Three fifths compromise

I learned about something at school today, it is called the three fifths compromise. Basically they states didn't know how to count slaves with taxes, and count them in the population. So they counted 3/5 of the slave population of that state. Just a fun fact, it has nothing what so ever to do with my post. My mom is getting really mad at my school, and for some reason I love this! She drove me and my brother to school today (we normally take the bus, even though our bus driver is psycho. We want to carpool and save the Earth! I'm kidding, my parents don't want to waste gas, but it is basically the same thing.) Anyways this lady in front of her was going really slow so my mom screams, "Is she waiting for the second coming of Christ?!?!"It was more the way she said it than what she actually said. My friends found it funny so I thought I would give it a shot.

That brings up the next question why was my mom so mad at my school? Well she wants to get a form so I can be in an pre-IB program at another school. She called 5 times and asked for them to give me a form, so finally today she got one.

I'm not doing very well with my goals, on Monday I have to tell my reading teacher The Devil's Arthimetic thing. I have no clue what she is going to say and that is why I'm scared.

I'm reading the book Jane Eyre I'm on Chapter 2, but I like it so far. I'm going to try and read all of the classics before I get out of school. They are the only books that actually challenge me. I have to read slow and sometimes re-read. I like Dracula so far, I love the way Bram describes this guy's fear, it is so real.

Delete, Delete, Delete!

I do this thing where I form blog entries, novel ideas, or short stories inside my head. Oh no horrible you; you have creativity!(sarcastic of course) It is starting to bug me. Just when I close my eyes to drift off to dream land BOOM! my mind starts composing blog entries, or poems. That isn't even the worst part, eventually I convince myself *well that doesn't sound half bad* then I go to right and I remember maybe half of what (Just 1 minute ago) I composed. Wanna guess who I'm going to blame for this? Me (No, I'm a kid, remember, that whole I don't accept responsibilties for my actions thing =) ), My Parents (No).....The Public school system! =) Yes! They are not challenging me what so ever! If I had a chance to excercise my mind writing creativily thourghout the day I would not have this problem. This is why my blog is ever so important at this time. If I can't leave the public school system I'm determined to be the biggest pain in the neck who ever lived (Move over Dracula!)
Speaking of Dracula, I found this really great used book store place. You can drop your old books off for credit. Then when you buy books 50% of the payment is in store credit, and 50% in cash. My dad bought four books for me (as well as a puzzle for my mom, a couple books for himself, and a book for my brother; I know you really care about that!) They are

• The Scarlet Letter (Nathaniel Hawthorne)
• The Jungle (Upton Sinclair)
• The Plague Tales (Ann Benson)
• Dracula (Bram Stoker)

As of now I'm looking up vocab words for Dracula, because I'm going to read that first and I'm not a wordy person. My reading teacher better be ready for Monday because there is a storm coming! My class isn't allowed to read books below a certain level (It is called a lexile and some magical system labels books a number between 1-1500, most of the books being 600+). The whole system is stupid to me, if this (http://teacher.scholastic.com/products/sri/pdfs/Lexile_Map.pdf) chart is accurate I've been reading at a high school level since 4th grade.This year my class isn't allowed to read books below 900 because aparently they don't "challenge us enough" (If you want to "challenge us" why are you making me take reading class in the 8th grade?). Well this "novel" we are reading in class (It is required to be read) is a 730 lexile book! So contradicting, I want to scream at her. If she doesn't change it I will get my entire class to refuse to read it! I feel that class is a waste of time anyways and I want my parents to write a note asking me to take another class at that time. My friend at another middle school doesn't have to take reading because she scored above average on the standardized tests. Well guess what, I got a perfect score and I'm wasting 45 minutes a day "learning reading strategies". Hopefully next year will be better, my parents are trying to get me into some elitest program, I have little faith. "Everyone" my dad talks to says how wonderful, great and challenging it is. Well that is what people told me about middle school and here I am in 8th grade waiting for stuff to get harder. I don't want more worksheets, critical review quesitons or logic puzzles.

