Thursday, March 12, 2009
8:10 AM

10:00 AM
The eighth graders just got out of Math and Spanish. Math was unusually quiet today. We learned about trig functions (tangent, sine and cosine). In Spanish we learned the Spanish words for different body parts. We also watched a very humorous film in which a man walks around a mall and asks various shoppers if he can examine body parts such as the shoulder and the elbow. After he was done with that, he and his friend went to a taco bar and ordered tacos made of brains and tongues. Isn't that just lovely?
11:25 AM
I am now in the locker room after gym class, which is by far my least favorite class due to the fact that I am extremely uncoordinated. Our gym teacher had us do the dreaded "three-minute scores." Three-minute scores are a torture method designed by our gym teacher. Each quarter, he had everyone jump rope and run for three minutes straight while counting how many jump ropes we jump and how many cones we run around. This sounds fairly easy, but it is actually very frustrating. By the end of it, many of us can barely breath and the others gloat about how awesome they are. Then we have to shout out our scores in front of everyone, which is quite embarrassing. It is especially embarrassing for me because, as I mentioned before, I am extremely uncoordinated and my scores are always the lowest. Anyway, after the three-minute scores, I played beachball with two friends of mine. I was on a team by myself against two very skilled beachball players. This was an epic failure, because I am terrible at every sport in existence. The teams were made mainly for comedic purposes. We all wanted to see how terribly I would do. Well, now we're going to go to English class. Yay, Shakespeare.
12:40 PM

2:10 PM
Now I'm in Science. I normally would not be able to write during this period, since we are always occupied with things of a scientific nature, but I have a few spare seconds because I finished copying my chart early. In Science, we are learning abouty acids, bases, neutral substances and which household solutions contain them. In Social Studies we watched a movie and read about World War I. I have come to the conclusion that World War I is the most pointless war in the history of the world, though it is very interesting to learn about. I'm leaving at the beginning of next period, but if I wasn't, I would be going to study hall.
3:10 PM
I am now on the train going to New York City. My mom and I are celebrating my grandmother's 85th birthday with her and my grandfather. We're all going to eat dinner at Olive Garden (I hate it there, but my grandfather wanted to go there for reasons unknown). Then, we're leaving el viejo behind. My mom, my grandma and I are going to see the Broadway play In the Heights. Normally I would be at ballet class in Beacon from 4:30 to 6:00, but today is an exception.
8:00 PM

11:15 PM
I just got on the train going back home. The play was very good, which means something coming from me because I tend to despise all musicals. The only ones I like are West Side Story, the Wizard of Oz, and the Lion King. My mom and my grandma enjoyed it a ton, since it reminded them of how life was back in the day for them. They made many personal connections with it. Now I'm doing the dreaded homework.
1:30 AM

2:00 AM
Now I am officially tired. Tomorrow won't be fun. Going to school with little sleep is not very fun. Now I'm going to sleep. Adios.
Dear Liana, Thanks for sharing your day. You did an incredible amount - I appreciated hearing about how you participated in activities even if you didn't like them - you have a strong character! And, you write very well.
ReplyDeleteAll the best, Mrs. Prentice
Cool. I like how it was wry and serious at the same time. Is eith grade really that hard?
ReplyDeleteLe Noah