As it's National Pancake Day, I went to IHOP [and after this whole iGeneration deal, I really wanted to spell that iHop] with my mom, my sisters, and Angelina's friend, Alex. We all got free pancakes, and some side orders, drinks, etc. It was delicious.
I was supposed to have a dentist appointment today but it got canceled. I was sort of mad, because I had a pass to leave at 1:15 and my mom called and told them that I didn't need it anymore. I wanted to get out of Spanish. Oh, and it's become ridiculously hot again - it's supposed to be 85 tomorrow. Bleeeh. This means I have to start shaving again, XD.
School was alright. We all got lectured in guard because of people not really caring. And in English, we're spending a unit looking at ads and how the public is manipulated. I was excited because I thought we'd be examining symbols and stuff [we did this a lot with ads at Scripps], but it's mostly the same symbols and the same things are presented in most of then [women are stereotyped or objectified, sex is used to sell products, and occasionally there will be racism]. I'm also not too happy because we're going to be writing argumentative essays ["I" essays], which I don't prefer.
Callie and I are going to attempt to read/study
The Sound and the Fury. Oh, William Faulkner, how you love to confuse your readers.
I was sort of sad a few minutes ago because I realized I don't remember much from 1st grade. I was home schooled, then I went to public school for a month because my mom had to work. I was friends with these twins, and I remember lying once to a teacher. I also got in a fight with some blonde chick named Stacey. Then I went to First Baptist because the public school was lame, and I don't remember the name of my best friend... I just remember she wore vampire teeth when I met her. And I remember that the gym was really big, and these two kids, Kian and Ryan, who were always together and who were very good friends of mine, and one of them had a sensitive nose and if you so much as tapped his nose, it would start bleeding like mad. And I remember being a penguin in a play.
It's odd, I barely remember my teacher. I think her name was... Mrs. Bashem. She scared me, and said my handwriting was lazy and I think it rained a lot that year. After that, the school closed down and I went to Echos until high school. How strange. I barely remember that grade, but today I got a strange longing to hang out with the girl whose name I don't remember, and with Ryan and Kian, and then I wondered what high schools they go to now and what type of person they are and if I'd be friends with them now. Weird.
I get this thing where I remember random people from the past, like the blonde boy who kissed me at Knott's Berry Farm when I was six, or these people I knew for only a short time in 1st grade. And I think about my past best friends and wonder if they still think of me and wonder what I'm doing, and if I'll ever see them again and what sort of person they are now, and if I'd recognize them on the street.
**EDIT** Does anyone have any suggestions for some good monologues for theatre? I need two contrasting monologues, 3-5 minutes, one has to be classical [before 1920]. I was thinking of maybe an Oscar Wilde one for my classical, but he has both comedic and dramatic. Oh, the possibilities. So, yes,
suggestions?