Do I really care?

Well my mom found a stray cat and bird the other day. My neighbors are keeping the cat until they can give her to a no-kill animal shelter (or unhopefully -not full of hope- me). We couldn't catch the bird and we don't know where s/he went. My dad is getting on my last nerve. It seems like everything I ask for (that is you know, when actually do ask for something) he says no. My parents don't even seem to have a genuine interest in my life. I'm thankful that they take me to dance and my L.A. fitness classes, and buy me special food; but those are material things and they never really talk to me. The most I get is a 5 minute conversation about which classes I want to go to this week, or my mom asks me if I want to go to class, because if not she is going to go to my brother's game. I don't understand how the people that do everything right, get nothing back. I've gotten straight A's my entire life and it has been rotten. My brother meanwhile has been all over the place A-B's D's C's! He has $300 worth of video games and DVDs, meanwhile I get the whole "Well we appreciate you more-you have a laptop-you have cellphone-don't be such a spoiled brat speech.". I don't even know what it could possibly be that get nothing. I would like to talk to the greater power who gives out all the magnificent gifts, beauty-intelligence-and other wonderful talents. I would tell him/her what a stupid thing it is to have intelligence, because you just realize how awful the world is. Bottom line, I'm mad, I'm sad and I feel under appreciated.

Slow

It bugs me so much when people take too long to do something. A prime example of this is school. These children take forever to do an easy task. Sometimes I can't believe it. They seriously don't care. they just ask me for all the answers and laugh about them being so unscholarly. They don't expect anything from themselves and they automatically brand themselves dumb. I know they aren't so it makes me sad when I go to school and see these kids. Any whoo Nothing too interestin' has happened lately. LA fitness moved Yoga to Wed. nights and I'm so excited. I really want to get better at dance too. I wish I could be homeschooled take, yoga and ballet. But I guess 1/3 isn't too bad right?

*laugh* *laugh* wait it wasn't even funny!

That title just randomly appeared in my head. My parents aren't even giving me a chance, here is the conversation:

Me: Why can't I be home schooled?
P: Because we don't know anything about it.
Me: What do you need to know?
P: YOU don't understand! You can't just jump into this!!
Me: I would be doing this online and you wouldn't do anything!
P: YOU CAN'T HOME SCHOOL YOURSELF!

This is the point the conversation ends. Notice how my parents strategically avoid the answer, kind of like politicians. I can't understand their logic one bit, but oh well I blame the generation gap. I have dance tomorrow! Yay!
Yesterday I gave a letter to my guidance counselor (apparently she has to approve my online courses). Well actually I gave the letter to a lady at the front desk (guidance counselor GC was in a meeting). Today they call me into the front office saying it's all approved. I go home and check online and guess what? IT isn't! My gosh these people! Good thing the course starts in Nov. otherwise I would be messed up. So that is my compliant about school for today.

What happened to Adonis?

Yes well as you might have noticed, I have not talked about Adonis for awhile. This is troubling me. I'm wondering if I have a disorder where one obbsession gives way to another (Previous: Adonis Current:Homeschool) I should keep track of this, and I'm glad I have my blog to do this. I think I might just be being lazy, but I seriously would much rather prefer to be homeschooled. Who knows by the time my mom comes around, I'll be out of school, so I can't doubt myself for a second. I'm trying to give my mom the silent treatment, this way I'm making her just as mad as her and my teachers are making me. I could try that with my teachers, but I don't talk to them anyways. I need to come up with some new stragtegies. I found a program that I could use to homeschool 100% online, it's free and they have teachers you can call if you need help! My mom has still managed to find an excuse though. My parents and I are going to meet some guy my dad works with, because his daughter is homeschooled. I'm crossing my fingers this will go well. (Don't be evil I really need you to cross your fingers too) Well that is it, I'm off to prison...ooops, I mean it is called school, but is it really?

