It took me long enough, but I have finally, for real and for true this time, hit my groove at school.
I had several tests this past week, and aced every single one of them. I FINALLY made a 100 on an English vocabulary test (praise whatever deity/deities there may be), and I made a 92 on my history test yesterday. Coach Thompson told me that I'm doing way better and that he's proud of me. Hee! That makes me all happy-like. Yaysies! Clearly the after-school work is helping.
French has been, not bad at all, but a little less great than usual, because we've hit that really intense grammar stage. I'm not bad at it at all, but it's a little difficult. Also, we've got tons of new verb conjugations to memorize. But Madame Powell says I've still got one of the highest averages in the class and that my pronunciation is almost flawless. So go me.
Health class is a complete joke. All we've done is copy crap out of the book and take a test. Yes, A test. Not SOME tests, but A test. As in, one. Yeah. It's pathetic, and it's a joke. But it gives me more time to read and write and hang out and unwind after the crazy morning of AP classes and intense grammarness in French. So I guess it's okay.
Creative writing is going well. I mean, how can it not? It's writing. That's my thing. 'Nuff said.
I'm really proud of myself in math. It's algebra 2, which means it's hard, and I'm traditionally not the best in math. I'm not bad at math at all. In fact, I'm pretty good at it. But I'm not a fan of it, so I get really lazy sometimes and miss important things and get kind of bad at it. But this year, it's clicking amazingly fast and I don't have a chance to be lazy because before I know it I'm through the lesson, finished with the homework, and have a 100 on the tests. Go me!
Next semester, I have French 3/advanced French, and chemistry. Josh insists that I'll like chemistry, but I'm not sure. Although yesterday he told me they got to play with hydrogen, so maybe I'll get the chance to blow something up. Which, after all, is the entire reason I've always wanted to take chemistry. Heh.
Speaking of Josh and chemistry, he was talking yesterday about how they made silver in a lab one day. I asked if you get to keep it, and he said yeah, but it's not like it's worth anything. I said that I begged to differ, it would be worth a lot if I ever got into a fight with a werewolf.
This led us to conclude that the school is actually training us in supernatural combat. You make the silver in chemistry, the wooden stakes in shop, get the garlic in culinary, train for combat in PE, and learn how to recognize all the critters by reading things like Dracula, Frankenstein, Macbeth, etc, in English. Heh.
Yes, the school is indeed training us in supernatural combat. There's no other explanation. ;)
I think I've finally got a solid idea for a senior project. And get this--I have somebody who has agreed to mentor me if I choose this project.
What is it? A children's book. Written in FRENCH! Ha! Madame Powell has offered to mentor me if I want to go ahead and do it, and that way I get to work with French next year (because I won't have the class--it only goes up to French 3) and see Madame Powell, who is, like, the best teacher ever.
I was considering writing a novel in a genre that I haven't worked with before and having Mr. Kirby as my mentor, since I won't have him as a teacher next year, either, but I really love the idea of writing the kid's book in French, and maybe going over to the lower elementary school and teaching basic French.
Anyway, that's about all I have to report today. I hope the School of Supernatural Combat lets us try out our new skillz sometime soon. Maybe we'll even get to meet Sam and Dean. ;)
