists on hitting the walls of his classroom with that god damned wooden sword, which makes it rather difficult to write a proper essay next door, especially since I wish I were still in his class. I'm still terrified of Ms. Tucker; one of these days I'm convinced she's going to turn into a toad and eat me when I beg for help on my history IA topic. Ms. Talle, I'm convinced, is a nympho, and we haven't even gotten to reproduction yet (sickeningly enough, I can't wait). Our football team is back to losing all the time again, and the juniors spend a lot of time in MY senior area. It's pissing me off.
Most importantly, I'm jealous of all you collegiate types. I certainly hope things will get a little easier once I'm in your shoes.
Until next time, then.
10/08/2007
