I made another resolution this morning. Sort of a spur-of-the-moment thing, and one I know will make Ricky very happy. (Not that I'm really concerned with Ricky's opinion of my resolutions...) [Mykella, you can't
steal my resolutions, but you can borrow them if you like. I used Megan's as a springboard for mine. We're just one big happy resolution-sharing family. =)]
9.) I resolve to stop hitting, slapping, or otherwise attacking people. No matter how much they annoy me. It's terribly rude, and turning into a really bad habit. And I think some of them actually
enjoy it.
Right before I got in bed last night, after I finished praying (#2), I was thinking about my journal. Not this one (this is a
blog, i.e. public), but my personal journal that no one ever sees. I went back and read through some of it, looking at the things I wrote ages ago. I found out a lot about myself through my journal, and it was always there to listen when I needed to vent. I think
everyone should make a resolution to go on a... a self-discovery trip this year. Especially people like myself, who have come to realize that you have to know yourself before you can
really to know other people.
Today was not an exceptionally fun day. In third period, I was talking to Paul and Ricky (I know, I know -- that was just
asking for trouble) about my relationships... or lack thereof. Mark was laughing across the room, carefully staying away from the actual conversation. Then
someone (I will not say his name, hoping that I will forget it -- he doesn't deserve any space in my memory) jumps into the conversation right when it turns to Greg. He Who Must Not Be Named (no, not
that one) then proceeds to yell loudly enough for the whole class to hear "Lindsay loves Greg Crowe!" That was
so wrong. I
do not love Greg. Greg is my friend -- that's all. But did that stop him? Noooooooooooo. ::launches into tirade about the defecits of the male of the species::
::ends tirade::
Okay. I managed to get through that class, and get my motor graded. We were making electric motors -- from scratch. I even drilled the holes in the metal for the field frame. I got a 94, and it runs on 5 volts (which is pretty good). Yay me!!!
Then was fifth period, architectural graphics. Mr. Lifsey is such an incompetent teacher. Really. He doesn't even really know how to work the computer program we're using. Once he figures it out and shows me (or, more likely,
I figure it out and show
him), I show the rest of the class how to do it. It's like
I'm the teacher, only I don't get paid. I should be getting student aide credit for his class! I spend the entire time running around the classroom, giving people photocopies of the drawing, fixing their computers, answering a zillion questions, doing my own work, and yelling at people cause the whole process gets on my nerves. He Who Must Not Be Named (again, the one from school) is in that class, too, and he couldn't keep his mouth shut there, either. Why are people so impossible to deal with sometimes? Grr!
But it was generally an okay day. =)
