I'm sure a lot of people will tell you senior year is awesome, and in some ways I guess it should really be. You got the basics out of the way and are free to take a lot of classes you just want to. I thought it would be all sunshine and rainbows to, but now I have a religious nut and an annoying hardass that's going to ruin it.

Enter teacher 1, the psych teacher. She discusses more politics than she ever does psych, which actually had me checking the door day 1 to make sure I was in the right class room. I'm assuming she's also fairly religious with how this discussion went. I'm not a religious person, I thought we seperated church and state years ago, but apparently saying "Jesus Christ" got me into listening to a speach about the commandments and how offensive that is and blah blah blah. That's not enough to bug me though, what bugged me was when she brought up the abortion issue. She said there's probably not a single person who supports abortion obvious, and I am actually a strong supporter of it. It's a touchy subject, but when I brought this up, she made me out as something of an evil person. She argued the topic to the point that I didn't even get to say a word and that the class just glared at me. It was uncomfterble, but the annoying part about it is that I couldn't even say 2 words on my views.

But she's nothing compared to teacher 2. My old math teacher, he's tough on people and in his hard approach to things, gets fairly high test scores around the class and a very obidiant class. The dark side of him though is one I've just been slaughtered by. He makes examples of kids and picks on people (even though he will constantly try to assure you he's not picking on anyone) to get his points across. His point to make today, that our note taking needed to be perfect. He notices me not doing anything one day as he told us to finish this chart as fast as we could, I finished it in less than 10 seconds. He refuses to believe it though and yells at me for it. Stike one I guess, I should pretend I'm writting something so I look slower than I actually am, something odd seeming when he seems so persistant on telling us to speed up. Strike 2 came at today, as I let go of my pencil and looked up at the overhead to see there's a few more sentences that need writting, he sees me without the pencil in my hand and yells at me. Strike 2, never let go of my pencil and never let the pencil leave the paper.

Strike 3 was unavoidable though, I dunno what I was supposed to do and still don't. I was told to finish this problem and I'm sitting there for 3 seconds trying to figure out the answer, all of a sudden he yells at me and comes marching over. What? I didn't stop working on the problem, I dunno when my pencil left the paper, all I did was look away for 3 seconds and he starts stomping over and snatches my notebook, he says I'm missing a load of stuff which in actually looking at it, I just left out a couple words and demands all my notes all year be fixed up to match his perfectly. This guy always talks about old students of his he calls idiots, and we laugh at his story, but now that I've become one of his stories, I have to wonder if they all got as unfair picked on of treatment as I did.

In other news, Magic the Gathering is a growing fad at sibley, the homecoming game is tomarrow, and I get to meet an old friend this weekend for this year's renfest!