"Disclaimers" of the 8th month

Hey. Happy August. I'm sure yours will be a hell of a lot better than mine. And why you ask? Because of the many unfortunate things brought to me by the Secondary Easter Bunny (who comes around at this time). The Secondary Easter Bunny (who's brother, Gif-Bas-cket, got hit by a car again, though I believe he is doing alright. But I heard his insurance isn't the greatest) has brought terrible things. Things that would make a hater of Slauson into someone begging to go back to Slauson. Things that make a school week into a whole week of h-e-double toothpicks. I'll stop with the similes, or metaphors or whatever you call 'em.

See, starting August 29th, I have to go to a school that starts at 7:55am and gets out at 5:30pm. FIVE-THIRTY PEE- EMM. That is not a nice time to get out of school. Especially with about 2+ hours of homework every night, which will be mostly in a FOREIGN LANGUAGE. And then the very beginning isn't that welcoming, considering I take a frickin' TEST on August 29th, which is in English and in math. That test lets them see where I should be placed in the school. I have to write an essay and all that. UGGH. At least I get like a two-hour lunch, and I can go home for that. I also learned a few more things after our little "adventure" today. We got a car. A bright-green VW Golf. Pretty cool. So we were supposed to meet these Americans (they were from Dallas but didn't have an accent really) who would tell us about the school. We took about an hour getting there, because we were using a hiking map. Luckily I had a book with me, the first Maximum Ride. So I just read that and it was fine. So Zach and I asked the 15-year old son questions about the school and stoof. His name was like John. There was also their daughter, Jaqueline (I spelled that wrong) who had long blonde/brown hair with glasses and was like 11. She also told us some stuff. I asked John the first question, which was if it was "fun, uh, at all". He said sure, and the thing he liked better than the American schools was that they had lots of breaks and stuff. So that's cool. We asked him other questions, like about Fat Friday, which was this thing a lot like the Neutral Zone. It's a church, but isn't very religious. Kids aged 11-18 come every Friday during the school to just meet each other and hang out I guess. I'm thinking of doing that. He said it was really hard the first few weeks. His mom told us that he was really depressed and stuff starting out and then liked it after going to Fat Friday. He also plays trombone and likes band a lot. And likes writing/reading. It was also cool when I actually related to them, because his sister mentioned she wanted to do saxophone, and John said something about "ugh, woodwinds" and he explained about the "rivalry" between brass (woot!!) and woodwinds. I totally agreed. Him and his friends were having this sleepover I think or something, because at around lunch time two other teenage boys resurfaced. One of them was named Zach and reminded me of Batman, probably because he had short black hair, and his eyes were sort of in this almost-glaring position and was pretty quiet. The other one was named like, Pen? Ben? I dunno. He had that wacky hair that just sticks out everywhere.

So yeah. He said this one German teacher wasn't the nicest, but I'm going to be taking Spanish. And he said you share lockers. And the lockers are more square-ish. I'm going to be going to the College, which is the younger one. What else did he say...I'm definitely going to try out Fat Friday. Sounds pretty cool. And yeah. I'll try to keep studying French and trying not to worry about it. It's just school. I'm going to have to just put the grades aside and focus on the whole experience I guess. It's going to be really hard the first few weeks but, hey, I'm just human. My physical body will be occupying the space known as the school, but that doesn't mean I have to like, focus everything on school. I've got friends. I've got a mouth to smile. I've got ears to hear music. Who cares what grades I get this year? I don't even think the high schools will look at these grades. If I was back at Slauson, sure I'd care. I'm still going to try really hard over here, but I'm not going to kill myself. Easier said than done for me, because I have a habit of killing myself over school.

Eh. I can try.

I'll add the pics of the school later. It looks like a frickin' prison, man...