On Monday, I leave for Disney World. I actually don’t care much for Disney, but I’ll go along since my parents want me to. And m dad told me that if I stay here, he’s taking all of the food with him. So I’m going to Disney Monday through Friday.

    We had finals last week. I know my graders for three of the classes. The suspense is killing me. When I was homeschooled, the grades were calculated in less then a minute. There are a lot of things different at private school. For example, Mr. Hagans said that the teachers planned out the school year and all of the events that happen. An example being the 12 fire drills in the last week. Mr. Bingham denies this. I’m siding with him for two reasons. 1) he sometimes reads my blog and 2) I still haven’t gotten my grade back for church history.

    We had a Spanish club party yesterday. It was Spanish for only two reasons. They served tacos and the prayer was in Spanish. There was a game of dirty Santa, and I came away with a big bag of M&Ms. I’ve spent my time since then putting them in alphabetical order.

    My Bingham ended his class on a fun note. We had half an hour left after finishing exams, so he showed us some movies he found on the Internet. It was fun watching people’s reactions when he showed us a screamer. (for those who don’t know what a screamer is, the ideal example of one is here:  http://www.albinoblacksheep.com/flash/subliminal.php) He also showed us some other funny movies. I wonder where he gets all of that stuff.

    As a Christmas present, the guys in the class gave Mrs. Keel a present. We tried to pick something appropriate for the semester that we’ve had with her. She appreciated the bottle of Tylenol and said that she would put it to good use/

    Our music finals had a section about how aware we were about the world around us. Mrs. Keel stressed that this year. There were some questions about the color of the Outback sign or what class Mrs. Reyes taught. I missed only one of those. I put that Mrs. Schwartz didn’t wear glasses. It was marked wrong. I later went to the office for Coach Halvorson and she wasn’t wearing her glasses. I asked her about it, and she said she only wore them when she wanted to see. Since I typically didn’t see her with glasses, I didn’t feel very attractive for the rest of the evening. *Sigh*.

    Stephan is back. He came along on the Christmas caroling last night. He’ll be around for 6 weeks. Anyways, I’d write more but I really need to go.

Bradley

    Today (yesterday if I don’t hurry while writing this. It’s supposed to be Thursday, anyways.) was an interesting school day. This school is a lot different then I was led to believe. I was led to believe that it was a bunch of kids sitting quietly in straight, organized rows listening to every word of the highly attentive teacher. You see, some people didn’t want me to go to Covenant. But Stephan assured me otherwise. Today is a good example of why that’s not true. Only two classes had straight, organized rows.

    Today, it looked like we would have a little sermon in homeroom. That’s the way it’s supposed to be, so we have to fight that with all of out might. Seeing that Mrs. Melvin was on the verge of success, someone shouted “don’t turn your cell phone on!”  So we didn’t have any sermon that day due to the pandemonium that followed. They might as well have shouted “there’s a fire in the building.” So we won today. Now we don’t have to listen to an English teacher talk about Christ and show parallels in her granddaughter’s life.

    The only truly noteworthy thing that happened in Spanish was a fire drill. Or that might have been yesterday. All of the days flow together. Now that I think about it, I’m pretty sure it was some time last week. But all you need to know is that there was a fire drill. That is always fun.

    In Geometry, we had to use Mrs. Canfield’s room for class. Everyone loved that room. Things were great, it was a nice room, had a nice lay out, everything. We loved that room, and especially for Geometry. I talked to a few people, and we guess it was Mr. Kent who heard Mrs. Davis talking about the room and decided to make us load up everything and move next door.

    We got our quizzes back today. I missed two really easy one. I got them mixed up. On one I put “false” and on the other, I put “true.” I should have realized that there were no true or false questions. And I would have aced it, too, if I didn’t do that.

