The Beginning

      So yesterday I started gr. 11. yaay. My classes are: English Media, -spare-, University English, University Math. My first class was ok, we got the usual welcome to this class, welcome back to school, no cellphones, blah blah blah. But the teacher is pretty cool. All we did was a small quiz to find out how much we knew about news and stuff.
      Second period I had a spare so I texted my friend Shelby who also had a spare then, and we met at the drama room. Then we met our other friend Jenette who also had a spare then. She needed to go to Valu-Mart (a grocery store in town) to get an application and apply for a job there. So Shelby drove all of us to Valu-Mart in her car and Jenette got the application. Then we decided to drive around our town since we had a bunch of free time left till lunch. Shelby then asked if we wanted to go hang out with Bri, who leaves for a bible college thingy soon (she graduated high school last year). We said yes, so we drove to her house and knocked on the door and rang the doorbell a few times. No answer. So we went to her bedroom window (it was on the ground floor) and knocked there. Still no answer. So we decided to walk around and see if anyone was downstairs and couldn't hear the doorbell or something. But what we found downstairs was an open door... So of course we decided to go in (We're really good friends with her and didn't think it would matter if we walked in unannounced). But she wasn't home. No one was. So we realized that we had basically just broken into her house... woops. So what did we do? Videotaped ourselves breaking in and creeping around. :P cuz we're dorks like that. Then we taped a sorry message in case she got freaked out that we'd been there. Then we left and went back to school for lunch.
      Third period I had English. It was ok, but all the English teachers at my school seem to love doing all that "get to know you" crap. So our teacher showed us a slide show for about half an hour about her life and hobbies and shit like that. Then she told us to write an essay that was less than two pages. And that's all she said. People started to freak out, because we're almost never allowed that much leg room with projects or anything in school. I mean, we're just stupid kids right? I was fine with it tho. As was my friend Haley (who posted her essay on her blog.  It's really good. You should go read it.). I wrote about the theatre and acting and all the shows I've done or seen done. It was ok. It turned out that all the teacher cared about was learning about what we're interested in, what kind of grammar/spelling things she needs to address in the class and how we write. Today's class was freaking boring so I won't describe it.
        Fourth period was Math. I have an ok teacher who pretty much just dived right into the unit (Trigonometry) and gave us homework half way through class. It's mostly just independent work in that class so far, just like last year's math class.
      And then I went home. and after that life was boring. so yeah.


P.S. my friend was not mad at all that we broke into her house. She found it hilarious and even edited the videos together to make a movie. :)