Julia Vanhorn
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I just thought I would post a thread reminiscing my high school days.
I was a goody two-shoe all the way up to my senior year. Always stayed after school and participated in extracuricular activites. I was in the marching band, concert band, National French Honor Society, French Club, VICA, Student Council, Mock Trial, academic bowl team, Y-club. I also had several awards: National Award Winner in English and French. Who's Who Among American High School, National Honor Roll, several grand champions winnings in marching band, superior ratings in concert band. Those are just a few that I can think of at the top of my head. I only had one detention the entire time that I was in school, and that was for dress code violation (I wore a plain blue t-shirt -- btw, is the school color -- we had an all-collared shirt dress code). Tell me if that is not just plain stupid.
Then my senior year came along... I would start running away if I were you. It was a miserable year for me. I would cut the first two classes and mysteriously show up for the last two classes (we were on what they called block schedules). I had in the order as written: math, World History, Senior English/World Literature, and marching band. I hated the first two classes and I hated the teachers that taught them. Or I would miss the whole day on friday and show up for friday night marching band. As odd as this may sound, they never really got onto me for skipping classes like that, or at least not until the end of the semester. The second semester was the same way. I had Commercial Arts, I cannot remember of this one, Entrepreneurship, and Health Occupations. The middle two were with the same teacher, he was alright but I did not want to be in that class to begin with. I barely managed to actually graduate but I did... somehow... I think...
Anyways, I just thought I would post my high school experiences and see if I was alone in the same ordeal that I did. I know you may be looking at me and thinking that I am just plain stupid and you may be right. Look at it this way, they did not teach MAKE-UP. If only if they had that, I would have been there and ready to go.
Oh and by the way... I was not a druggie in high school, I just wanted to sleep and be comfortable in my warm bed.
I was a goody two-shoe all the way up to my senior year. Always stayed after school and participated in extracuricular activites. I was in the marching band, concert band, National French Honor Society, French Club, VICA, Student Council, Mock Trial, academic bowl team, Y-club. I also had several awards: National Award Winner in English and French. Who's Who Among American High School, National Honor Roll, several grand champions winnings in marching band, superior ratings in concert band. Those are just a few that I can think of at the top of my head. I only had one detention the entire time that I was in school, and that was for dress code violation (I wore a plain blue t-shirt -- btw, is the school color -- we had an all-collared shirt dress code). Tell me if that is not just plain stupid.
Then my senior year came along... I would start running away if I were you. It was a miserable year for me. I would cut the first two classes and mysteriously show up for the last two classes (we were on what they called block schedules). I had in the order as written: math, World History, Senior English/World Literature, and marching band. I hated the first two classes and I hated the teachers that taught them. Or I would miss the whole day on friday and show up for friday night marching band. As odd as this may sound, they never really got onto me for skipping classes like that, or at least not until the end of the semester. The second semester was the same way. I had Commercial Arts, I cannot remember of this one, Entrepreneurship, and Health Occupations. The middle two were with the same teacher, he was alright but I did not want to be in that class to begin with. I barely managed to actually graduate but I did... somehow... I think...
Anyways, I just thought I would post my high school experiences and see if I was alone in the same ordeal that I did. I know you may be looking at me and thinking that I am just plain stupid and you may be right. Look at it this way, they did not teach MAKE-UP. If only if they had that, I would have been there and ready to go.
Oh and by the way... I was not a druggie in high school, I just wanted to sleep and be comfortable in my warm bed.