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 I just started this because I figured I needed an outlet for my emotions and thoughts and such. Tumblr isn't quite as satisfying, so hopefully this turns out to be something I use quite frequently, if not for other people, but myself. 

So far, I'm pretty happy with my classes. Heather and Jairus are in my regular gym class which is pretty exciting considering I was nervous I wouldn't know anyone. I'm also in Sports Nite for the next few weeks, which has a TON of my friends in it, which will be pretty exciting. Also, Greta is on Orange and I'm on Black, so let the best team win :-). When Sports Nite is over, I have health AND swimming with Heather. I anticipate we will sign up for exactly the same units (such as badminton, yoga, etc) because after all, she is my best friend. 

I'm thrilled with my Advanced Placement Language and Composition course because I feel like traditional honors English wasn't nurturing my love for the actual subject essentially. There is a set outline and course description of what must take place, and the majority of it is the same old generic sentence compositions and vocabulary tests. It really makes me start to detest reading because we're usually forced to analyze every single paragraph in a novel with annotations. I don't believe the author wrote his or her novel with that in mind, because I really thought reading was about opening your mind, not containing it to "OH, THIS SENTENCE HAS A COMMA SO IT'S A COMPOUND SENTENCE." In AP Lang I really feel like we are studying the essence of English in all of it's (usually masked) beauty. I hope the rigorous coursework doesn't turn me off from what seems to be my most favorite class I've ever taken. Ever.

In Understanding Children 1 & 2, an assignment was to make a poster defining us. Not so much of the usual favorites such as music, activities, etc, but focusing more on values, morals, and who WE are. Not what defines us. Of course the majority of the class did exactly what NOT to do because they are a bunch of shallow unintelligent monkeys that lack intellectuality. The recurring theme seemed to be, "There is the word family because I love my family." That really shattered me. Honestly, I hardly know my parents and they are never around. Unless I go upstairs to their office at like 1 AM, I probably won't see them all day for multiple days at a time. When I do see them, they don't ask about my life or anything. Basically, I only speak to my parents when I need money for something. And they give it. And they're trying to make me happy. And I'm trying to be happy. Don't get me wrong, I know how incredibly lucky I am, and incredibly spoiled. Some of my friends have told me that they wished they had my parents, because then they would get the materialistic things they want without actually having to work for it. I just wish I had some sort of a relationship with my parents. It's almost embarrassing how distant we all are.  Money does not buy happiness, it only suppresses it.