The Internet is contacting you

Well, actually I think my computer is trying to tell me I've been on for way too long. (by the way sorry I have too much time in-between posts, I'm lazy, yes lazy not busy) I keep trying to watch videos on youtube and MTV, but it keeps not working. I have busuu.com on my other tab, and I'm learning about this whistle type laguage called Silbo Gomero. It is an island on the canary islands called La Gomera. It seems isteresting to learn because it is like whistling but you are saying stuff. Anyways back on topic. I'm getting frustrated that my computer is being uncooperative. My teachers are also getting on my nerves. I think it is a conspiracy. None of them give us homework one day (usually on the days I have nothing going on after school) Then when I have something like a concert afterschool, I have homework in every class. This brings me to my next topic homeschool. I'm kind of on the fence now, I think I'm going to wait a week or two and see how I feel about it. Because if I'm not 100% on board my parents definetly won't be. Thank you Annie Girl for your comment it helped me a lot. I've always believed I could teach myself. I have some money saved up and I might be able to pay for science and math materials. I also think that with the way the computer has changed the world, I could find the answer to almost any problem I have. Then I come into the problems of self-motivation. Would I be able to do every thing and learn it? or would I just slack off? I am a procrastinator, I have maintained a 4.0 GPA through Middle school, but I usually wait til' the last second to finish something. If I make a plan on how to do something I usually make it too difficult to do/strict and I end up just making it up as I go along anyways. College. How am I supposed to prove that I actually know stuff and I didn't just slack off for the past 5 years? I think I still have a lot of research to do to convince my parents (and myself) that this is truly the best option.

Ickys

Well I'm not feeling good, and I did get my Rosetta Stone, I just want to say, I hope you guys have a fabulous Friday and wish me good luck with getting my contacts (or you don't have to wish me good luck, you can be evil like that.)

So Great....

I wake up this morning, I'm looking for a little morning cheer, so I turn on to the today show (used to be one of my favorite news shows) and all I hear is "blah blah blah McCain blah blah blah blah Obama blah blah blah blah Economy blah blah blah Depressed" The only reason I'm still watching is because I'm hoping something good will come on. This is what I hate about the media they take one thing and repeat it over and over again. It makes me so annoyed. Now I'm watching TBS and they day gets worse, it is some lovey dovey part of a movie (just my luck). I don't want to ruin your day too, well I'm going to dance today. I'm not feeling well again, my sore throat came back. I think my jaw was hurting before because I have tooth coming in. I'm going to try drinking my green tea again. It doesn't really taste, I leave the bag in as long as I can and I can still barely taste it. It's probably because I'm so plugged up. Another Happy thought, I've had 3 pointless dreams about (das Gift) Adonis (I hope he never sees this blog, he will think I'm some creepo stalker. I haven't followed him home, yet (jk jk). ) There was this thing about dreams if you have the same dream over and over again it is meaningful. I also believe in the law of attraction. It states that the universe is always listening to you and whatever you give you receive. You can search Google for more information.
Well that is all for today. I hope I haven't wasted your time with my random babble.

Why must I be totured???

Well this whole week was a rotten pile of fish. Das Gift didn't talk to me at all and he has a girlfriend. I did get to touch his hand when I got off the bus for bus drills, but like that really matters. I'm OBBSESSED! I can't believe it. I searched his name on google, myspace, and I'm seriously thinking about finding out how to track him down so I can talk to him online. Maybe I could look him up in the phone book...... Well that hasn't worked. I'm getting so frustrated. At least I have dance tomorrow. I wish I could just have a civil converstation with das Gift. I'm sure he thinks I'm a freak. I don't talk to anyone (on the bus, the only time he sees me) and when I do I look unhappy or groucy without meaning to be. I also like take a billion seconds to answer when he does talk to me (a total of 5 times this year) I'm hoping the 8th grade dance might be a turning point (that is like 6 months away) Hopefully I can sneak a picture of him so I can stare at his beautiful face all day long. His name means something about aphrodite, but it is a guys name. I haven't been able to locate him in the phonebook. Maybe my friends can help me at the sleepover tomorrow night.