Wørd in the Hall

Before I rant, I would like to apologize to Mike for both posting this after when I said I would and for essentially not alloing comments. Well, after I post this I will enable comments, so if you wanted to comment beofre and couldn't please try again. As for posting this late, it's about 1:10 P.M. where I am, and Mike says these are only good when written late at night or early in the morning. If it makes you feel better I wrote this last night and am merely typing it now, I'm still pissed off from finding out how to get the ø in the title, I'm blasting music, my parents aren't home for another half-hour, and I have to finish this and an essay before they get back. So expect a little anger and confusion. We now continue with your scheduled rant.
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September 6, 2006. Another beautiful day in paradise. This week's Wørd in the Hall: Freshmen. "There's too many random freshmen in this hallway. You never see the same one twice." This quote is this week's rant in a nutshell. At my highschool, there are roughly 650 students and at least 200 of them are freshmen. When we go to assemblies, Seniors are in the center, Juniors are on the left, Sophomores are on the right, and Freshemn are in the balcony. 74 years ago there were 200 seats in that balcony. Today, its standing room only for the last Freshman homeroom. There's just too many of them. Now, my class, the Sophomores, are relatively small. So small, in fact, that they merged our gym class with the freshmen gym. That's bullshit! What's worse is that the first two gym classes was Freshmen v. Sophomore kickball. Now, our class is not the one that you would exactly call something like talkative, hyper, or alive. We really don't care. We only had 50 people at the pep rally and 20 thought it was mandatory. So we lost the first game 9-2. The next game was different. We were pissed. So pissed that weak little me hit a homerun. So pissed that unathletic Alyssa hit the ball into a basketball hoop (we got no points or bases on this one due to everyone being momentairly stunned and thinking it was an automatic homerun. we won 9-5. Go class of 09! The class of, umm, 10 can kiss our ass. [/school spirit]
Our school has four hallways; Senior, Junior, Sophomore, and Freshman. You usually get a locker in the hallway of your class. If there aren't enough, since a lot of them don't open, your locker is in a hallway with the same locker size. Freshmen and Juniors have small lockers, Sophomores and Seniors have big lockers. But there are so many Freshmen that they have lockers in not just Freshman hall, but also Senior and Sophmore halls, where the quote was heard. We need to get them out of out hallway. There's just too many of them. We need to ice a couple, if you know what I mean. Someone almost did in gym class. During game 2, this one Freshman, Alleem or Eilim or something like that was being a complete asshole. He faked an injury to try to get one of our good players pulled. He just sat out for like 2 minutes. So one kid on our team, I forget who, "accidently" bashes this kid right in the face. He had it coming, faking injury and all. Have a nice day.

Recent History Lesson

September 10, 2006. Another beautiful day in paradise. Recently, school started. Now if you don't go to my high school, you might not get some of the jokes, stories, etc. If you're not sure if you go to my school, read on and you'll know by the end. That said, on the first day of school everybody gets all dressed up to make a good impression or something like that. But due to tradition at our school, the majority of the first day is an assembly which is usually only to angrily chant at the incoming freshmen. But this year, they announced that not only that gum chewing wasn't against the rules last year, along with soda drinking, but that neither are allowed this year. Just clear water in a clear container that has nothing in but but Hydrogen and Oxygen. But the good news is that for the first time in 74 years, our school has ... wait for it ... Toliet paper on rolls! After the assembly, we had our afternoon classes. Fast Forward 7:00 the next morning. Second day of school. I had to get all dressed up again because nobody had their morning classes yet and my schedule got changed. On the second day all the classes are shortened due to the pep rally where all the teams get cheered on by the whole school and the angry chants at the freshmen. We, the sophomores, had about 50 people there, about 75% of the Juniors showed up, about 50% of the freshmen came, and naturally all of the Seniors came. During the chant competition, We came in third, freshmen in last because everyone else drowned them out, Seniors came in second, (but the teachers said they won anyway) and Juniors took the gold. Not that you win anything. During our chant, everybody started booing. Even the freshmen. Nothing like pissing off 400 people simultaneously. It's an unique kind of therapy. Afterward, I was talking with Mike and Liz (well, Mike and Liz talked and I mumbled like 5 words) and Liz said something about how Band isn't a team but It's harder than Cheerleading, and that's a team. I thought about it, and came up with this: Cheerleaders can stay a team, as long as they do the same routine as they did at the pep rally. Also, the Band and color guard should now be a team. The reason the cheerleaders have to do the same routine is because they practically mooned the freshmen, and since we are next to the freshmen we had a great view. That's all I'm saying.
Also in recently Steve Irwin died. If you don't know who he is than I'm not going to tell you he's the Crocodile Hunter. He was doing a segment called something like, "Deadly Dangers of the Deep". Now since he was filming this when he died, they have his death on tape. The sad part his they're probably going to air it. Just goes to show how sick and twisted our society is. Now, a bunch of jokes have popped up about his dead ranging form "He had it coming" to "One less Psycho on TV". When Mike told me one of these I said, "Don't make fun of dead people." Since Mike always had a defense, he said, "He's not dead he's immortal". Here's to the immortal Crocodile Hunter. Have a nice day.