My Purpose

My new purpose in life is, along with just getting out there and having a good time, is to give YOU, the reader, a sense of what life at Washtenaw Technical Middle College is really like.

Ever made a big change in life and had no clue in the world what you're in for? Potential students and parents: I'm here to give you the honest to goodness, uncut and uncensored truth. No sugar-coating here. I'll give compliments only when they're true, and I'll be blunt about the downsides of this... unique school.

To any teachers out there who want to know what dirt is floating around? Look here. Any gossip I'll spill into this blog. But here's the catch: me and other students will remain completely anonymous. This is a blog, not a source of evidence to pin down a guilty student. ;)

To current students and alumni: you can just read this for kicks, whether it's to relive the glory days or check out what us first years are doing. It'll be good fun. :)

To anyone else, you have no real reason to be here, but keep coming anyways. Although I'm making this out to be an "informational narrative" type blog, go ahead and read it just for fun. It's really just the story of my life.

That's all I have to say, so enjoy the blog, and tell your friends! Comments are appreciated. ;)

Wednesday, March 23, 2011

And Believe Me I Am Still Alive...

Anybody who gets the reference gets a cookie.

Needless to say, I've forgotten about this blog for a solid however many months it's been since an update.  You go count 'em, I've got a post to write.

Since last post, a crapton of stuff has happened.  One, I'm now in an established friendship with Clare, Paula, and a few other girls such as Marianne, Maryam (lol, it sounds the same :3), and Khadija.  Two, I'm now in all college classes.  Translation: I had to get green and red cards signed for four different classes.  It sucked.  By the way, green card= I'm attending the class, red card= WTMC gets money for my class.  Get 'em in, smiles all around.

I don't create smiles all around, if you catch my drift.

Third, you remember what Mark said about having fewer books in college classes?  He lied.  That sick bastard.

Anywho, I've learned an important lesson this semester: having regular homework assignments makes life easier and happier for everyone except the poor sap who has to grade them.  Especially if you're like me and you won't do jack shit unless it needs to be done within the next three days.  Unlike the rest of my life, I'm having to actually study for tests.  Well, in history anyway.  ENG 111, aka Composition I, is entirely paper-based, my Photoshop class is a cakewalk, and even Pre-Calculus is a cakewalk.  Seriously, I had perfect attendence in the block of time before our first test and had a perfect score, and between that and test 2 I played hooky about three times and still managed a high A.  I believe this means I'm awesome.

As for my social life, it's still slow.  On the bright side, it's moving, as compared to my completely stagnant social life from the past.  I've got a steady group of friends I hang around with and I go out fairly often (even though it's just wandering around Ann Arbor by myself after school), but my group and I have only been "out" one time this whole school year.  Maybe I should take up the reins instead and get us out into the outside world... *evil laugh*

So, potential students?  If you value your current social life or are coming here in search of one, you're out of luck.  A pair of friends I know who are really close have only been to each other's houses once or twice during the fall semester.

Another note to potential students: people here are "good."  To show you how "good" it is here, I'm the most badass and rebellious person out of my circle of friends, yet I was also one of the last ones in my K-8 class to lose their "innocence."  Of course, any shred of innocence I had left was burned to a crisp and fed to the narwhals this past summer...

One last warning to potential students: try with all your power to not end up in Ms. Broderick's winter semester science class your first year.  I've heard rumors that she takes the class on a field trip to the sewage treatment plant that stinks up both the campus and everything else within a five-mile radius at approximately 8:00 in the morning.  I've also heard rumors that you can see used condoms in the water there, and that's not even the most disgusting thing in there.  So yeah, try to get out of 1st-Year science class early.

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