My second semester is so fucking gr9.
I cannot even.
First I have art. My teacher is suuuper nice, and though I don't know anyone, I'm more than okay with this. I don't want to know anyone, I just want to listen to music and do some art. (:
Next I have english, which actually, I'm not sure if I'll like it too much. I have one friend in the class, and the kid I sit beside is alright. But my teacher seems kind of... over enthusiastic. She used to teach public school, maybe she should've stayed there. She's really nice though, it's not like I don't like her. I just wish I had my grade 9 teacher, or one of the more eccentric english teachers. On top of this, she's also the public speaking teacher, which means we have a ridiculous number of presentations to do. And I hate everyone in my class.
Ugggh, when I walked into that class, I took a seat on the other side of the classroom, kind of distanced. Then the bell rings and the fucking stoner fadicks that I had in my math class all walk in and they're looking for seats for their stupid group to sit close to one another, but there's no space except for the desks around me, and an empty one beside me. One of the stupid gross idiots whom I despise pulls the desk away that's beside me and moves it someplace else. FUCKING THANKS. YOU COULDN'T JUST SIT THERE? I DON'T SMELL BAD LIKE YOU IDIOTS, AND I DON'T BITE... THOUGH NOW I DO OFFICIALLY STAB. YOU FUCKING CUNT, GO OD ON METH, PLEASE. I DON'T WANT YOU TO BE ALIVE. YOU'RE DISGUSTING AND I JUST TRULY DESPISE EVERY BIT OF YOUR EXISTENCE. ALSO, WHY ARE YOU SUCH A DUMB SLUT? KILL YAHSELF, CUNTY KIFERS.
That'll do. I just really do not like them. Why are they even in Academic? They're not bright and perceptive. They're not going to get into university. GET THE FUCK OUT, PLEASE. I WANT TO ENJOY MY FAVOURITE SUBJECT, BUT YOU IDIOTS MAKE THAT SO DIFFICULT. Ugh. I could rant on for hours, I swear.
But eventually, she gave us a seating plan, and I was moved to the front beside a kid who I don't mind and in front of my new friend, Matt. The room is also where I had religion last semester, and I'm sitting beside the desk I used to sit in. It's weird, and I miss religion and actually being able to appreciate things. Hopefully it'll get better. Ugh, seriously though, when he pulled that desk away and I was just sitting there like a loner... I know this is stupid, but I could've cried I was so embarassed of being myself. See, if I had my old religion teacher in there, she would've notice and things would've been different or something, I don'tevenknow, but no, my English teacher is just blah. Also, we had to fill out a sheet that included favourite passtimes and like three of the kajillion fadicks were like "SMOKING WEEEED". I almost wrote down "cutting bitches" on mine. Fuck them. Maybe I'll change my mind about this class and my teacher eventually.
Enough about english

NEXT, I HAD FUCKING HISTORY. Emily's in the same portapack as me, so I see her a ton before and after English, then we walk to History LIKE FUCK YEAH. We walked in and there were three desks in the back corner pushed together, when all the other ones were separated. PERFECT. We sat down with Korrin in the middle, then our friend Matt (also from English) came in, so he shoved a 4th desk over and sits beside me. The entire time we were just laughing, acting like idiots, and not a single fuck was given. And Korrin announced to half, if not all, of the class that I like pussy. We talked about pussy a lot. One of the fadicks from my english sits in front and he was like "what the..." and hates us. GOOD. I FUCKING HATE YOU TOO, CUNT. He asked me for chew once, and I told Emily and Korrin that, so they joked around asking me for some loud enough for him to here. We joke around about a lot of stuff. It's safe to say everyone in the class thinks we're stoned lesbians. Idgaf. It's so much fun. I also had lunch with them. njdkngdkgm, so much fun. :')

Next was science, applied. Guess who's in my class? Matt! Three classes, wew. And Kiera. So I sit between them, and Kiera's my lab partner and we're also in for some fun times. My teacher's a bit... meh. But whatever. I think it'll be easy enough, because if I managed a 62 in academic last year, applied should be about a 70. Weeeeeeeewnekjnfdjks.

I love this semester so much. Other than English. English can go take a dick up it's ass, I do not enjoy it.

Oh wellll. Ugh, my life right now. Especially once March rolls around, my oh my, I'll be livin'. The end.