Well, things were a bit exciting today.
Nothing drastic like a explosion or murder (too bad).
But for being the first day back from winter break it wasn't as bad as I expected it to be.
Alarm went off, turned it off, turned over, and went back to bed because my room
resembled the same temperature as Antarctica, I wonder how those penguins survive sometimes.
Decided to move as quickly as possible for my ice cold sweatshirt and move just as quickly down the stairs,
Out the door, and into the second house where it stays warm all the time. Little brother was leaving for school, Mayu was complaining about her food, normal. Finished food, back to my room, and hid under the covers with the heater now blasting hot air. Note: the sweatshirt still on. Waited about 15 more minutes before I heard my phone ringing and my host mom was telling me to make sure to take out my garbage today. Five minutes after that I finally decided to actually get up and get moving, while taking my leisurely time to school.
Frozen when I got to school the heater then became my new best friend (sorry Shelb).
Heard everyone talking about anything and everything before we all headed up to our classes, mine's history first. To my delightful surprise we came to find Miss. Fukutomi had FINALLY gotten a legit History teacher! He's pretty funny, easy to distract it seems, and really laid back, probably in his....50's or so? This is going to be nice to enjoy for a while. Not to last unfortunately, as good things seem to go, he's only here for about....a week maybe two. He actually has a degree in what we're learning!! And seems interested in us as individuals, not completely as JUST his students to grade and whatnot. Ah well, I should enjoy it while it lasts. :)
Heard some good stories about how people's winter vacation went, nothing really hilarious. We introduced ourselves, he asked questions, and that was all the time we had for class so onto English.
I LOVE it when Mr. H has poems for us to "dissect". He just about always chooses some with depth and meaning behind the words. New Year, New Me. I decided over break I wasn't going to be a pansy and let everyone else do the talking simply because I was afraid of their judgement over me. Blech, boring life. I resolved to live like a daredevil and take the chances to make life worth it! So, screw what they think anymore. If I think something may be right, I'll say it. I'm still not sure why I even was bothered by it in the first place.
In Goldendale I never used to care whether someone said anything about me. Unless it was my close friends, then I knew I had some apologizing to do. Their opinions were just in the sea of people, coming and going, but never sticking to me. Here it almost feels like sap, it comes off eventually, but for some reason it likes to stick to you until you rub enough it either hurts and comes off, or you have to wait for it to wear off. Bizarre don't you think?
Anyway, attempting to stay focused here that's all English really consisted of, little vocabulary as well. Ligneous and Sylvan. Ligneous means to have the appearance or properties of wood. Sylvan means of or pertaining to the woods. Lol, new words! That I have no idea what I'm going to use for. Oh, and he's beginning to become a little irked at how people (including myself) have issues with citing papers correctly whenever we quote a text. I have a poem to write for homework. Ten lines about something we want to remember from the fall. This may take a LOT of thinking. Thus, class dismissed.
Math: ooooooh scary.
So our teacher came up with a brand new plan. Everyone meets and starts at the same time. 10:50.
Each different level has a chapter they're working through, with problem sets assigned. Our jobs are to read what were learning, and then finish the problems sets, asking him questions if we get stuck, don't understand a concept, or need to check the work. We're not allowed to leave, cept' for lunch, until he okay's our work. In theory: we potentially now have three hours of math every single day. Ain't that so nice? -_- evil i call it.
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