Hey, I just found out about this tag, so here it goes, guys. A Tag about my high school experiences.
9th Grade:
This was my first time ever trying homeschool. I was really shy previously, and I lived in Georgia. I didn't fit in with my southern peers, since I didn't act all typically southern - as I wasn't...
I liked 9th grade fine enough, ran into a few technical bugs, but that's to be expected when you have a somewhat nomadic family and you move mid-semester...I spent a lot of time at the library, and the librarians were really nice. They gave me tickets to the Sneak Peek of Ella Enchanted - a book I liked in 4th grade, I'm old...
10th grade: we really didn't move that far (a few blocks, but still outside our old neighborhood). And the u-turn I moved in to (our street was shaped like a giant downhill u-turn.), I made some alternative friends (it gets thrown around a lot, but I'll explain later, if I need to), and we all hung out together. I also went to school with my uncle (who is only half a year older than me, nevermind how it happened, 'cuz Idk.), who just for ease, we called my brother, since we have the same last name (duh), and were so close in age. This is also where i got my first stalker. He was really tall, so he could see me through the massive crowd of people (this was the largest school I'd ever gone to). I thought nothing of it the first time he walked me to my homeroom, but I told him I wasn't interested in future escorts, when he offered. I ended up needing a school restraining order from this individual. I was safe until I headed to the busses, but he got the message, somewhat, and started after another girl who happened to take my bus.
11th grade: I went to a business school back in my home state for the first half of the semester (remember, nomadic family. My stepdad got a job up here) in the old science museum. I went one day to check it out, liked it, and started the next day. I made friends almost instantly, and had some nice experiences. I joined the Drama Club headed by our English Teacher, albeit by peer pressure: and got my first lead role in a play, and got to perform with them a few more times before I ended up at a "leadership academy" (read: military school). I wasn't remotely a bad student, I just got a couple less than stellar grades (literally just a couple), and my parents pulled me from the school. So there I was, suddenly in uniform, doing exercises after school, months were all a blur, I got chased with a clip board, and I think the girl wanted to try beating me to death, but I'm still not sure why, and after a bad blizzard: I switched schools.
I had the choice of going back to the business school, or going to the Performing Arts school. YOu can guess which one I chose. I wasn't an outcast at this school, but during my first week, some kid comes up to me, says he has to talk to me, and drags me out of the computer lab (I'm not sure I even finished what I was doing, but it was probably just updating my livejournal or someshizz.), then he drags me down six flights of stairs (he had a really good grip, ok?) and tried to kiss me by the vending machines. a of all) I didn't even know dude's name, b of all), it was very awkward, so I left, he tried to make me stay again, and upon returning to my friends, I learned that he was basically the school tramp. He was after any she-thing with legs.
12th grade: still at the performing arts school, and enjoying it, hanging with the same friends, my parents were mad when we didn't have a "senior skip day", aparently that's a big deal. My step dad gave me permission to skip, so a friend and I set a day to go watch the new Pirates of the Carribean movie that came out that year (yes, we even dressed up. We went to a performing arts school, what do you expect?), our other friends didn't join, but they had their own skip day later. We ate like Kings that day, 'cuz she got too happy in the kitchen.
Then, I got a stalker. Somehwere during the semester, I was having self-study to practice guitar. I always hid in a corner room, and never really told anyone, so my surprise when, for lack of another word, the school tramp shows up (repeatedly), to try putting moves on me. I wasn't going for it. After having enough, I told my teacher about it, hid in another room where one of my friends was playing piano pretty loudly, and didn't have too much more stalker-boy trouble. Except that he showed up at my senior party uninvited.
Aside from dumb chizz like stalkers and arguments with friends, high school was pretty fun.
Since it's a tag if you read it you should do it. Any comments welcome. ^_^
9th Grade:
This was my first time ever trying homeschool. I was really shy previously, and I lived in Georgia. I didn't fit in with my southern peers, since I didn't act all typically southern - as I wasn't...
I liked 9th grade fine enough, ran into a few technical bugs, but that's to be expected when you have a somewhat nomadic family and you move mid-semester...I spent a lot of time at the library, and the librarians were really nice. They gave me tickets to the Sneak Peek of Ella Enchanted - a book I liked in 4th grade, I'm old...
10th grade: we really didn't move that far (a few blocks, but still outside our old neighborhood). And the u-turn I moved in to (our street was shaped like a giant downhill u-turn.), I made some alternative friends (it gets thrown around a lot, but I'll explain later, if I need to), and we all hung out together. I also went to school with my uncle (who is only half a year older than me, nevermind how it happened, 'cuz Idk.), who just for ease, we called my brother, since we have the same last name (duh), and were so close in age. This is also where i got my first stalker. He was really tall, so he could see me through the massive crowd of people (this was the largest school I'd ever gone to). I thought nothing of it the first time he walked me to my homeroom, but I told him I wasn't interested in future escorts, when he offered. I ended up needing a school restraining order from this individual. I was safe until I headed to the busses, but he got the message, somewhat, and started after another girl who happened to take my bus.
11th grade: I went to a business school back in my home state for the first half of the semester (remember, nomadic family. My stepdad got a job up here) in the old science museum. I went one day to check it out, liked it, and started the next day. I made friends almost instantly, and had some nice experiences. I joined the Drama Club headed by our English Teacher, albeit by peer pressure: and got my first lead role in a play, and got to perform with them a few more times before I ended up at a "leadership academy" (read: military school). I wasn't remotely a bad student, I just got a couple less than stellar grades (literally just a couple), and my parents pulled me from the school. So there I was, suddenly in uniform, doing exercises after school, months were all a blur, I got chased with a clip board, and I think the girl wanted to try beating me to death, but I'm still not sure why, and after a bad blizzard: I switched schools.
I had the choice of going back to the business school, or going to the Performing Arts school. YOu can guess which one I chose. I wasn't an outcast at this school, but during my first week, some kid comes up to me, says he has to talk to me, and drags me out of the computer lab (I'm not sure I even finished what I was doing, but it was probably just updating my livejournal or someshizz.), then he drags me down six flights of stairs (he had a really good grip, ok?) and tried to kiss me by the vending machines. a of all) I didn't even know dude's name, b of all), it was very awkward, so I left, he tried to make me stay again, and upon returning to my friends, I learned that he was basically the school tramp. He was after any she-thing with legs.
12th grade: still at the performing arts school, and enjoying it, hanging with the same friends, my parents were mad when we didn't have a "senior skip day", aparently that's a big deal. My step dad gave me permission to skip, so a friend and I set a day to go watch the new Pirates of the Carribean movie that came out that year (yes, we even dressed up. We went to a performing arts school, what do you expect?), our other friends didn't join, but they had their own skip day later. We ate like Kings that day, 'cuz she got too happy in the kitchen.
Then, I got a stalker. Somehwere during the semester, I was having self-study to practice guitar. I always hid in a corner room, and never really told anyone, so my surprise when, for lack of another word, the school tramp shows up (repeatedly), to try putting moves on me. I wasn't going for it. After having enough, I told my teacher about it, hid in another room where one of my friends was playing piano pretty loudly, and didn't have too much more stalker-boy trouble. Except that he showed up at my senior party uninvited.
Aside from dumb chizz like stalkers and arguments with friends, high school was pretty fun.
Since it's a tag if you read it you should do it. Any comments welcome. ^_^
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