Week 5: Teachers In School As Students????

     Since Jacob Zulz is the coolest sub ever, I like to picture Mr. Zulz being the same-ish way, but in some respects different. I feel like he wouldn't be very good with the ladies. I can't picture him flirting or offering to take a lady to Lover's Lane. I could picture him, on the other hand, being a very good bowler. I bet he was also a fashionable teen. Tight-roling, button ups, bleach white shoes, the whole nine yards. Mr. Zulz probably had a really tight circle of nerdy friends, like in Drill Bit Taylor but minus the bully. Even though in my head he is the most liked nerd out of his group, I can't see him being studly. The young Mr. Zulz I see is sort of atletic, but didn't do sports. He did join clubs, in my mind. The math club, the student council club, the school news paper club, and last but not least, the drama club. I just think it would be awesome to see tiny Mr. Z up on stage, acting his little heart out, maybe with some lip stick on, singing "Some Where Over The Rainbow" or something like that.

Week 4: (dont) Stop...Zombie Time!!!

      First off I would like to start by saying zombie movies are the bomb. I literally have seen at least 20 different zombie movies. I've had a lot of time to think about my plans of action.

ACT ONE: Watch Zombieland on DVD. I don't think the video stores will still be open so thank goodness I already own the movie.

ACT TWO: Fill up my car with gas and pump tons of fuel into big barrels so I can save up.

ACT THREE: Become friends with a semi-driver. Make a trip to Walmart and Dicks  to stalk up on food and other supplies.

ACT FOUR: While at Walmart buy a tight leather jacket and some boots to wear while zombie killing.

ACT FIVE:  Grab a few of my besties and my cutie boyfriend then head to BassPro Shops. No one would be aloud to ride in the semi so that everyone has their own mode of transportation.

ACT SIX: Learn how to shoot/beat up to kill zombies.

BRING ON THE ZOMBIES!!!!

Week 3: I'll Tell Me My Own Fortune

      Well, in my experience, most of the fortune cookies I've came across are stale and give me the worse fortunes. Mostly, they're fortunes that aren't even fortunes such as, "A great journey begans with a step" or " A person with a good smile will go far in life." These are just statements that apply to people. If it said, "You're journey will began with a step you take today" or "You, being a person with a good smile, will go far in life" then they would at least apply as fortunes.
         I want a fortune cookie that says, "Soon you will fall in a acid pit and develop the psychic ability to read people's minds." That would be super cool and a great mood lifting thing to look forward to. I also wouldn't mind a fortune cookie that said, "Absolutely everything is going to turn out alright" because how much of a comfort would that be. I could lose my job and just think, that fortune cookie's got my back so I'll be all good. I could stub my toe and in a fit of pain coincidentally punch a  misplaced cop in the face. I would just be sitting in jail smiling, thinking everything will be A-OK. If I could get mind reading and the "Going to be alright" fortune, I would be set for life.

Week 2: Teenagers Scare The Living What Out Of You??

        FALSE FACT #1: Teens spend too much time texting.
Heck yeah we do....compared to our parents and grandparents as teen because THEY DIDN"T HAVE TEXTING! Who says we text too much though? What studies are being taken to prove this? Texting was evented in 1995. I was born in 1995. We were literally born and raised with texting. Who else had it to say they texted less? Sometimes people get a tiny bit funky with their texting, but not everyone. If you can text without looking and create a perfectly composed 3 page message, YOU text too much. As for most of us though we use texting to commuicate with loved ones (or not so loved ones) to express questions, concerns, and feelings. I honestly think that texting brings people closer together.
   
       FALSE FACT #2 : We all love Jersey Shore.
Just because Jersey Shore made $30,000 an episode in season 3 doesn't mean all of America's youth just can't get enough of Snookie's huge hair and The Situation's attitude. Of course there are the occasional teens that tune in weekly for the next Jersey Shore episode, just like there are still rare Days Of Our Lives fans, but there just are less fans of both these shows than Hannah Montana followers. Jersey Shore is, at the end of the day, Trash TV. To be honest, if I were to create a dictionary my definition of Trash TV would have "Examples: Jersey Shore, Jerry Springer." There both horrible shows, especially Jersey Shore.
   
         FALSE FACT #3: All teens don't know how to mange their money.
My grandparent are the cheapest people I know. Honestly, at their house you can't even throw away half a spoon full of melted ice cream without my grams and pop flipping out. Once I spent $10 in candy on my boyfriend for Valentines Day and my g-ma acted like I was buying a Lamborghini. Perhaps $10 may have gone further in her time, but lady, times have changed! Just because a tootsies role isn't only a penny anymore doesn't mean I'm spending like Angelina Jolie on a shopping spree for her six children. A little cash spend is a healthy act, in my opinion.

          FALSE FACT #4: Violence is adolescents' strong suit.
What is this bologna? I don't enjoy lighting things on fire or seeing unnecessary blood shed. I have never hit anything (besides my garbage cans on accident with my car) that didn't deserve it. I most certainly have never "beat someone up." Teen fights usually consist of a lot of hype, possibly some shirt removal with men, and one or two hits. No blood, no guts, hardly any glory.
   
Alright, guys I've got to go buy some $105 flats, hit the G.T.L, and blow something up....cause I'm a teen and that's just what I do. So g2g. ily n I'm sure I'll brb.

Week 1: School As You Don't Know It

         If you were searching for a cookie cutter, run of the mill sum up of school with the whole "school lunches are gross and the stairs make me tired" keep looking, because this blog will have two parts. One part  involving average junk and the second part will read about the internal struggles I am over coming. 

                                                        

Part One: School As Its Always Been With Minor Changes

         New teachers are always fun to get to know and this year we were lucky enough to get two. The fact that we don't have planners anymore was just a reminder that all things change and sometimes we just have to gripe under our breaths and to our friends in study hall about how it sucks. Letting kids go to the bathroom has now become the most difficult issue a teacher can face. We're the same kids, we just don't have little boxes to put the time in anymore. Trust us to pee for heaven sakes! As far as my classes go, the most challenging one has to be a toss up between French III and Algebra II, but what's new? My math skills are that of a small child and if I ever went to France they would arrest me for saying something like, "I killed my grandma," when I meant to say, "Please pass the salt." Algebra II is the class that takes the cake for most homework too. Psychology is my easiest class and I enjoy it the most. I completely love Psychology. For the most part, as far as grades go, I expect myself to do well.

     Part Two: I'm More Out Of Wack Than Ever

   This year has been extremely hard, life changing, and very diffcult. When I get in a mentally unsound mood, it's difficult for me to relate to my class mate's small complaints, such as "my hair just wouldn't jell this morning" or "no one talks at our table, it's so boring." Of course I have tiny things that annoy me too and talking to people is what I enjoy most on a daily bases, it's just tough when I can't help thinking this is much too silly to be concerned about. Once your eyes get a hold of how important life is, it's impossible to reverse it. Right now, I'm going to get deep in my mind and if you don't want to read it, don't. You've read enough for a comment. Once you've seen someone you love more than anything take his last breath, crap gets real for you. All the sudden your makeup and favorite TV show seems alot less important. Whenever your next complaint comes to mind just think, does this really matter in the grand ol' theme of life? In the bigger picture is this truly air-wave worthy? I grantee that it'll make you consider your complaints a little more. It did for me.