Oh dearest blog! How long it has been since I have seen the orange highlights and lit up "B" of your wonderful website. I know, it has been to long. AND HOW DISAPPOINTING,I still only have one comment! (And that was from a friend who I forced to comment.) How ultra-anti-climatic.. leaving the blog for weeks at a time, expecting that on my return a sudden boost of hits would arise, everyone loves my writing, I am famous, no more school, blogging all day, as I earn millions. What a pathetic dream. Whoever said aim high was.. I don't know where I was going with that though process. sigh. Oh fickle dreams of a vulnerable teenager ( that's me), oh dispirited spirit of a high school student, crushed by the load of her backpack. Oh woe. Seriously fellow bloggers, my life has changed since I started Grade 11. Homework, Projects, Student Council ( I am pretending to be ultra-organized when in reality I have no idea what I am doing.. not a good thing for the secretary) But I vowed that while juggling my job, homework, my slightly dramatic mind blowing life out or proportion, and trying to help out at home, I swore I would make time to blog. (Man, I sound like a freaking circus act!) But blogging seems important to me now. It relaxes me, releases the boundaries of any other kind of writing I do. Who cares if it is not read ( though it would be nice to have commenter's **wink wink, nudge,nudge** ) Its just nice. ( Sorry I lacked a better adjective, super tired)

NOW COMES THE GOOD PART!

I am going to dissect each teacher for you.. in great detail, but yes, No, maybe well I don't know who will read this, so I might not want to go into to great of detail.

Mrs. Math Teacher: Shes the same ultra violent (just kidding shes great) Math teacher that I have had since grade nine. You see I have never been very good at math, (Actually I stink at it.. that's what you get for being supremely right brained) and she has put it in my mind that instead of giving up (because I am not going to go into any kind of mathematical field after high school,) I should try. Believe it or not, I do try now. No longer am I a slacker in that field of school. Don't get me wrong, I still hate the very core of the thing, but I try. Builds character. FYI she's also our Bio teacher. ( I LOVE BIO) not really, I am just good at it for some reason..even though its science.. Mrs. Math Teacher is good, a real teacher to say the least. I bet some sort of sappy inspirational movie is going to be made about the math teacher that inspired the now famous actress ( ahem.. yours truly) to try try again. Just like Thomas the Tank Engine. Moving on.

Miss Religion Teacher: Shes cool, knows her stuff, gonna teach us a lot I bet. She seems sorta nervous, (stuttering and such), yet very knowledgeable. Who knows what my mind will attain from her knowledge! How exciting!

Mr. Cool Social Teacher: HA what a character. He's a pretty cool dude, yet I am still sleuthing his stance on the political spectrum. I am hoping for good Christian valued,non silly, straight forward, ultra conservative (weird, I have used the word "ultra" about three times during this blog..), level headed, dude. It will be easier to learn if I don't have to sift through information. Last year was absolute H.E. Double Hockey Sticks. I had to research topics for myself just to see if what I was being taught was the hard honest truth. Yet, he seems so alive and full of knowledge.. so, I don't know, he makes me want to know history from Adams first child, to the child born thirty seconds ago. I live from social class to social class.But, I CANNOT WAIT UNTIL NEXT TERM. We have ENGLISH!! (Party onwards I say!)

ahh yes: Mr. New Chem Teacher: Oh fudgeicals, I strongly dislike Chemistry. I am getting a tutor, (as well as a math tutor) That is all I have to say on the subject. ( Besides that Mr. Chem teacher is a cool guy with a love for strange gadgets, like tiny cameras that attach to projectors... yes, he put it in his mouth...seven fillings.

Ahhh yes, And Latin. My dads the teacher. Its cool.

Well fellow citizens of Earth, your friend Miss Hazel Eyes (or 4th as I like to call myself) is pooped like an untrained puppy. (That's a terrible metaphor, my apologizes)

Please disregard the lack of whatever in this blog. I must go do a Bio project... due tomorrow.. hehe..yea...

TATA!

love,

fourth

ps, I have been obsessed with this song for like.. a week. :http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XlBd6Cfy5Uw

I am going to learn it on the guitar and sing it with my sister. It'll be awesome!

tata!

fourth