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| Saturday. 9.8.07 5:54 pm Okay, so I'm thinking that we had "College Day" at our school on Thursday. I am pretty sure that it was Thursday... I was so tired the past few evenings after school that I didn't even attempt to post anything on here, and now I can't remember when everything happened. But, I'll try to be as accurate as I can.
Anyway, I am fairly sure that this College Day thing happened on Thursday. The senior class all loaded up on the five buses that the school board let us have for this little excursion . We needed six buses, really. One bus had to make two trips to get the rest of the students that there wasn't enough room for the first time around. After everyone finally got to the center where this event was being held, we got the usual lectures and then we were told that we were to look at these college and universities, but we were only given five sessions. How were we supposed to get to really look at all those papers and talk and find out everything that we wanted to know about these places when we were being told how long we could be at one place and that we were only getting to look at five of them?
I saw nothing [or didn't get to see anything] that changed my mind. I still think that WVU is the place where I want to go. As I talked with a few of my friends, they seemed to all have the same opinion. After that waste of time, they herded us back onto the buses [haha, Cody had to wait for the second bus! =P] and we got back in time to have maybe a half hour of our second period class.
I have come to the conclusion that being a student aide/office assistant really is a great thing. I mean, I do have to answer phones and take messages and run errands and all that, but it is definitely a lot better than sitting in some class I don't care about or need and having that extra work to do. First period, when I am an office assistant, I get to go off and do my own thing a lot of the time. I usually end up in the band room, talking with the teacher who is like my third or fourth mother. I love her to death, and I get to be her student aide next semester. haha. Fourth period, I have to run some more errands and file papers and write things on the board, but my favorite part is watching the ninth graders. I had the same teacher for CATS 9, and I do actually remember a lot of it. I remember thinking that there was no way I would pass that class, or that it was too hard or that the teacher didn't need to be that strict, but now I realize that it wasn't that bad. The ninth graders will see it too, but for now I am amused by the looks I see on their faces everyday. Is that mean?
Last night was our high school football team's first home game. I went with a bunch of my friend like the loyal fan than I am and sat through that whole freaking game to see our team lose. I don't remember the other team's score, but we had 6. The students up in the student section always manage to have fun, though. Whether we're burning popcorn or laughing at people because they've tripped or trying to persuade the cheerleaders to through one of those little mini footballs our way. The sad part about last night was that the band got more cheering and attention at half time than the football team did the entire night. There are home games for the next two weeks, so we'll see if our team does any better. Some how, I doubt that they will, but one never knows.
WVU played Marshall earlier today...and won. 48 - 23, Mountaineers! Heck yes.
Watching that game took up most of my afternoon. Now, I am stuck watching cartoons like Jimmy Neutron and Danny Phantom because I can't find anything else to watch. Not that I mind, because I do sometimes enjoy those cartoons, but still, why is it that there can't be anything else on? And now I see why I rarely watch TV. Unless it's Supernatural. hehe.
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