jeremy.

i was late for my first class because my mom forgot to buy me tickets and i had to walk.

walked in 20 minutes late to english (god damn i love english being first period) but i didn't get in trouble, because i was easily able to say oh i was at guidance. with all the confusion, it was understandable!
the teacher is a youngish guy. he was wearing a suit, ffs. he did the typical meaningless VIRTUES and RESPECT rant that lasted for like 30 minutes. i honestly do not know why english teachers feel it necessary to go on about such things. they're supposed to be teaching you about fucking reading books.

none of my english teachers at MIND did that.

the class was pretty boring/unimpressive overall. i was mistaken in saying that it's university level english; it's just university-prep english. like, advanced. there's college and there's university, i think.
he said he'd be lecturing a lot. he said that he was writing a novel currently, and has already published two essays.

i remember my first impression of the class was, wow, they look old; then i thought, man, what a bunch of fags. then: how the fuck did half of these people get into this class.

i think you can just basically request to be put in advanced classes.

second period was physics. i thought that physics was something i'd be interested in, but i'm not sure if it is! it's all vectors and direction and energy and shit. booooring! i want to learn about the atom!

the teacher is a fucking NUT. he's been teaching for like 5719074 years or something, and he's totally burnt out. he just goes off on tangents while no one listens and i feel so bad for him. :(

but he also stressed that if you aren't good at math and if you don't know your shit then the class is going to be difficult.

physics is uprep too.

lunch, where i caught up with pals and smoked a 'doob'. half of the group i was hanging out with last year is gone.
renee was there. i believe i mentioned her last year! i hope we hang out more, cuz she's gotten smokin' hot and a lot cooler over the summer.

third is careers. it's a grade 9 class but you NEED a credit for it, and because i was in montreal for grade 9, i don't have one. it's probably the gayest fucking class i have ever experienced in my life. i was the first one there, and then like two other people showed up. it took like thirty minutes for the retarded teacher to figure out that the bulk of the class had the wrong room number on their schedules or something, and they were all in the next room.

he handed us this sheet to fill out with the most ridiculous questions on it i have ever heard. like, your address, your phone number, your parents' phone numbers; their hours. your zip code. who you live with, and their names.

stoned as i was, i had a good time filling it up with bullshit. the name xavier was in my head, so i used it as my brother's name, as well as several other silly names. and sisters like cellephagus and yggdrassil and ceres.

fourth period, oh jesus. chemistry, advanced, university prep fucking chemistry. the teacher went off on a 20 minute long tangent (this is not an exaggeration: the class is like 65 minutes long and she had a lot of time to kill) about how if you weren't getting 70%+ in maths and sciences in grade 10, then you are basically going to fail 100%.

it passed through my mind that this was about as scary as that 15 page description of hell in portrait of an artist. it was actually probably one of the most worrying and terrifying and humiliating experiences i have yet had in school.

fuck, i am in a turmoil. i actually really want to take it because chemistry seems to be what i'm looking for, but apparently i'm too retarded for it. jesus fucking christ. i have three fucking ridiculous classes this semester.

i'm going to meet with teh guidance counsellor to try and negotiate myself up to a higher level math class next sem., and to see if i can't drop out of careers. jesus what a stupid class. the plan is to go to montreal and do cegep at the end of grade 11, anyways, and CIVICS and CAREERS are too stupid for quebec.

dumbest classes i have ever heard of. goddamn. and the entire class is grade nines--i.e. annoying dumb ass little kids. i don't think i was that much of a fag when i was in grade nine.

i'm going to start a tradition with my buddy who lives nearby; tuesday, which is a late start, is now WAKE 'N BAKE TUESDAYS.