Tomorrow is the last Block A schedule of my freshman year. This sucks, because in journalism we are having a quiz, in English we are working on a project I finished last weekend, and in history we are studystudystudying. But I guess it is all right, we need to get a lot of studying done this week.
English is by far my favorite subject. Mrs. Dierker, my English teacher, makes the class a lot of fun. For our independent reading project she allowed me to create a book cover instead of writing and book report (which I actually kind of love) which is cool. I did mine on Anna and the French Kiss by Stephanie Perkins. It’s one of my all time favorite books even though it has a horrid name. It's one of the books that helped me understand that the future is going to be so great.
Why is the future going to be great? Because I am going to live in London, far away from everything familiar. Except for the language, I tried to keep that the same. I know there are still going to be jerks and horrible people in London, but the thing is that none of them will know me. I will be a completely new person, I will be "the American chick who likes to make lists and make people laugh", or even "the chick who stutters when too many p's are in a sentence" or my favorite "the American chick that makes everyone with a British accent say yogurt."
Once when I was at camp we had a counselor named Nottingham. He had the best accent ever, and was not that horrible looking. Of course all the girls (and possibly some guys, I don't judge) where in love with him. They would make excuses to sit next to him and have him talk and make him ask for the tomato sauce when it was obviously ketchup. The point of the story is that it is a personal goal of mine to make every person I meet with a British accent say yogurt, until the effect wears of I guess.
Speaking of British terms, did you know that Yorkshire pudding is in fact NOT pudding? I realize now that in Harry Potter, he probably grabed a Yorkshire pudding, not scooped out some Yorkshire pudding. But how was I supposed to know that? Well, if you are familiar with Yorkshire pudding then you probably think I am odd. But it is totally your fault for not naming it properly. False advertisement.
Now that I said that you are probably going to tell me it comes from the Latin root 'pudd' or something that means bready substance.
Back to high school. Today in P.E we had sprints, and I think I hurt my leg. The only thing that tipped me off was that my friend (who is coming over tomorrow to make cookies:)) said that I was cussing every time my right foot went down and I sounded like King George from "The Kings Speech". I don't blame my teacher though, probably because he says things like "Holy Toledo!"
And that is pretty much for today. I took the bus home and made dinner which is currently sitting in the oven keeping warm for when my family gets home from work and school. The only other person who is home is my great grandma, and she doesn’t really count because she eats like a spoonful of dinner.
Not saying that she doesn’t count, but I feel all old people should be put in old people homes. Maybe I am just not “family oriented” (HA, I really am not family oriented) but wouldn’t old people want to hang out with other old people and talk about how their back’s hurt before they die? I don’t know, that is why I am never going to get old. I am going to die when I am 64. And I am going to die either hugging a panda and then it kills me, or saving a little kid from being shot in the Congo. Or something else.
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