9.3.2002 8:31 pm

Holy sweet goddamn! There's a gigantic thunderstorm! Well, not that big, but it was big. And now the power is out. I'm writing this by candlelight.

Welllll. As for HMS. And not the once a month kind. No, I spent 7 hours of my day at HOLLAND MIDDLE SCHOOL! Ack. It was really interesting...NOT. In homeroom there was this guy sitting next to me named Dominic, who was new. So, seeing as how he was new, I said, "Where are you from?"
"Holland."
"Where?"
And he tells me the street.
"No, I mean, where did you move from?"

Well, it turns out, he's lived in Holland his whole life! He's just been homeschooled. I felt bad for him. Today must've been rough on him.

Not much happened in art. So let's move on.

Second period is algebra with Mr. Nord, who shaves his arms. This is the only class I have with Grace. I don't even have LUNCH with her. So that sucks wicked bad. Mr. Nord talks really loud. Last year I had him for homeroom ad it was like "WAKE UP WITH NORD!"

The lights are flashing! Ack! They stopped. Poopy.

So Mr. Nord wanted us to fill out these cards and write the name we wanted to be called. I was tempted to write "Koleniqua" (later on, when I talked to Grace on the phone, she said she was thinking of writing "Gracequeda" and was wondering if I was thinking the same). Then Mr. Nord went on and on like one of those teachers in Charlie Brown.

Third I had choir. THAT was different. I get the feeling that some girls sign up for choir just to talk to their friends. Not me, though. I signed up to sing. So there are these goofballs in the back row singing like idiots, and loudly. I was put in the short people row, of course.

Then I had lunch. We were all situated around a big, round table when two girls got up to buy food. Then the lunch lady came and took their seats claiming we had too many at our table! So then they came back, with nowhere to sit. Being the horrible, bitter, cold bitch that I am, I volunteered to go over to Lucie's table and sit with them until we figured this out. Lauren came with me. It was kind of funny. Hopefully tomorrow I'll sit with other 8th graders.

At recess (for some reason I still call it this, mostly because of a lack of anything else to call it), Mr. Nord and Mr. Brungrad gave us the standard run-through of the rules, just like last year. Except this time I wasn't coughing up juice. I had already asked Lauren if Kevin was in our lunch period. She said she didn't think so. So here we are, bored in the bleachers, when Kevin comes waltzing in. So, of course, I was like, "Hey Kevin!" and he was like "Hey Colleen!" And then Jessie, the one who smells like tartar sauce, said, "I though I finally got rid of him!" She obviously did not support the whole Lauren/Kevin thing. I think Lauren was so surprised she almost peed her pants. So Kevin and I were talking and I told him how Grace told me that her friend Clinton (who has his own record label) would like to record us when we start practicing. Yippie!

Fifth was American history. Now, I loved world history. But American? I don't think so. It's just an in-depth look at the same 200 years over and over again. ACK.

Sixth was survey of global languages and cultures with Mrs. Price. But we learn a little Spanish, French, and Latin. Where's the German? The Portuguese? The Japanese? I have no idea.

Seventh was science with Mr. Kyle. Now, Mr. Kyle says he wants us to be honest. He wants us to tell the truth. So when he asked who doesn't like science, my hand shot up. Luckily, many others did also. Then he says he hopes that by the end of the year, he'll have changed our minds. Then he goes on to say there will be no dissection or biology, which were the only things the least bit interesting in science. So this year we'll just be learning about things like mass and energy. Somebody shoot me please.

Eighth is band. We got our audition music. Surprisingly, it doesn't look that rough. I can't wait to move away from Allyson. She's always freaking out and throwing tantrums. She needs to take a Ritalin.

Then I had English with Consiglio. She'll probably give the most homework. One of those teachers who wants you to be organized, you know how that is.

So when I got home I crashed on my mom's bed and watched the tape of ER she made for me, since I am so addicted I can't miss an episode. I had been watching two episodes every morning all summer, and I'm still not caught up. I have two years to go. But the one where Carter and Lucy get stabbed was on today. It was cool. I don't know what everyone's problem with Lucy was. I thought she was fine. What was the big deal?

Wish me luck tomorrow!