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Disclaimer: This post is from the archives, and may not represent the current views of the author. It also may not be at all interesting to read. Continue at your own peril!

I don’t feel like writing a lot today, and I only have an hour before I have to go to work anyways, so I’ll try to keep this short. I’ll start off with my appointment at North Park, since that’s the least interesting part anyways. Basically, I talked with a guidance counsellor, and she confirmed that they weren’t offering Grade 12 Physics in the second semester. Then basically her only option to me was to either just go without it, or to look at other schools to see if they offered it second semester. The only problem with that idea is that BCI is probably the next closest school, and to go there for one period and then try to get back to North Park within about a ten minute break or whatever – without a vehicle – is quite impossible. I’d have to take the bus, and that would certainly not be enough time. So basically, my options are to either set up some sort of correspondence course, or to just go without it – which I don’t exactly want to do. We’ll see what happens, though. I sent an email to Mr. G, since I know he’s dealt with Independent Learning Courses in the past, so I figured he may be able to help me out there.

In the afternoon, Melissa called me up and told me that she was bored, so that I should come over. I told her she needed to figure out a way to entertain herself, but I couldn’t come up with any ideas. So I came over. While there, the Staats kids had wrestling matches with each other. Ezekiel almost took down Caleb, even though Caleb is like twice his size. Then, after that, Melissa made this sort of mushy stuff with oatmeal, chocolate, and peanut butter in it. It’s meant to go in the freezer, but we ate some of it before that anyways. It was alright, but it just tasted like peanut butter balls with oatmeal in it. Meh. I went home around 5:15 PM and then had supper at my house. Afterwards, my mom and I went to Operation Headstart, the meeting that BCC has every year before the beginning of school. My mom needed to go to sell books that they had bought for last year and stuff, and I didn’t have to go, but I did anyways. My main reason was so that I could laugh at the people who had to come back another year. Not that it’s a bad school or anything, but I just take every chance I get to make fun of my friends. It’s just more fun that way. I also came to hang out with them, of course.

After the meeting, and while the transactions were going on between desperate mothers trying to find books for their children, Jeff called Melissa on her cell phone and told her that he, Kristin, Michelle, and Angelie were coming there. They had been at Greenbrier Park and had told us to come after the meeting, but I guess they got impatient. So they showed up and figured out what we were going to do. Melissa told people that they could go to her house, so that’s what we did. I got my mom to drive Steph, Meagan, and me to her house so that she could then take the car home. Once there, Jeff and I went downstairs and played Halo for a while, until the girls came down and shut it off because they were bored and didn’t want us to have fun either. Then we sat and talked for a while. We got talking about TV shows, especially reality TV shows, and also somehow got on the topic of speaking in tongues. It was like a double discussion; some of us were talking about one thing, and others of us were talking about something completely different, even though we were all in the same sort of circle shape. It was almost confusing – almost. Anyways, my mom had said to call home when I needed a ride, but then she showed up at 10:30 without me calling at all. I guess she wanted to go to bed, which is understandable, and I had been planning to call home at about that time anyways. I headed home, and that was that.

I guess that’s all I have to say. I would say more, except I have to eat some lunch before I catch the bus to go to work. I can’t exactly say that I’m all that hungry, considering it’s only about 10:30 AM and nowhere near “lunchtime,” but that’s what happens with a job, I guess. I’m getting trained on concession once again, this time learning how to open instead of close. That should be incredibly boring, since not many people decide to go to movies on Tuesday afternoon. Whatever. This entry will self-destruct in ten seconds. 10…9…8…

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