    Chapel was today. I think I like the prayer groups better. Today, we had a guest speak “You-all may think that I am from Neeew York” he said, “with this dang-gum accent o’ mine.” Anyways, he’s a missionary to Cuba and an art teacher. And he will apparently remain an art teacher to Fidel Castro has a change of heart and decides communism might not be a great idea after all.

    So chapel went over a little bit. About 25 minutes to be exact. But minute this guy went late was all right. We were in a blissful state. We were all thinking one thing. “If he keeps talking, Mrs. Melvin might worry about the time and not give us the homeroom lecture today in English. And we did.

    In science, every Thursday, three or four people go up in front of the class with an article they picked out at three or four in the morning the night before and they have to go up in front of the class, read a summery of the article they made at six in the morning the day of, and tell how the article relates to both science and Christianity. That was a good system, but Mrs. Canfield changed it up on us.

    She gave us the article and we had to spend extra time on the summery. I had something about a computer chip that makes a computer go faster. It will come out about the time I die of old age. It’s related to science, but I don’t see how it’s really related to Christianity that much. So I had to do like everyone who went before me. I had to randomly pick a verse and act like it relates in some way.

    The verse I randomly picked was “Jesus Wept.” I said that we were playing the role of God in this matter, and that God didn’t like that. I don’t see how we are playing the role of God here, but every time there is a science article about technological advancements, someone who is trying to improve their participation grade with invariably say that we are playing the role of God. And when I said it, no one disagreed with me.

    At lunch, I caught up to Mrs. Keel and suggested we change the name of our little group. For those who don’t know, the 9^th grade boys are forced into a group called the “guy’s corral.” I suggested we change our name to the “Prison ensemble.” We’re always behind a few bars and we’re always trying to find the key. She didn’t like the idea. I apologized for the bad joke and she said she hears worse.

    Church history was the same as usual. Mr.  Bingham kept making obscene Freudian slips about items on Mrs. Melvin’s desk. Zach and Daniel pushed Ryan’s desk forward about three rooms. So when Mr. Bingham walked by and brushed Ryan’s leg, Mr. Bingham asked “Are you playing footsies with me? Save it till you’re married!” It’s an interesting class when the teacher acts like the students.

    We got our church history quiz back. On the quiz, there was one question I wasn’t sure about. What Mr. Bingham will sometimes do is he’ll do true false questions where the answer is true. Then he’ll put it on another quiz, and another, and another. Finally,  he’ll bump up the number of points it’s worth to about half of the semester’s grade, and change a word to make it false. He constantly catches half the class this way. I thought I had seen one of the questions on it before when taking the quiz. It looked familiar. I had seen it on a number of quizzes. How much is it worth? Twice as much as most of the other questions. I looked at it studying each word carefully. I knew that there was something wrong with it, but I couldn’t figure out what. Finally, after studying it for 10 minutes, I put down true because I found nothing wrong with it. I got it wrong. It turned out to not be a true-false question, but a short answer instead. Mr. Bingham’s quizzes are tricky.

    Those who live by the sword get shot by those who don't. Words to live by, brothers. And Pam. You’re not my brother. But you’re a friend.

    All of the JV basketball players, the Boys varsity basketball players, the girls varsity basketball players, and the chearleaders hopped on a bus and drove 12 hours to somewhere. That left six people in history class. We had a sub. Mr. Hagans was sitting in his desk, though, so it was rather interesting guessing what was going on. It was a college student who had to demonstrate she could teach. So she finished, and we went crazy. We talked about how we oculd make chorus fun and interesting for everyone, but we couldn’t think of any ways with only three guys. Then we thought up a plan. But Mrs. Keel would have to create a new letter to give us a grade on our reportcard, so we decided not to go through with it. “hey… in chorus, what’s a ZZZ-? Is that good or bad?”

    But Mrs. Keel took that option out of our hands by sending us to the gym with coach Halverson. I guess she knows what she’s doing… rats.

    Anyways, to anyone who read this far, thank you. And you’re crazy. Good night, all. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.