So School Has Started...

And school is is umm...schoolish? As you can see, my vocabulary isn't at it's greatest today. Let's see...where to start?
I have four classes and two of them, I don't even know why they're classes. My schedule: Calculus, Physics, Health, and New Mexico History. Can you guess the two classes that shouldn't be classes? You probably can. Health is the first one. We sit around just talking about the five dimensions a lot.
"Why is spiritual health important?" my teacher asks. I dunno, I think. Because we get to sit around and say, ommmmmm? Of course, I have to come up with a much more intelligent answer such as:
"Because we have to have faith in ourselves and the rest of the world," I answer. For the rest of the semester, I will keep on pretending that I care. Joy.
New Mexico History doesn't make me want to kill myself, but of course, New Mexico has a HUGE ego so they force us helpless high school students to learn about the history of our great state. Still, it's a largely unnecessary class.
Today, I learned about Pancho Villa. Viva Villa! Guess what? He helped prepare the U.S. for WWI! Facinating...
What else is going on? I'm SBG President so at the last meeting, we had to pick a Homecoming Chairperson. Four people volunteered for the job: Amanda, Impala, Rosina, and Hadassah. We all had to vote on one person for the job so each candidate had to give a speech on why they should be chairperson. Impala was second and she's dumber than the african antelope she was named after.
"So Impala, what will you do as Homecoming chairperson?" I ask her.
"Well, she starts, "I'll clean the bathrooms and reserve the food." That's the end of her speech. I surpress a laugh and just say thank you before she walks away. Well, I think. Bathrooms do need cleaning. Rosina wins without a doubt and Impala gets zero votes. At least I know the other students are at least smarter than an african antelope. I'm so mean...
I don't really feel seniorish yet. The only effect the start of the year has had on me is the upcoming college application period. It's staring me down like a gun to my head...
See you next time!